d'raey.

i will get to the title soon enough; feel free to assume things until then.

i am just now getting over that party. my legs and back do not ache, anymore. i am not seeing double from the weed fumes in the air. no nasty boy is behind me, whispering for my number. that half-gallon of apple juice that amber walked out of the place with at my request is all consumed. spent last night bowling gutter balls at Paradise with amber and megan, who says that i sound like michael jackson. now, i am idle, loving the new software i downloaded for my PC.

friday on the way home, d'raey says that he has never told me before, but that i am really cute. not true; d'raey is one of my better guy friends and will tell me that i am attractive at the drop of a hat, if need be; but as you have guessed, this was different. he asked for my number and asked if he could call or come over some time.

voila, my big scandal. nothing is certain yet, especially my own feelings. i would appreciate if this was not in everyone's ear at school's return, but i make no commands.

bonsoir.