I wish I had more time
You know, a 36 hour day would be grand -- I could get all my work done at work and at the house while still pursuing hobbies, a relationship, and physical fitness. Alas, anon, it won't be that way so I must make due with only small increments of each while kicking butt at work. And it's nice, because the way I see it, this is a time of initiation where I can "rise to the occasion" or fall back and give decent product. I've chosen to go above and beyond, which means I am really impressing the people at work, but sheesh, I miss the Meshell time.
But the relationship!! OH yes, that ^_^ I am getting Meshell time soon to vacation with my favorite boy, Kenny. It's unnerving that I feel like this for someone after my past, considering I was just then moving into my own skin. But I feel this way and he does too. It drives me insane because it reminds me so much of my previous two 4SRS relationships I had in the past (long distance too... either there is no one in BMT for me or the type of guy/gal that fits with me is a scattered soul across the country and planet). I adore him, his beauty, his kindness, his mind...
It's wild because I can talk to him about mystical energies, telepathy, visions all that mumbojumbo I kept hidden from everyone because I felt they would either laugh at me or think I was making it up (or worse yet... that I would have to admit it was all in my head and I was making it up to "feel special"). He supports these thoughts and beliefs with his scientific interpretation of higher consciousness, dimensional views, and his loving and supporting past. To him, to get a read done is respectable and a part of life. I don't feel alone in this world anymore.
And that's not to say "OMGS I IS ALONE!" But I've talked to many of you (Madame MAge!!) and your strengths and beauties are known in my mind, but your physical self is far from me... I felt alone in BMT with very little guidance and only embarrassment that my mind perceived these things ("Oh... that was just deja vu, not an actual vision of the future, it couldn't be.")
And that's not to say "OMGS I AM ALONES WITHOUT HIM!!" It's like he is a part of my reawakening.
Oh, my dead animus sighs with happiness, despite growling and biting this way and that. She is tired; she has helped me to survive through events that should break a person, push them away from a higher path. And she watches the She Wolf she rode shake off the fur, smile candidly, knowing that this is a long time of growth.
It has been for a good two years. I've lived attrition. I will live growth.
PICTURES SOON. Black Milk is one of my favorite fashion blogs: cheeky company owner making super hot, high quality tights. He's witty, tongue-in-cheek, not pretentious at all, and lovely to communicate with :D On top of that he made these babies!
Well, he is holding a little competition where you can post pictures of you showing off cute leggings, tights, and thigh highs in hopes to win one of ten pairs of his amazing stay ups (think shiny, leathery thigh highs). Since I am in love with thigh high socks, I said "What the Eff?! Why not give it a go?"
SO I shall. Posting pics tonight since I realllllly need to pull them gals off the camera.
But the relationship!! OH yes, that ^_^ I am getting Meshell time soon to vacation with my favorite boy, Kenny. It's unnerving that I feel like this for someone after my past, considering I was just then moving into my own skin. But I feel this way and he does too. It drives me insane because it reminds me so much of my previous two 4SRS relationships I had in the past (long distance too... either there is no one in BMT for me or the type of guy/gal that fits with me is a scattered soul across the country and planet). I adore him, his beauty, his kindness, his mind...
It's wild because I can talk to him about mystical energies, telepathy, visions all that mumbojumbo I kept hidden from everyone because I felt they would either laugh at me or think I was making it up (or worse yet... that I would have to admit it was all in my head and I was making it up to "feel special"). He supports these thoughts and beliefs with his scientific interpretation of higher consciousness, dimensional views, and his loving and supporting past. To him, to get a read done is respectable and a part of life. I don't feel alone in this world anymore.
And that's not to say "OMGS I IS ALONE!" But I've talked to many of you (Madame MAge!!) and your strengths and beauties are known in my mind, but your physical self is far from me... I felt alone in BMT with very little guidance and only embarrassment that my mind perceived these things ("Oh... that was just deja vu, not an actual vision of the future, it couldn't be.")
And that's not to say "OMGS I AM ALONES WITHOUT HIM!!" It's like he is a part of my reawakening.
Oh, my dead animus sighs with happiness, despite growling and biting this way and that. She is tired; she has helped me to survive through events that should break a person, push them away from a higher path. And she watches the She Wolf she rode shake off the fur, smile candidly, knowing that this is a long time of growth.
It has been for a good two years. I've lived attrition. I will live growth.
PICTURES SOON. Black Milk is one of my favorite fashion blogs: cheeky company owner making super hot, high quality tights. He's witty, tongue-in-cheek, not pretentious at all, and lovely to communicate with :D On top of that he made these babies!
Well, he is holding a little competition where you can post pictures of you showing off cute leggings, tights, and thigh highs in hopes to win one of ten pairs of his amazing stay ups (think shiny, leathery thigh highs). Since I am in love with thigh high socks, I said "What the Eff?! Why not give it a go?"
SO I shall. Posting pics tonight since I realllllly need to pull them gals off the camera.