the boy came over yesterday,
and for some reason, we were both addicted watching memoirs of a geisha on HBO.

our mini conversation:

me: babe, tomorrow can i have $10?
him: ya sure. why not. i'll give it to you tomorrow.
me: arent you going to ask me what i need it for?
him: top up your ezlink.

freaky shit, i tell you.
nowadays i dont have to go the extra measure of telling him anything.
he knows what i want to say,

and that is scaring the shit out of me.









eight more days to turning 20.