ooh my god, his mouth is beautiful. so soft.

i worked last nite after will left to go take care of something. i knew what he was going to do and told him not to, but he did it anyway. he comes sauntering into work around 7, gropes me in front of the ovenline, and sits down. i knew he was fucked up and i knew what he was fucked up on, so i was babysitting him for a good hour or so until my general manager left.

he backed me into the corner of the hallway and kissed me and holy shit girl, you just have no idea. i couldn't stop kissing him all nite. i didn't care that i was at work and people could see us in the back or that servers from Buddakan next door could walk over at any minute. it was just that good. the man is a beautiful kisser. even better than don, who used to be the best.

however, the kid couldn't keep his hands off of me, and i mean he was being extremely inappropriate. i'm not one to turn down a PDA, but this was just way too much.

and then we got into a fight about said intoxication, and i thought he was never going to speak to me again. apparently, though, he was more mad at himself that at me, so we were back to normal by the end of the nite.

after work, jon, dina, chris, will and i went around the corner to Saint Jack's, which is a bar where lotsa people from work go when they get off. i was terrified when i first walked in, because i'm only 20 and i look it and i've never been in a bar before. well, i've never drank in a bar before. it was cool, though, because jon [who happens to be only 19, by the way], knows every damn person who works in there, so no worries. i had 2 comsmopolitans and a beer and i was drunk. i hadn't eaten all day, so i shouldn't have had that second cosmopolitan, but oh well.

split a cab back to my apartment with jon. will slept on the couch. i don't know why. there was no talking or anything, he just went to sleep. woke him up at 1, he left at 20 after to go to his other job.

something's up, i don't know what, but he said he was going to call me tonite because he wants to talk to me. whatever.

i just don't understand how he can be so fucking moody. he's like a girl for christ's sake.

i just remembered something. wednesday nite, right before we went to sleep, he layed down on my chest and whispered, "i can hear your heart." and then he just went to sleep.