Aww. That made me get a little teary. The schmoop! The schmoop! In a good way.
Yep. As in "Mmmm, dat's good schmoop".
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Aww. That made me get a little teary. The schmoop! The schmoop! In a good way.
Yep. As in "Mmmm, dat's good schmoop".
the overwhelming lightning bolt of desire and This Is The One. I always wanted that.
The feeling is amazing, but it often ends up imploding in really spectacular fashion with a lot of collatoral damage.
Le word. Z and I were together because of that lightning bolt, and I went back to him because of the The One feeling (and also the feeling that if we could still love each other after all the shit we'd been through, we really were Destined For Each Other). Needless to say - it ain't all it's cracked up to be. Though it does work for some....
the overwhelming lightning bolt of desire and This Is The One. I always wanted that.
Yeah. What they said. The pain does seem to go hand in hand with the passion. And yet so enthralling that you don't really have any other choice but to jump in. Grateful at this time to have the saner less volatile lifelong love.
Is it too late to compromise on strawberry blonde, Kristin?
Hec, good riddance to the soul sucking job. Have a nice dinner (and many drinks) with JZ tonight to celebrate a new beginning.
My hair is misbehaving. I'm trying to move back towards blonde, but it's holding on to the red like mad.
Heh. This is why I'm hesitating in my current thought of dyeing my hair red. Because I know it would be very very hard to get rid of.
Am back in DC. Don't especially want to go to work tomorrow, but am trying to be thankful it's just one day, then the weekend...
Also, {{{{Hec}}}}
Epic sweeping passions seem to do more harm than good.
Must remember that just 'cuz it's capitalized, it's not necessarily addressing me.
Eugene = South of Cassland.Really not incredibly far either. Cool.
So I saved the kitty who has been howling outside my door. When I went to talk to the property manager about her, she recognized it as a lost cat. Whose newly adopted owners moved to IDAHO. On Sunday. But a friend of theirs came an hour later to collect and care for the cat, which I had caught and brought to the office. Happy ending. And the property manager loved playing with little Espy, who was really darling when not making my ears bleed.
the overwhelming lightning bolt of desire and This Is The One. I always wanted that.
The feeling is amazing, but it often ends up imploding in really spectacular fashion with a lot of collatoral damage.
Like the forest fire metaphor!
Big sweeping love didn't work out for me. Silly, sweet love has.
Someone I'm not afraid to look foolish in front of is what I want. And that seems much more silly, sweet love than Doomed To Eternally Wander The Moors love.
t edit And The Boy just called. He said "I feel much better today -- talking *really* helped!" So. Things, such as they are, are good. It seems.