dip, dip, dip.

Patrick is home. So I got to see him for a little while tonight. Right when I was getting in my car he said he needed to tell me something, and that I would probably be mad at him. I told him to just tell me. It turns out he's been dipping all week. I punched him and told him that he knew I didn't want him kissing me if he was dipping. I was a little disgusted... haha. I hate that crap though. It's nasty and bad for you.