First Date.

[bloodsong1]

Journal Entry. 9/26 (in handwriting!)

Just when you think you're safe...

There was a strawberry plant delivered not fifteen minutes ago. Along with this message. "When berries form on this plant thanks to your tender care, I request the first pick. I will call tonight. Rae."

I don't know what to do! I love strawberries, they're difficult to grow up here, but it can be done. Why? Why a strawberry plant? Why not cut flowers or something...normal? Ok, I'm not one to talk. I've never been "normal". But still! I don't care that he makes my heart pound. Nor do I care that I jump every time the phone rings. It's hormones. Nothing more. Really. Ok, so he made my heart flutter. So he can dance. So he has similar interests and knows where he's going in life. So...so one dance should NOT have this much effect on me. Life is not anime, or a story, or anything like that. People do NOT *signs of erasing*

I have met my doom and his name is Raphael.

Comments

[thorog.livejournal.com]

Strawberries?

I gotta remember that one...

Only if the object of your affection has a green thumb.

[bloodsong1.livejournal.com]

Strawberries can grow in moderate climates, but they require a lot of water and attention. I've never succeeded with strawberries in CO. Too dry.

Re: Only if the object of your affection has a green thumb.

[thorog.livejournal.com]

Strawberries grow fine here. Getting them to *stop* growing everywhere is the trick.

Lucky.

[bloodsong1.livejournal.com]

In CO it takes almost as much work as roses.