This is to the boy, that wants me to get snake-bites and then I slap him because I think it's ridiculous and it doesn't look appropriate, at all. For me, that is.

The boy who allows me to squeeze his thighs whenever I freak out watching Hostel sitting next to him. (Okay this we compromised, because there are a lot of boobs in this movie and I let him watch it. And my point being? ... Nevermind.)

And he sat next to me waiting "patiently" (and eventually dozing off) for me to finish L4D2-ing with friends on a Friday night when he actually has been complaining to me (the whole day) that he wants to go home to sleep because he's very tired.


Chao.