miracle of miracles . . .

nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
yes, folks, it seems to have arrived. it's prom season. i personally wish this season would disappear - an entire month of primping and giggling and trying to prove that you're worthy of a date. oh, and finding the means to fund it all. now, it is true that i believe in the miracle of prom. last year, my hand was seriously wounded by a dog bite, but miraculously, my fresh manicure stayed perfect and the wound was on the corsage wrist, so it could be covered up. this year, a friend is getting here braces off the day before prom. so yes, i do believe. however, my own situation has left me a bit cold towards this evening and its preparation. i'm not only dateless, i'm potential dateless. i don't even have a prospect yet. granted, last year at this time, i hadn't a clue of who i'd be going with, and when he did show up he was amazing. so maybe there's hope. well, at least i have a dress. damn prom.


on another note, nostalgia has made me homesick for the guy i trusted with those three little words (and who has in turn terrified me of them).