Spent last night with J. Had a great time, especially when we were playing around with the camera taking silly pictures. Though I think my mom's a bit pissed that I went to New York without telling her where I'd be spending the night. Oh well, I'll make it up to mom.
I wish J would be less self-conscious especially around me. Part of being so close to someone you love means accepting all their little idiosyncracies so that nothing's really embarassing anymore. Lord knows I'm enough of a slob to belch in J's presence, so... Maybe that just means I'm a slob. Err...
