Silly Ray wanted to drive up last night... I secretly didn't want him to, because I was afraid he would fall asleep and get in an accident and die. :'( Thankfully, his dad wouldn't let him. I would die of a broken heart if anything happened to that boy.

So, instead of driving, he was on the phone with me last night. He has himself convinced that I'm sick and need to sleep, so he wanted to sing lullabies to me. One problem: he doesn't know any lullabies. Instead, he sang every love song he knew to me. I guess I fell asleep on the phone, I don't remember hanging up. 

He called me this morning when he woke up to inform me that I'm cute when I'm falling asleep.

Of course, then Leslie snatched the phone out of my hands and proceeded to tell him about the dead guy we found.

No, really.

As of 11:20 pm on Sunday, June 24, 2007, (the year of the boar) I am no longer single.

Today I realized that I am going out with Mitchell for the same reasons that I went out with Jared.

I decided that no matter how much I want to get Ramus today, I have to wait until my next paycheck so I have enough cash to get him a bowl with a lid so he doesn't jump out and die.

I realized that I hate the Bulldogs for a really stupid and prejudiced reason, but that I still hate them more than the Volunteers.

I realized that Gus needs a bath just as much as Mitchell's Mustang does.

I decided that cheering for UT is against personal standard, but there can be exceptions. Ex: When the Vols play the Dawgs, I'm cheering for the Vols, because that's how much I hate Georgia.

He comes in the form of a co-worker. His name is Mitchell, and he's everything a friend should be. (Namely, gorgeous and flirtatious =)...) Yayness. 

He's transferring to SDHS next year. (counts days until first day of senior year...)