What do you do when you know one of your best friends from high school is falling for a fifteen year old girl? What if there was a five-year difference? What if this girl had devoutly Catholic parents, and a pretty ripped 19-year-old brother?
What would you do?
See my predicament?
Granted, it doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would. I guess I just trust him, and I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt her (at least intentionally). But there's the thing. She's fifteen and fragile, oh so fragile and naive. She's smart, I'll give her that. But nothing hurts more than your first heartbreak, as cheesy as that sounds. It's crushing, and I'd really hate for her to get her heart broken so soon in the game, especially by a 20 year old boy who knows better. I almost wish he were a creeper so I wasn't so torn about this whole situation, but he's not, he's just a lonely guy looking for somebody to love.
Fuck.

Okay, well, now that I have that out of the way, London is coming up and I'm SO EXCITED I might pee myself. I might, also, invest in a tattoo sometime soon (and by soon, I mean in the next year or so), and so, I've been thinking about where I want it and if I want to design it or not. I'm thinking on my upper back, but I also want something on my arm. So yeah, I'm gonna be putting a lot of money into this thing, but hell, they're supposed to last forever, so might as well make it epic. Really, my only real objection is that it might be something cheesy and/or self-righteous, and I don't want either.
I'll be pondering this for a while, don't you worry.
And now, bedtime. I'll write some more later when my mind is clear.