fucking eh.
i am drunk. i am not afraid to admit that shit. but what i am a teensy bit anxious about is how horny i am.
is it wrong? to be in a committed, long term, great, solid, fucking great relationship and still want to fuck?
haha. considering HE can read this and knows all my account info, perhaps it's not the best idea to write about my sexual dilemmas here. nonetheless. no regrets, right?
some time ago (this weekend) i found my old journals and poetry books. since the age of 15 i've been writing poems and journal enteries about boys. fuck. i forgot that passion i felt once upon a time. not that what i have now isn't great. i wouldn't trade this for the world. but those moments when you're first discovering what you believe is love... they're effing unforgettable and irretrievable. would i trade this to have those moments back? fuck no. they were miserable times. but i can't help but remember them fondly. all that they've taught me. every fuck-up. every (what i then considered to be) heartbreak...
some day, i'm going to bust out those journals and write some of that shit in here. i'm so glad i kept them all.
c'est tout.
~a.
que le ciel soit bleu... a suffit pour moi.
i am drunk. i am not afraid to admit that shit. but what i am a teensy bit anxious about is how horny i am.
is it wrong? to be in a committed, long term, great, solid, fucking great relationship and still want to fuck?
haha. considering HE can read this and knows all my account info, perhaps it's not the best idea to write about my sexual dilemmas here. nonetheless. no regrets, right?
some time ago (this weekend) i found my old journals and poetry books. since the age of 15 i've been writing poems and journal enteries about boys. fuck. i forgot that passion i felt once upon a time. not that what i have now isn't great. i wouldn't trade this for the world. but those moments when you're first discovering what you believe is love... they're effing unforgettable and irretrievable. would i trade this to have those moments back? fuck no. they were miserable times. but i can't help but remember them fondly. all that they've taught me. every fuck-up. every (what i then considered to be) heartbreak...
some day, i'm going to bust out those journals and write some of that shit in here. i'm so glad i kept them all.
c'est tout.
~a.
que le ciel soit bleu... a suffit pour moi.
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[Edited on May 06, 2004 8:38PM]
Vous devriez devenir un modle pour cette webpage. Vous tes trs belle.
You'll have to forgive my french... it's been a while since I've used it. There aren't a lot of francophones where I live now.
Later alligator!