We went out to dinner at Green Bowl, and it was pretty good eatin. We talked it was fine and dandy.

Then we went back to his house - no one was home and we just chilled for awhile, then things happened that I don't have to talk about in my diary, but let me just say it's still kind of a blurr to me. Then we layed under all his blankets and almost fell asleep. He went downstairs to DJ for a little and I read his magazines. Then we went and made some tea downstairs and just sat there and listened to his weird hip hop music. It was so fun just snuggling with hot tea and talking. Then Daniel came home and we went to get some Wendy's. Then I came home : ( But I still had an awesome night with Petey. And it was the 9th. 2 years 7 months, roughly that is.

I mother fucking love Peter Brockman. He's my boyyy... : D