Not to change the subject, but all of a sudden I am so very much looking forward to fall. I have an image in my brain of me walking on a sunny, cool and crisp autumn day, wearing my leather jacket, stepping on golden leaves....
That sounds lovely. Fall is my favorite time of year.
Love is a choice., no doubt in my mind. I chose Matthew. There is all the beginning stuff but the way I feel about him goes way beyond that.Even when I am really angry - it is there. And it is because I chose to let him get that close to me. It is why the concept of an affair boggles my mind. Yes, it would be a betrayal of him. But more importantly, it would be a betrayal of a choice I made along time ago (and everyday).
Could not agree more.
And then, some choices bite you in the ass.....
At least he had one wife for each bypass.
Oh, ChiKat, I was just thinking about you! Do you want to go to the farmer's market early tomorrow morning? It'll be my first time there this year, and I want to buy lots of fruit (I'm craving fruit for some reason right now).
I have a bug bite or something on my neck right where a lot of my shirt collars/necklines can hit it, and it keeps opening and bleeding.
It's really annoying.
Physical attraction is an odd duck in my brain. Current interest is very much the Vin Disel type. this has Nothing to do with real life. In real life people's brains and hearts have a lot to do with how physically attactive they are to me. Matt's most apppealing characteristic is the way he moves. Very confident and graceful.
I didn't have a bunch of people to chose from in my life. There were many years without any. I'm picky. and I'm not sure I could have made the choice if I hadn't know Matt for so many years before there was an oppertunity.
I have a bug bite or something on my neck right where a lot of my shirt collars/necklines can hit it, and it keeps opening and bleeding.
It's not by chance
two
bug bites, fairly close together?
psst Perkins is a vampire love slave. pass it on.
Perkins fell on a BBQ fork.
Well, that would explain my paleness, and that odd longing for human blood.
