For the love of Pete...
So. Someone up there *points to roiling black clouds* hates me. With a passion. No, seriously. Tonight is the night that I will be going to Legs' place (yaymuch!) and I can not wait. Really can not wait. But my body is a biofemale body and has decided to do that thing it does. A hideous inconvenience. But not a whole lot I can do about that.
I will work it out, lol. Goddamn.
It's been the world's longest day and it's only...*checks watch* 11:50am. I don't finish up today until 5pm *sobs*. This is horrible....The worst type of torture...Well, for me anyhow. I hate waiting. I hate delayed gratification. I hate.....everything!!!! I don't. Not really.
I'm just "frustrated". Very. Blurgh. And having read a House/Wilson/Chase fic has not helped *blushes*.
Going to go have a smoke and see if anyone interesting is around.
Tonight is going to be....interesting, to say the least x
I will work it out, lol. Goddamn.
It's been the world's longest day and it's only...*checks watch* 11:50am. I don't finish up today until 5pm *sobs*. This is horrible....The worst type of torture...Well, for me anyhow. I hate waiting. I hate delayed gratification. I hate.....everything!!!! I don't. Not really.
I'm just "frustrated". Very. Blurgh. And having read a House/Wilson/Chase fic has not helped *blushes*.
Going to go have a smoke and see if anyone interesting is around.
Tonight is going to be....interesting, to say the least x
Sublimation. The act of turning a solid into a vapour.
It's an abstract thought, but it applies to me. It's the way I feel when you kiss me - your soft, warm lips touching on my neck, or when you touch me in that way you do, knowing all the right places at all the right times.
I feel like I'm not here any more. Like I'm not anywhere any more. Sometimes time stops, or it undulates suddenly, and I feel like I'm lost at sea. But I'm not. I'm with you. And this is how you make me feel.
It's an abstract thought, but it applies to me. It's the way I feel when you kiss me - your soft, warm lips touching on my neck, or when you touch me in that way you do, knowing all the right places at all the right times.
I feel like I'm not here any more. Like I'm not anywhere any more. Sometimes time stops, or it undulates suddenly, and I feel like I'm lost at sea. But I'm not. I'm with you. And this is how you make me feel.