Walking on Sunshine

I went to a formal with my dear Tracker.

He is amazing. Each time I see him, the more I seem to like him. We went to his Frat formal last night. Nice classic restuarant. We were heading out for a smoke break when I saw an ex of mine. He happened to be working there and I didn't even have to introduce him to Tracker, because they already happened to know each other. I didn't mention anything. After the formal, we headed back to Tracker's place. It was there when a 8 gram joint of hash was rolled. Oh that was very very good. It took an hour to actually smoke it though. There was this one girl there that was flirting with Tracker with me right there. At some point I wanted to punch her in her face and thought that was strange since I never really have those types of thoughts. Was I perhaps being jealous? Nah, I think I just didn't like her. She made herself seem like a slut. The rest of the night was something I just can't describe. Tracker is beyond words.