Hmmm. I sat down to write and Jacob just told me to go get dressed. He has plans for me, he says. Something about the third day of August and his love of planning elaborate romantic surprises makes me vaguely nervous.
I sat down to write to you that I heard via the boy-grapevine that Loch and Kiera have come to some agreements and arrangements and he won't go down in flames as the biggest asshole that ever lived. It's good news all the way around and no, I won't be having any contact with him any time soon.
So, I'm off, wish me luck and if you know what Jacob is up to, I'll deal with you later.
