Pseu Pseu Pseudio

Pseudo love . . . I want to (dun dun) run away, I want to (dun dun) run away from the (something something something . . . ).
Eddie came over last night, and all was good in the neighborhood. I tell ya, we spend more time cuddling and talking and being cute now than anything (not to mention the earth shattering badabing). Unfortunately his nephew was locked out of their place so he had to leave at 3am. Today I cleaned and sorted and packed with Snow White. Last night I went to Target where I ran into a friend from high school that I'd not seen in like 6 or 7 years (and became saddened when we could summarize our lives in about 30 seconds), then went to Aftershocks' for INCREDIBLE applecrisp that he insisted on making me and to get boxes (he had none of them unpacked and ready for me) but I had some mediocre badabing anyways. I think that's the last time I'll do that. Between his annoying me and no boxes, and suddenly bad breath, I can't do it, not now at least and I'm kinda floating after my night with Eddie a little more than usual, what's up with that? Might I like this one? Nah, can't be true, and certainly not a possibility! Better shake off that thought.