Nostalgia, excitement, nostalgia.

I've been very negative about everything lately and then, a breakthrough...

Andy: Bob* wants to fly me down to Durban this weekend but my parents won't let me go alone.
Tess: Aah, that sucks.
Jess: Why don't we... go anyway?
...long penetrating gaze...
All together: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!

So that's the story. We're all going to Durbz this weekend. I was on a major high all day until I arrived home to find my brand new Counting Crows T-shirt iron-smudged. And the sticker is missing. I'm so upset. I keep losing the gifts from Matthew and it is so unintentional! I keep receits from restaurants we've gone to and every movie stub we've ever got, but the important things I lose or fuck up. He's so amaizing and this is how I repay him. I suck.

*name has been changed for phonetic reasons.