I'm a fleabit peanut monkey

I can't believe it's almost been a year since last April, when we sat in the car by that man-made river in the park listening to Pebbles.. ah, shit. Good times. Of course, that was before all the drama.. dang!

I guess it's crazy how fast things can change--although it wasn't fast at all. It probably just feels that way because I don't really remember a ton of it, for a lot of reasons. Haha. That was the time of the utmost naivety. Hmm.. maybe it hasn't changed all that much.

Things are definitely different, though. In the best way. It's getting better all the time, and I think this is the first time in my high school life that I've been able to say that with a straight face. I dunno.. things are groovy. Y'know, going to Costco and constructing storage units together kinda seem more honest to me than not being able to keep our hands off eachother 24/7.

That's not to say we've overcome that, however.