Well, somewhat of an eventful night for me. The annual Christmas party at Mike's. Tiffany got trashed and I almost had to fight some guy who thought he was protecting her from me, when in reality, she was trying to protect me from him. She made it worse. I was a little mad. By the time we left, I was really tired(and still kinda drunk), and when we got to her house, things didn't happen like she'd planned(or, for that matter, like I'd planned). Despite my best efforts to the contrary. Oh well. We stayed up all night and talked about everything. I don't really know what the outcome of all of this will be. It had its ups and downs, and I'm not sure which was greater. I think it was for the better, though. Although we weren't physically intimate, we were very much so otherwise. I guess things will happen in their own time.
micajah:
OOG LIKE PATIENCE!