Talked to boy last night. I fully involved him in my plans to overthrow Princeling Bush: he’s my minister of gooey things. I don’t know exactly what that entails, but I guess we’ll find out in a bit. We spoke of former loves, what we want about life, etc. He had a relationship a few years ago that went sour in a bad way (lover cheated on him at a rave). I get really liquidy when I talk to him. It’s like I’m in love or something. Ew…..