yay! i talked to him. oh, all is good. for now. i don't want this to come out in the wrong way, but i take comfort in the fact that this isn't very easy for matty either. maybe because everytime i cry about shit, shed some tears, have a bad day, someone asks me if i am pms-ing. so unless matt has a vagina and can bleed from it, we are both experiencing actual human emotions not brought on by a surge of... GASP... hormones. nothing pisses me off more than to have someone ask me if i am pms-ing everytime i shed a tear.
on another note, soccer was good. there is no other feeling that compares to sprinting up and down a field for 80 minutes, chasing a round thing full of air. i am so glad that i can actually go and do something for excercise that i love. i mean, i'm not gonna lie, but for the day leading up to the game, i am constantly thinking, "oh my goodness i am totally going to die tonight i haven't run since the last game and i don't know if i can do this oh my i hope i don't get HITINTHEFACE." but alas, i always have a good time with good people. and get my ass kicked in a good way.
oh, i just cannot WAIT until he comes home.
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