Pinky string

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Pinky string
Currently Listening
Eat Me, Drink Me
By Marilyn Manson
Just A Car Crash Away
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"My hands are searching for you. My arms are outstretched towards you. I feel you on my fingertips. My tongue dances behind my lips for you. This fire rising through my being, burning. I'm not used to seeing you. I'm alive. I'm alive. I can feel you all around me, thickening the air I'm breathing, holding on to what I'm feeling, savoring this heart that's healing."

     So, I've calmed down, and I'm okay now, which is good. Today was a good day. And Chelsea brings me fun presents. I love her. Not just for the presents, though. They're just an added bonus.

     I want a chef salad, for some reason. I have the strangest cravings.

     So, the spring fest thing is tomorrow, which should be interesting. Badmiton was interesting the other night, too. Seeing all those people is weird. Going back there is weird. I relax after a few minutes, but still. It's like stepping into an alternate universe. Speaking of alternate universes, is it really necessary to write fanfiction in alternate universes? And why do we need to abbreviate everything? There are so many abbreviations, and it takes me forever to figure them out, if I do figure them out. I've been reading a lot of X-Files fanfics lately. I know. I'm a geek, but happy Scully/Mulder love-sexy stories make me happy inside. I mean, come on, they're both smoking hot. Their babies would be so beautiful. Yeah...

     Sex and the City is on. That's my cue to fall asleep watching pretty ladies and their problems.

     She is perfect.

     Later, my loves.