This is completely disgusting. I am sitting in a place called the "Main St. Coffee Haus" typing on a computer. Granted , it's an "Optiquest" monitor that has been bolted to the counter and is roughly the size of an aircraft hanger. And granted, I did come in to this place to meet a lawyer so that he can get some tickets dismissed, (a yuppie lawyer's office thats only reached by going through a coffee bar, how perfect) but I still feel.... contaminated.

So the other night I was laying in the bed next to my wonderful girlfrinend and I couldn't have been happier, which gave me a little shock. "Content? At ease? Something is amiss!" I was so uesed to being worried about "HER"... her moods and her nerves, and what she thought was offensive, all that bullshit, that I forgot how comforting it is to just be me. Luckily, Crystal and I met, and we get along with the REAL john and crystal famously.

I can't even describe... It's when all the illusions of makeup, hair flips and cute shoes falls away. When you are looking at the real person, and seeing the part of them that THEY think is going to blow it and make you loose interest in them, and you are still hooked in like in the start. If not harder.

Ok, I'll shut up before I plagarize every movie in history. But this entry just boiled down to: Crystal is my nigga, dawg! for REAL!