when i was still over-tired and giddy this morning, i had a lot of different things i wanted to write about, but i was too busy fighting a deadline to post. now that i’m not so busy and decidedly ungiddy, but even more tired, i just can’t seem to get up the interest to type out all the things i meant to say. maybe i’ll feel more verbose tomorrow. i can’t wait to go to bed.
i’m tempted to go to sonar tomorrow night, but it’s for all the wrong reasons. i’d better serve myself by staying home and throwing things out. that being said, i’m really interested in getting new shelves. something metallic. they have some galvanized utility shelves at zellers on sale this week. i may succumb and buy one, or maybe two.
i need kisses and stubble and fingers and cuddling and zippers and t-shirts taken off the right way. i need familiarly unfamiliar smells and long hair against hot skin and nibbles and gasping and that magic spot behind your left ear. i need nipples and bellies and ticklish knees. i need boy hips and wrists and the small patch of fuzz at the base of your spine. i need less dangerous thinkings and more dangerous doings.
what on earth could be wrong about going to sonar tomorrow night?! timo maas is playing, and he’s amazing. amaaaaazing.
*whine* and boy hands and shoulders and eyes and voice and smell.
*s* i love the way you write.
ah, that IS good. mmf.
um, off topic, but do you remember mentioning/asking me about my snarky comments on paul’s site? well, there’s another derrick – same spelling – posting snarky comments there; not me! mystery solved.
ahh! thank you. i’d hate to have kept thinking you have this evil side you only let loose upon paul’s comments.
and thanks. *blush*
um…3rd paragraph of that = pure gold. um…yeah. heh.