I think...

...that I'm actually going out on a date next week. What the actual fuck? I haven't been on a /date/ since I was like 15. We're going to go to a food truck (because, bee tee dubz, there is a freaking sushi burrito food truck in LA and how can you /not/ go to that?!) and then hang out. Like, how do I even go on a date? I'm excited. I think.