If there is truly one thing I'm bitter about as an end result of the termination of my last relationship, it's that I used up a damn good pet name on her.

Angel

From the time I first saw her and up until recently, I thought she was heaven sent.
Man, I was wrong.
Kinda lazy with my first ex: sweetie

Short, sinple, sweet.
Helluva lot better than my gravel pit of desire.
Or that thing I stick my penis into.

Oh well.
I'll probably come up with something great when the time comes.
For now, taking things reaaaaaallly slow to make sure it's not a rebound or fill the void type thing.

Because when I say "I love you"
It's not bullshit.
I truly mean it.

Damn all of my family members, how did they all get it all right on the first try?
Well, some through pregnancy, but the rest...

I need to be at the LAX by 1:20pm tomorrow.