Tonight, I took six of my best friends (Nolan_Void among them) out to dinner. It was really good food, and we had a really good time. I took pictures. Then we came back and sat around for a while before deciding to watch Mystery Men, which I recalled hating when it came out--but I was like, 13 or something, and didn't really get the humor, I guess. But I liked it tonight.
Tomorrow, I'm going home for Thanksgiving break. I'll be back on Sunday. And then I'll be here for a week, and then I'll go home again for a month. I'm looking forward to putting my feet up for a bit, and maybe managing to acquire a job... but the thought of leaving my friends behind is killing me. And right now--now, right now, at 1:05am, with a long day behind me and an even longer one ahead--all I want is to climb into a warm bed with a strong, firm male body, and pass into oblivion with arms around my waist, with breath at my neck and whispers at my ear... to have this abyssal aching smoothed away with hard fingertips and a soft mouth. Whoosh! Gone. Men have magic, too.
I miss it.
Tomorrow, I'm going home for Thanksgiving break. I'll be back on Sunday. And then I'll be here for a week, and then I'll go home again for a month. I'm looking forward to putting my feet up for a bit, and maybe managing to acquire a job... but the thought of leaving my friends behind is killing me. And right now--now, right now, at 1:05am, with a long day behind me and an even longer one ahead--all I want is to climb into a warm bed with a strong, firm male body, and pass into oblivion with arms around my waist, with breath at my neck and whispers at my ear... to have this abyssal aching smoothed away with hard fingertips and a soft mouth. Whoosh! Gone. Men have magic, too.
I miss it.