Things are going well. Work is fine. Now that it is August, it is coming to the point where I might actually have to face the inevitable truth that I need a job for the winter, and that I need to move to California. I've started the wheels in motion again..we'll see what happens. I am super-stressed about it at the moment and would prefer not to think about it, but that does no one any good.

Besides that whole deal, there is the Mormon situation. Kristen, this boy is so sweet. I mean, seriously. He is SOOOOOOO superprecioso. He is just the cutest sweetest little thing, I can't even tell you. And, amazingly enough, he likes me a lot, o sea, un monton. Our relationship is so great. Why does this have to happen to me NOW?? WHHHYYYY?!?!??!!?!? God DAMN it. What the fuck can I do. Pretty much nothing. I mean, in all honesty, I haven't been with this boy very long. But this is like the most successful relationship I have had, since the three year one I had in high school, which is just a totally different thing. But noOoOOoo..he has to live in Utah, and I have to live in..on Neptune, or where ever the fuck I'm going to live. Sigh. Of course, the romantic, idealistic, airhead part of me wants to think, weeell..maybe I can move to UTAH and we can be together forEVer!! But then I think, wait a minute, Chloe. Utah? Are you fucking serious? It would suck out my soul. I woud not be happy there, I know I wouldn't. HE should just move to California to be with ME.

This poor little innocent boy. I think that is part of the reason I like him, his innocence. It just makes him so sweet and wide eyed. Listen to this, Kristen. You have no idea how green he was until I got my hands on him. Fijate. Before me, he hadn't touched a boob, nor seen a boob, let alone a poonani, but besides that, he hadn't even MADE OUT WITH A GIRL. Can you believe this?? He's 22 years old!!! And now, woa billy. Oh how the mighty have fallen. We haven't ahem, gone all the way (mostly because I said I didn't want that responsibility), but we've done preeeetty much everything else you could possibly do. Let's just say he jumped head first into the pool. No pun intended. And it has NOT been me pushing him into anything, I swear. He was Ready with a capital R.

Right now he is out of town for a few days with his family. I do not want to meet his mother, because she is going to eat my head off. For what I've done to her innocent little baby. Course she doesn't know exactly, but that doesn't make me any less nervous. Night before last, I went out late to the bars when he was with his family, and he left me this little note stuffed in the crack of my door, high school style, talking about how much he liked me and stuff. HOW PRECIOUS IS THAT?? And then, I totally drunk dialed him at 4 in the morning to talk to him about it. But surprisingly enough, he didn't answer. I left him a drunk confused message though. I'm kind of embarrassed about it actually. Eheh. I hope I didn't say anything weird, and I hope I didn't wake up his mom, but I don't think he was with her.

Anyway. Unfortunately, he's only here for THREE MORE WEEKS. I only have three more weeks of cuddling and then I'm cut off. Again. Just enough time to get used to getting affection and then it's gone. LIFE IS SO UNFAIR. Gaaaagh. What can I do??? There's really nothing I can do. This sucks. But..I'm still very, very glad it has happened.