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I remember thinking for a long long time that I didn't like recieving flowers. That it was so temporary - you get them, they wilt after a couple days of sitting in a vase, and then the water that they're sitting in ends up smelling like sewer if you leave them long enough. What a yucky thing to give to someone! (except on occasion, long-stemmed roses. Those are just too damn gorgeous... but with those you have to hang them up and dry them since they do so so well)... But now, I have changed my mind for good. Casey knew I had a rough day at work the other day, and so when I called him when I was finally done with my shift and he was at the bar, he could hear that I was disappointed. Trying to be the understanding one, I said something to the effect of have fun and see you later - but then he insisted that he come over and maybe cheer me up. By this point I was feeling really pathetic so I gave in. He came over that night with this rather GIANT bouquet of mixed flowers - god knows where the hell he got them at like midnight on a thursday... but he did. And I just wanted to cry because that's probably the most thoughtful thing, ever. Go figure - once he saw how much that meant to me he joked that he bought them earlier in the day for this other girl he's seeing but she wasn't home.. *sigh* Men... just get in touch with the emotion people, I mean honestly. I don't know if we're going out, like, boyfriend and girlfriend. I don't know if the guy is supposed to ask, or what.. I don't remember how that whole thing is supposed to go. We act like it, and once in a while I'll catch him looking at me with this fuzzy and happy look in his eyes and my heart just melts because I know that he's falling in love with me and he thinks I'm the most beautiful creature in the world. I so feel like calling someone... I wanna call Danny or Olly. Yeah. But, it's 3:15 in the damn morning so I don't know how well that would go over. Besides, I don't want to interrupt any kinky sex or good dreams.. that's just not my style. So boys - enjoy your sex and rest and dreams. I'll talk to you tomorrow perhaps.
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