Barnaby!

Barnaby! I am thinking about Barnaby. Barnaby isn't going to arrive in time for my birthday, and although I am a bit sad about it, there will still be time to celebrate it with him when he does arrive :o) It's still quite surreal that i'm going to be 21 in less than a month! How terrifying! I can't wait for him to get here, though. To give him a big squeeze, a pat on the head, enjoy a nice spaghetti dinner with him, the possibilities of our antics are endless.

Quite short compared to my previous writings, but I just like to yap and ramble sometimes. That's all! Bye bye now!