There is something about this guy that I just can't get over ( not sure if that's the right thing to say). He's dangerous, he's mischeivous and god damn is he gorgeous.

I always fall for guys who can get me into some sort of trouble and even though this guy could get me into big trouble

he's different from the rest. The second we met we hit it off and well get along like a house on fire. We even have those

personal jokes that no one else truly understands except us and we only met a few weeks ago.

In other news I live done the road from a prison, yes I know probably not the safest place for a young single woman to live by herself (why the hell can I smell weed- and why the hell is the smell of weed coming from me?) but hey I'm tough and some say fearless. A prison/murderer escaped yesterday and well they still haven't found him. So last night I got a little scared mainly because there was a bang on my roof which well I investigated and ended up only being a cat but still it scared me.

I told Blake that I was a little scared which I thought he would just laugh at but he didn't actually he ended up coming around (while still working as a delivery boy) to my house to make sure I was ok. He was wired, someone at work had given him lsd to keep him awake while he was working. It was funny to watch him because well I had had a few vodkas to calm my nerves and well he was as hyperactive as a A.D.H.D kid who has sold their ritalin to the kids at his school.

This is how the story goes:

I hear a car pull up outside and automatically think holy shit its him, then wait to hear the gate open and close (it does). Then there is a knock at the door my heart starts to beat so fast I think I'm about to die. I open the door and there he stands with his shirt half undone and the sleaves rolled up to show his tanned muscles, his shoulder length black hair tied back and automatically I melt. He walks in and says I'm still at work just told my boss that something important had come up and I had to drop something off to someone, then asks how I am and how my days been and then goes on to talk about how he managed to blow up his sub and amp in his car and that he's found a place to live but they need one more flat mate and said that if I hadn't gotten a year long lease of my place he wouldve liked me to have moved in. We joked about some stuff, discussed a plan we have and then he got a message from his boss telling him to get back to work.

This guy makes me feel like I'm high without actually doing anything and we just get along so well. I keep on thinking I'm going to wake up and he is just a dream or a figment of my imagination because he actually makes me happy just being around me and not yay i'm not alone but high as a kite lifts me off the ground and makes the world spin a hundred times faster then it usualy does.

He is my official new drug, and I'm falling under his chemical spell. And he doesn't know... but I'm thinking he will find out soonish.