So Jake is in New York on his band trip and even though I haven't seen him since the second I miss him so much right now. I just want him to come home and cuddle. Man I love a good cuddle, and he makes me feel secure, and warm and happy and loved. The worst part is that I leave for Hawaii on the second which is three days after he gets back. It may not sound like a bad thing, but when you add in that i have to do all the work that I'll be missing, pack, and go to track practice/a few last minute band practices. He'll have to unpack and catch up on whatever work he missed and what not. When you factor those things in you can see that if we do see each other in those three days, it probably wont be for long. I'm not trying to be a Debby downer, but ya... For however long it is though, I'm going to cuddle him to death. Maybe sneak a few kisses in there. Now I have cuddling on the brain. Well I'm gonna go cuddle up next to my cat instead!
WARNING: There are a lot of pictures While biking with Nick we stopped at the Continental divide, and as we stood there trying to figure out how to tell the other that we should turn back this bike adventure hurts, we heard some snowmobilers. The sound alone was enough for Nick to launch into a rant about snowmobilers, who he, I now know, hates. Well they came up behind us and crossed the road a few feet away from where we were. For some reason there was a large group of them too, I mean since when do they don things in groups? Anyways, as soon as Nick says "They're a bunch of d**ches!" the biggest one goes by. He stops, shuts off the snowmobile and starts walking towards us. We freaked out! I was thinking "Holy fudge knuckles! He heard him!!!", just as Nick says,"Let's go South!" We headed South. Fast. The reason we went South was because it's take us away from the snowmobiler, and farther away from town. That's the reason we kept going,...
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