Okay, I'm not walking home at 3:30am when it's 0 degrees out. It's just not going to happen, sorry. So if you, Boy, want me to come over and offer to pick me up you'll also have to drive me home - which means getting your lazy ass out of bed, putting clothes on, and going outside. Yes, it's only a couple of blocks but it's freaking cold out!

Oh, and no, I can't stay over when I have to be up in the morning to meet one of the many people I didn't get to see over break because I was hanging out with you so much. Sometimes I have other friends, imagine that!

Ergh, I love him dearly but The Boy can be so dense. And he didn't play the cello for me this break. :(