so, the other night i went to my first human sexuality class, which kicks ass. then my friend wanted me to stop by the roxy where his friends band was playing. i figured "what the hell?" so i go, i get in, and the band was actually really good. they're called "the grand marquee". and the singer/keyboardist, was way hot. my friend todd then mentions this hot guy is his roommate. i don't mean to, but usually only date white guys, this guys is indian, and he's classically trained in piano (swoon). so anyways, i met him and went home. nothing special. last night, i was planning to meet todd at the bourgeois pig but he told me to come to his house instead. we played scrabble and drank, and i totally hit it off with my boy. so we ended up staying up till 5 this morning talking and such. he left at 10 to visit his family in texas. i have a week to let this sink in, but he is so adorable. i think i'm smitten. oooh and i threw up, in the words of nicole richie "that's hot"



*raises shoulders and makes the 'eh!?' face his mother has made time after time*
...but never...
...NEVER...
guote nicole richie again, or were breaking up.
thanks for the hope
a reminder always helps