I found this EXTREMELY funny. Here is a little journal entry from last year. Its actually kinda cute and poetic. Please share all comments and lol's with me!

I remember that evening like no other. It was a night of deep inner thought. All I could recall is Josiah's face. His skin, his ears, to that little nose of his, all perfectly placed. I remember hearing his laugh, and his cry before. Heck, I could remember his smell. That smell of Irish Spring Original Scent Soap. I had found that little pair of blue boxers he left over in my room, the pair I had habitualy sniffed. It was enjoyable until it started smelling like me. He was gone for a whole week and I was about to die. The other day when we where swimming, we wrestled in the pool. Even through all the chlorine his Irish Spring smell still radiated off him like light off a light bulb. After we went inside he let me rub his back for a while, he was still warm from the sun, his skin as tan as I liked. He was playing PSP and telling me where it felt good. It was almost saddening of how moments like these where so rare. And yet he would be leaving me for a week. I remember seeing him at church wednesday, wearing my little white prep hat, he looked so good with it. With that and his white shirt and his smooth, tan body. It brought tears to my eyes whenever I wasn't around him. I would be staying with his brother John all week, I wish it was the other way around, so I could mingle with Josiah in my warm bed. That almost sounds horrible. A whole week Josiah-less.