feanix 😐horny

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

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.