Sunday, Jun. 30, 2002 | 9:38 p.m.

"it's not fair that you're cheering me up. it's good to be angry sometimes."

"not when you're with me. that's your fun time, happy time."

and we both laughed at the extreme stupidity of the situation at hand. then i went out to my car and wrote him a silly poem.

i don't understand why, but it gave me peace to tell him what he means to me. and tonight when i go back he'll do that half-laugh thing, and i'll say "don't make fun of me," and he'll say "i didn't say anything!"

i like his face when he hasn't shaved since yesterday.