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You Are An Intense Kisser!

Deep tounging, nibbling, and locking lips for hours are on your agenda.

You've been known to wear lovers out with your kiss,

before getting to anything else on the menu.

And given that you kiss so well... imagine how you do everything else.

yesterday, i didn't go see the pattern, and hot hot heat as i had planned. instead, i took my kid brother to visit our sister, and the boys in ventura. then, i took him to the movies to see igby goes down. so, yeah, i've now seen it twice. it IS that good though, so, whatever. i also bought an extra ticket to see the international noise conspiracy next week for a buddy. that show is already next week, and i'm looking forward to it. when i got home last night, matt had dinner waiting for me, which was sweet. then, i ravaged him on the coffee table. it was purty cool. i'm only gonna say this once: i like doing it in the living room, because there are variety of choices to suit ones lovemaking needs. armchair, coffee table, sofa, it's all so...arousing. i know, i'm retarded.

things with my sweet boy are going swimmingly. it's weird, in a cool way, that you sort of wake up next to this person you love, and think, wow, it's been this many months since we've lived under the same roof, and it's still cool as hell. then, i feel dumb for thinking 3 months is anything to brag about, even though i'm not actually bragging to anyone. then, i think, hey, every couple who've been together for a super long time had a 3 month mark. it's all gotta start somewhere, right? anyway, behold a tiny glimpse of my thought process. first, i feel good about myself, then, i feel bad about feeling good, and finally, i convince myself that it's okay to feel good about stuff...sort of. yes, it's great to be me. no, it isn't. well, yeah, it is...kinda. HA HA, get it? that's me in a nutshell. heavy empahsis on the "nut".

in other news, i've officially lost my tan. i'm still brown, but, not "summer brown". i can't explain it, but, take my word for it.

i think i'm getting sick. i've got this throat thing, and now i'm just waiting to see what's gonna become of it. let's don't get started on how i fucking hate being sick. and how the throat business is the absolute worst.

right now, matt is laying in bed in his boxers, and a t-shirt. the desire to pepper his lightly haired thighs with soft kisses while i peel his boxers off is overwhelming. i am so in love with him, mind, body, and soul, that it's scary. i need him in my life. he's made me need him. a small part of me is scared shitless about that. i'll admit that. i don't let that stop me though. i mean, you just can't think like that, you know? or, you CAN, but, you can't let that be the prevailing thought. if we thought like that, then, we'd never leave the house everyday. i don't know. i love him, and i'm glad, and that outweighs the bad stuff. so, swell. later.

p.s. is that graphic for the kissing style not the most grody thing ever? they looked diseased. is that lipstick? blemishes? gag me with a pitchfork.