got a call earlier fm. my buddy's roommate (another buddy's sis, a good friend's cous... yeah, tight group like that)... "you know drew's gotta thing for you?" "yeah, i kinda had that impression" "well, girlie, i know you're a chill girl, i know you're too grown up to play little games, but please don't play games w/ him. he's a good guy" "i know, no games, i just... i don't know, rosa" "well, we were smokin down talking and all and he was talking about you, a lot. talking about when you guys went to see that show in milwaukee. talking about watching you dancing and how right there you had him. i just listened to him for the last half hour talking about your passion and how you're crazy and down and spur of the moment and everything... he loves you, i love you, but meg, be careful with him. i know you're hanging out a lot, i know he's a chill guy but he's been through a lot and he's looking at you like more than a friend. just wanted to give you a heads up." "thanks, for sure... i know this, i just don't even know whats going on with me right now" "its all cool, girl, just giving you a heads up..." "thanks, girlie"

quite the prediciment i've gotten myself into here...