10:59 p.m. - 2005-12-04
Thought I'd never finish that sentence, didn't you?
Yeah, only my own, personal St. Vincentian could wake me out of a drunken stupor and make me enjoy it.
This man is SO for me. He is a smart, sexy, intuitive, teasing, exciting, worldly, yet earthy kinda man. Sort of like me, but masculine. And that voice kills me. Which makes the long distance thing all the more bearable.
Now, if you want an Assholes Weekend at the Beach update, go read Sixweasels. I couldn't have done it better.
I gotta go to sleep now so I can go to work tomorrow like a good girl. Because Max is calling on Tuesday, which means I might not be sleeping much. I'm thinking phone sex. Just to set me up right before I have to have surgery. I have two weeks to go and I don't mean to waste them.