Life is a series of tiny jokes and runny noses...

I had already written up a post, but I read it and it sounded a little whiny to me. But the brunt of it pretty much read that I am probably going to see less of Adam now that he is dropping of out Honors, and that I am so damn alone. I think I need to get into a relationship. I could be sweet... I think. I'd love there to be someone to come home to and cuddle. To gaze into their eyes for periods or time without having to turn away for fear that they will detect my longingness. To rub noses with like the eskimos do... except perhaps when we both have colds. That could get icky. But I want the icky option...

William John.