Lol...
Walking with Legs yesterday from her bus stop to Gloria Jeans, because she didn't want to go home just yet, and a ute type thing went past with a wooden crate on the back.
She watches it go by and says, "Maybe there's a lion in there".
Maybe she's the cutest thing ever. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I got lucky.
Going to my dad's tonight for my brother's (belated) birthday. Dad's dropping Ben off to work late tomorrow morning, so I'll see if he can give me a life to the station - he probably will - because Legs invited me to her place tomorrow to watch movies and stuffs :-) And I have to bring The L Word *squee*.
It'll be cool to hang out with her more on an out of TAFE level...And we can sooo sleep in on Monday 'cos it's holidays now and there're no classes to go to :-) Yay woo!
My mother's been giving me crap about a hickey I may or may not have on my neck at this particular point. Serious crap. Like, going to lose my job, type crap. Which sucks. Also sucks because I love them....The way they look, the intense way they feel...The great/nasty way they hurt. It's a symbol of ownership. I like for people to be able to see them - subtly or not - to let them know that I belong to someone. I need to have them...Sometimes I wake up with her and wonder whether or not it was all a dream and she strokes her thumb over the deep, dark bruise on my neck and I know it's for real *sighs*. Maybe I'm sick, I don't know. But my hickeys will have to move to my shoulders now *pouts*....
As for my mother, I may just tell her to quit riding me about it. I'll stop having them done on my neck if she'll leave me alone about them in general. Nark.
She watches it go by and says, "Maybe there's a lion in there".
Maybe she's the cutest thing ever. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I got lucky.
Going to my dad's tonight for my brother's (belated) birthday. Dad's dropping Ben off to work late tomorrow morning, so I'll see if he can give me a life to the station - he probably will - because Legs invited me to her place tomorrow to watch movies and stuffs :-) And I have to bring The L Word *squee*.
It'll be cool to hang out with her more on an out of TAFE level...And we can sooo sleep in on Monday 'cos it's holidays now and there're no classes to go to :-) Yay woo!
My mother's been giving me crap about a hickey I may or may not have on my neck at this particular point. Serious crap. Like, going to lose my job, type crap. Which sucks. Also sucks because I love them....The way they look, the intense way they feel...The great/nasty way they hurt. It's a symbol of ownership. I like for people to be able to see them - subtly or not - to let them know that I belong to someone. I need to have them...Sometimes I wake up with her and wonder whether or not it was all a dream and she strokes her thumb over the deep, dark bruise on my neck and I know it's for real *sighs*. Maybe I'm sick, I don't know. But my hickeys will have to move to my shoulders now *pouts*....
As for my mother, I may just tell her to quit riding me about it. I'll stop having them done on my neck if she'll leave me alone about them in general. Nark.