I'm going to hang around online and pray now. And listen to Rufus Wainwright and cry. And love. It's an active...uh...act, with me, y'see.
Although, not only has he acknowledged my presence (unlike Shane), but he also didn't say "not really" when I said it was a shame I lived a way away (unlike Dominic).
Whatever. I'm so fucking predictable. I hate this. Sigh.