Crazy, I know

Oh FUCK OFF!! I had a huge journal entry all ready to go and it disappeared after a fucking error message. I’m beyond pissed. Just, fuck. Well, here’s a much shorter (and lamer) recap of this weekend’s events.

1) Forgot Scott’s gift at home. I’m retarded, I know.
2) Scott told me some splendid news: We had the house to ourselves on Saturday before he had to go to work. Sexy results ensued.
3) Helped out at the Festival of Lights. Leah was in a cheerful mood, which was pleasant. After this we went a party. Highlights: Sonny, upon noticing my “Anarchy <3’s You” shirt, states that she’s anarchy because she loves me. Sonny rules. Speaking of people who rule, Gabe does as well. Hardcore. He’s coming down along for Scott next weekend.
4) Spilled the beans on Scott’s painting while we snuggled that night.
5) Snuck into his bed that morning where we snuggled. Then more really, really, really hott³ sex commenced. Two positions in one go. We at one point want to reach three, but, y’know.
6) More snuggling.
7) I avenged Scott’s discomfort by killing the bee that pseudo-stung him in the eye by killing it with the letter ‘L’.
8) Waited about three hours in the waiting room while Scott stood in line to get his eye looked at. Turned out everything was fine; his eye felt better and he left with out seeing a nurse. He had to sign a waiver form before leaving ‘cuz, apparently, he could have gone blind.
9) Saw the Village with Gabe and Ian. Twist was pretty lame. It was a mediocre movie in general.
10) Scott was tired when we returned home so he left me to my own devices. I read some Discovery magazines and read more of Porno.
11) Had a sexy shower with Scott.
12) Rented Six Feet Under, a show I’m now addicted too.
13) Scott’s mom took us out to dinner.
14) Rented Pumpkinhead. Don’t waste your vision.
15) More snuggling took place.
16) Dropped me off at the bus terminal the next morning.
17) Had a lot of time to kill before for my train, so I stopped off at Second Cup and read for over an hour. I really love Porno.
18) I’m home.

I swear to you I had a better account of events before my computer decided to fuck me in the ear.

Anyways.

I love it when Scott’s breath dances on my bare skin when we’re snuggling. I love it how my skin tingles when he’s pressed up against me, like two different puzzle pieces interlocking. I love it how he makes sure I’m okay and comfortable every step of the way when we’re having sex. I love it how when I sneak into bed with him his arms naturally wrap around me like he knew I was coming all along. I love it when his lips are eager to caress mine, and how they don’t want to stop. I love it when our tongues touch. I love the look in his eyes when we’re making love. I love the way he makes me laugh and the way he makes my heart race. I love everything about him. I’m drowning in this so called love, and it feels oh-so-good.

I can’t wait ‘til he comes down next weekend. We have some movies to watch and some sex to have.

One more month until I’m in Kingston. The nails that summer has been digging into the road are slowly wearing down, and this summer is finally starting to pick up speed. The fact that my parents are gone for three weeks helps. A lot.

I’m tired. But I’m off to read. Then sleep. Maybe.