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So Steve is not quite the movie n00b he was earlier. He has now seen Army of Darkness, Dead Alive, and Kentucky Fried Movie. I am much happier now. Had a lot of fun over at Ian's. He ended up not feeling well so we didn't game which was fine by me.
I'm tired of all of us only getting together.. to GAME. I like just hanging out with my friends, watching movies, crushing Ian's hopes of building a tower of pretzels, and so much gropage. I just miss the fun we used to have, now when we get together it's like "NO! you can't talk about that, we're ony here to GAME" It's like being stuck in a concentration camp sometimes. I mean, yea, I like to game.. but not all the freaking time. If we hung out more often, I'm willing to bet gaming would go a lot easier too. I'm probably going to catch a bunch of shit for saying this, but you know what, I don't care. It's my LJ, I should be able to say whatever I want without having to censor myself.
In any event, I had a fucking blast, I can't say the same for everyone else who was really wanting to game, but I just wanted to hang out. Oh, and Al got his breast forms.. cute. I wanted to keep fondling them.. but apparently I was on the verge of wearing out the nipples *shrug*.
All in all though, this weekend was great. Hung out with my friends, went swimsuit shopping, which, under normal circumstances would have been hell, but the boy makes me feel better about myself. Actually found a really nice swimsuit, that fits, and covers everything (as much as I want to be covered anyways) comfortably, and it's white. "Film at 11" ;) Seriously, I usually get so self concious, feel fat and disgusting, and eventually get so depressed I don't even want a fucking swimsuit anymore. Steve has done amazing things for me, I feel beautiful, I may still get a little self concious, but believe me, I've come a long ways.
I should be heading home soon, like once Steve comes back with some cancer, and probably a quickie before I go to the place where my parentals live. I seriously can't get enough sex with this man. It's utterly satisfying, completley moving, and absolutley amazing. I just want more and more and more. It's fucking perfect. Why couldn't we have found each other sooner and spared eachother so much fucking pain?
Ah well, happy now, so in love. Life is perfect, even if so many things are slowly going to shit.. I have him, and that makes life worth living.
I'm tired of all of us only getting together.. to GAME. I like just hanging out with my friends, watching movies, crushing Ian's hopes of building a tower of pretzels, and so much gropage. I just miss the fun we used to have, now when we get together it's like "NO! you can't talk about that, we're ony here to GAME" It's like being stuck in a concentration camp sometimes. I mean, yea, I like to game.. but not all the freaking time. If we hung out more often, I'm willing to bet gaming would go a lot easier too. I'm probably going to catch a bunch of shit for saying this, but you know what, I don't care. It's my LJ, I should be able to say whatever I want without having to censor myself.
In any event, I had a fucking blast, I can't say the same for everyone else who was really wanting to game, but I just wanted to hang out. Oh, and Al got his breast forms.. cute. I wanted to keep fondling them.. but apparently I was on the verge of wearing out the nipples *shrug*.
All in all though, this weekend was great. Hung out with my friends, went swimsuit shopping, which, under normal circumstances would have been hell, but the boy makes me feel better about myself. Actually found a really nice swimsuit, that fits, and covers everything (as much as I want to be covered anyways) comfortably, and it's white. "Film at 11" ;) Seriously, I usually get so self concious, feel fat and disgusting, and eventually get so depressed I don't even want a fucking swimsuit anymore. Steve has done amazing things for me, I feel beautiful, I may still get a little self concious, but believe me, I've come a long ways.
I should be heading home soon, like once Steve comes back with some cancer, and probably a quickie before I go to the place where my parentals live. I seriously can't get enough sex with this man. It's utterly satisfying, completley moving, and absolutley amazing. I just want more and more and more. It's fucking perfect. Why couldn't we have found each other sooner and spared eachother so much fucking pain?
Ah well, happy now, so in love. Life is perfect, even if so many things are slowly going to shit.. I have him, and that makes life worth living.