listen, i am not ready

tomorrow. tomorrow. tomorrow.

i am number 21, which means i have the unhappy power of going first in the third batch. yes, i like the fact that i'm getting it over with, but i really wish i wasn't going first. maybe second. second would be preferrable.

tomorrow. tomorrow. tomorrow. number one.

i hate public speaking. i was never really good at it, despite whatever amount of charisma i have. i hate the concept of speaking in front of a number of people, be it five or thirty-nine. despite having good things to say, i hate it.

though all that might change when i cut a promo inside the ring in the future. ;) "AT WRESTLEMANIA, I WILL MAKE YOUR ASS TAP!"

"hmm... it's either i look at you or noy tomorrow."

"w-why?"

"i don't know. or i look at podie."

"if you look at podie, that's looking down."

"eh. then i look at you."

"me?"

"why not."

"uhh... well... i'll freeze! you know very well what happens when you look at me in a certain way!"

"which way?"

"you know very well which way!"

"well... forgive the butterflies, but, i just want to look at you."

"because?"

"why not?"

"you tell me."

"why not? it's love."

*hugs*