Like the Sands of Time...

Alright fine, all is well. All is as it should be. We talked, and then had a fantastic 24 hrs. And now there's the meaningful gazes, the long touches, the unbelievably-annoying-to-everyone-else shmoopiness. How'm I supposed to look tough when I'm all giddy and doe-eyed?

So I figure, maybe I mug some yuppies, challenge a High School Football team to a rumble, and eat fifty hard boiled eggs, and I'll be back on top of intimidation mountain. Kick Ass!