How is a girl supposed to work all day after a night like that one?
Bed at 5am - up at 6:45. Shit, I'm going to be draggin ass.
Holy hell. The Boy is just fucking sexy. Just too beautiful.
Even after this entire time, he still amazes me. He was a lucky lucky boy last night. I love to make him smile.
He made me laugh and then he made me cry. How is it that a nearly 38 year old woman can be so moved to tears? So gentle. So loving. I could kiss him for days.
We really need an entire weekend together. That would be worth every penny.
I'm a happy girl today.
Yay for drunk dials.
Boo for long drives home. Poor dear talked to me nearly the whole drive home just to stay awake. I truly hate that and it scares me to death.
I wish it were easy to move. It's not.
He wants to move to an island or a beach somewhere with me. If only I could make that happen. I think I'd be the happiest girl in the world.
Merry Christmas with a Whip!
Posted by debutaunt at March 18, 2005 10:05 AMYou're falling in love. Stop it.
Posted by: Candyass at March 18, 2005 07:58 PM