omg... hahahahahahaha.. perfume? hahahahaha

oh crap... now you've all gone and spoiled my bad mood. Now i'll have to face the buzzer or pull the alarm. Thanks

i imagine saying i feel pretty good. T says that's great. Then we just sit there, he stares at me, i stare at his shoes.... then i say something brilliant like "so...."

makes me feel kinda sick.

but what i worry is that he'll start saying "i think you're too attached. We need to start working on that"

then the pry bar comes out and he has to pry my hands off of the chair, and then the door frame... finally having to bash my fingers to make me let go.

perfectly reasonable fear