It's got bad that my crush on Grant Mitchell has progressed to dreaming about him. Thing is, when I look at him I can't see anything attractive, but there's just something...I digust myself a little sometime..
Leon is coming for dinner tonight. I was trying to get everything prepared but as yet I haven't seemed able to move from the couch to the kitchen...ah well. I think spaghetti bolognaise is on the menu, purely because its the only thing I can make without having to go shopping for ingrediants. Well, almost, Leon is bringing an onion. I'm an awesome hostess...
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