Don't look at the tags or you'll spoil the entry. Honestly.

I realize I sort of implied in my last entry from ages ago that I'd continue with my theatre date with Lovelyboy, and I did try a bit here and there, but I might as well make a long story shorter and skip that continuation (as much fun as it was).

Alright, this is from actual weeks upon weeks ago, but it’s worth getting out there and recounting some more of it made me feel very happy so hurrah:

Hey y'all, it's me.

Well that was a message I got a few days ago and it had the perfect southern accent and I accidentally deleted it before I could communicate it to more people!

Anyway, as per the title, Lovelyboy Blues!

Alright, so I haven't written an entry on here in a while, since before the holiday break most likely actually!

For those of you who recall my brown-haired blue-eyed boy oh boy of a Lovelyboy who's in Rome and headed back real soon, well, he didn't forsake me. Haha!

So Lovelyboy and I had a nice conversation a couple of days ago...

Just to ensure you twig on, LB = Lovelyboy, Me = Disney! He was also the one who called!

Me: This is the operator, how may I help you?
LB: Connect me to Canada, pronto.
Me: This is the operator, how may I help you?
LB: Connect me to Canada, pronto.
Me: This is the operator, how may I help you?

Well I seemingly started off my last journal and left all you terrific peeps hanging!

Sooooo, as we bring back the image of Disney's Lovelyboy, we see a studly brown-haired, blue-eyed teen who's in Rome, who's kissed Disney (in more ways than one, as you will find out!), who's prone to long-distance phone calls that leave me in melt-mode. Oh, and he's absolutely Lovely still.

Well this is overdue, although I somehow haven't felt the compulsion to come-a-typing for the past week or more, despite some lurvely events that have come to pass. Ok, I think "lurv" on paper looks funny/decent, but really try to say it out loud and *voila* stupidity!

Had this in my head all day:

So. Today. Not long ago. Lovelyboy called me from Rome. It is/was apparently getting near to lunchtime and he is/was going for brunch and he had my number and he called on a whim.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Well, within the past week I managed to commandeer Lovelyboy's phone number. So last night I plucked up some energy, courage and the incentive of that LOVELY cheek kiss and dialed.

I had actually called earlier but got the answering machine, this time I got a human being though.

Me: "Hello, is Lovelyboy there? "
Papa Lovelyboy: "Yes, may I ask who's calling?"