he couldn't keep his hands out of my pants.

not as perverted as you may think, but maybe it is.

this bag is the most expensive clothing article that i own. thanks, antonio! he spent 40+ bucks on me last night, which was more eventful than i am making it seem.

i didn't want to spend any time with him, at first, i'll admit. i had seem him the day before to view Revenge of the Sith [and am about to see him in a few hours' time] and i was burned out. i met him, anyways, for a day of shopping. i met a bunch of friends at the mall to whom i was more than keen to show antonio off to. one even gave me the thumbs up. aside from all of that, though, there was plenty of unwanted attention. after seeing two of my exes [?] and having one of them be a little too friendly in antonio's opinion, he got fighting-mad. i'll stop beating around the bush; emmett was about to get fucked-up. josh had sense; he walked right on by. my little brother even joked around and said something along the lines of "...showing him off to all your old boyfriends, huunh?" right as josh, ammon, and the rest were walking by. almost forgot to mention all of the women eyeballing antonio... i mean, turning their heads and craning their necks. and yeah, as always, men couldn't keep their eyes off of me. and i have never had people just move out of my way, look down like they respected me and move out of the way, instead of pushing me around like i was a doll! grown men saying 'oh, excuse me!' haha! i love my mean and stuck-up looking boyfriend! perfect match for me, right?

we retired to home after him buying my paris hilton bag and matching shades [pink!] and and that's where he discovered that he could detect my pulse in my vagina. and likewise with me--well, not his vagina but his equivalent. on the ride home i gave him our first real kiss, one to erase those awkward, unwanted ones from the movie the day before.

chris, i know that you're probably mad at me, or don't care about me enough to be mad at me, but you have to trust me to not be stupid enough to let something like what you fear is going to happen to actually happen. thanks for caring so much, though! like i've told you before, you're the only one of my friends who gives a flying-fuck, which makes you my only friend, doesn't it? in all honesty, i value your opinions and concerns over anyone else's.