But I am not feeling especially funny today. And Blogger seems to be fucked up again. And Drew darling, I tried to do AIM but it seems like it does not work...
I am beyond stressed today. I don't even feel like myself. I feel like someone watching me from afar, a little inter-terrestrial at the controls, observing while I am on autopilot, like that little dude in the alien's head in "Men In Black". There are some rather stressful events which will be taking place in my life over the next 24 hours, and I am just trying to find a way to make it through them alive. I would talk about it on this blog, but it has to do with someone else and their business, so I don't feel it's my business to rip it wide open for the rest of the world.
I also am not feeling well, but I MUST BOX TONIGHT! My Best Friend has thoughtfully agreed to don some pads and let me beat the hell out of him. And afterwards, if I see Caisa in the shower maybe I will make a pass at her. Then again, seeing as how she works with my partner unit, maybe that's not a clever idea.
All I want is to go home, open the windows, peel off my clothes, and have a special someone crawl into bed behind me, naked. To haul me up against him, in that warm spooning position, his thighs behind mine, his cock in the hollow of my bottom, his chest hair warming my back, his strong arms wrapped around me, and his face in that little corner of my neck which I love so much to be touched. Soft words murmured into my hair, words of love, words of need, words of lust, words of fire.
And all I want is to be held, and comforted, and assured that the rest of the world can spin on around us, but there is time enough for the two of us in bed.
And maybe we could sleep.
-H.
Posted by Everydaystranger at September 23, 2003 11:32 AM | TrackBack