June 24th.
Sixteen in six days.
My boyfriend is crazy for telling me not to worry about a $200 bid. I feel like I can't let you pay for it...but I'll let you, since you told me you wanted to make me feel pampered. Mission accomplished...though I feel like a queen just being with you.
Which brings me to why I really started writing this entry.
If I have any chance of seeing Kevin...I have to get there.
Fuck.
Wish me luck.
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