#434.
Fuck me today was a long day.
I'll skip the whole part about getting up at six thirty in the morning to go to work, and working for nine and a half hours before finally being able to get off and go home (lol not really home). Oh shit, that's not skipping it at all, is it.

Well after work, txted Herms who was throwing his birthday party tonight (a few days early since he has work on the actual date) asking if he would mind if I dropped by for a few hours. He said of course not and that it would be awesome to have me come.
So my auntie drove me from work to Sunshine Station where I bussed it to his. On arrival, was greeted by a creepy as K, smiley A and some pimp T and of course Herms, who bear hugged me on spot saying I didn't stink. Oh I stank. I stank rank.

Spent the evening trying to refuse refills from A, getting patted on the head and asked strange questions from a tipsy K, being continuously asked to sing by Aa, being semi interrogated by C or K I don't even know what letter her name starts with and smiling at Herms every time he entered the room. It feels kind of strange being introduced as someone's girlfriend. I like it though. In between were a few hugs and kisses and awkward exhanges of words. God damn my PDA issues.
At eight, Herms ditched his party (the fuck) and walked me to the bus stop, we talked until the bus came, kissed goodbye and I headed home. It was fucking dark and scary as fuck at the station so I caught a taxi home. I'm surprised I'm still alive and it feels so good to be in bed. Good fucking night.


I hope so, for fuck's sake I hope so.
Really wish I could have stayed longer. I miss you already. :(

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