I had to jump off my bed earlier because there's a fucking orange sweater crawling all over me. It was so small though, it was like a baby. Um, you know, in an open relationship, I don't know. Cause he and me kinda already got one. Which we kinda do, but he's like, no, you don't gotta be telling me all these things. Cause I tell him everything I do. Which I don't know, is it a good thing or not a good thing?