intoxicated

Well, it's official.
I really can't keep my mouth shut with this boy. The irony in this is the fact that I seem to always have a problem being open with my feelings and being open and letting people beyond the wall that I have built, and....this is just too fast for me.
Too fast.
I'm not accustomed to being in love with someone-or feelings these feelings of this magnitude-so soon.
It makes me incredibly nervous and I just want to run the fuck away from the situation.
So Saturday night we went out, and great fun was had by all-Well, not by Montreal because they played a shitty game-AGAIN.
And I decided to open up to the boy about afew things about myself that had been contained to a limited number of person. He didn't judge me, really, which made my feelings for him that much stronger I suppose.
So, by the end of the night, after I don't even know how many shots of whiskey, I confessed to him that I am indeed in love with him.
Right on Sherbrooke, in the rainy weather, trying to catch a cab.
.....
Well, you can imagine his surpise. He was taken aback, I suppose, but too inebriated to respond properly.
...
Yeah.




A couple pictures from the past few days:



and my beautiful baby girl