since feeling is first

I still dearly love Madison. Historic Madison. It's just so much more awesome than anyplace around here. I stopped by a shop Mom wanted me to called Gifts that Last. Man, what a hippie hideout. I wished Meghan was there with me. They have some of the best Celtic crosses and Celtic knot jewelry. They have one necklace that was reminiscent of Return of the King, it was so cool. Most of it included 5-pointed stars, though. I understand the Christian significance of it, but I know what most people associate with it, so I'm hesitant to buy it. I found a great pouch for my dice, too, but forgot to buy it because I was being stalked by a guy that works there and wanted to get out. Mom said she remembered him "hovering" when she was there, too. I could go on and on about that place, though.

Mostly, though, I could go on and on about Chris. I don't know who in the entire world could handle my unusually low self-esteem as well as he does. He's just so perfect for me right now. Talk about someone coming around with the right personality at the right time for all involved. He's good for me. He's good for all the emotial quirks I've developed. And I'm good for his eating habits. He was driving the Corolla today, so he had to shift rather than eat and was really, really hungry, so I fed him french fries three at a time, occasionally holding them in front of the AC to cool them off when they needed it, and gave him sips of his drink, too. But it was quid pro quo. But I can't tell you about all that because we're sworn to secrecy! Muahaha.

Oh, Bex replied to my survey, and has been the only one so far. Her answers are worthy of honorable mention. None were right but they almost had me rolling out of my (or Chris's) chair. Bravo manslayerbex.