I keep thinking its August 1st, but its not. You'd think I'd know the date since I had to keep saying it again and again to customers. But then, I forget.
Then I start to freak, later. You know, maybe something is wrong with me and no one seems to know.
That's always been my problem. Usually, I try not to think about it. I'm pretty good at not thinking about it. Sort of like, you know, if I think really hard about making change then I'm usually off a dime or a penny. But if I just do it. Its not a problem.
And I've decided its like that way with Jeremy. You know, if I think and think about us, then I'm sure to fuck it up. But if I don't. You know, just let things take a natural course, then its pretty sweet.
Still, try not to dwell on it because if I do...chances are things will fall flat or something.
I mean, we never fight. We've never had a fight. He's really congenial. And thoughtful.
And then there is his beautiful skin. Gorgeous lips and amazing eyes along with the messy hair that has never been touched by a hair color.
But I don't think he's knows he's even handsome. He's just Jeremy. And I just get giddy watching him eat.
Then he's all "What?" "What's wrong?" "What are you looking at?" And I want to say, "Its just you..." But I don't. Instead, I'll just giggle a bit and tell him, "nothing."