These things are stupid, yeah, yeah. I know. But maybe if I keep track of the things that happen in my life I’ll remember them forever. I don’t know. Today, Dean kissed me on the cheek. He hasn’t done that in a long while, and it felt so nice. I think the next time we sleep in the same bed, I’ll ask him if he’ll do it once more. He’s older now, of course. We both are, since the last time I felt his lips on me. And now- he has prickly stubble all over. It was itchy, but I liked it anyways. He’s on his way home from his new girlfriend’s house. Dad says he shouldn’t leave me at the motel alone, but I don’t mind. Sometimes he leaves his skin mags here and if I put them back in the right place, I can look at them while he’s gone. That way I can see the type of things he likes. So far, I’m almost positive he likes lacy underwear. For what? I don’t know. I’ll write more later.