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galeogirl is stunning. Reading her LJ . . . she leads you to believe that some long-ago time, pre-baby, when she was all made up and dressed to the nines, dancing every night . . .
I've never seen someone look so beautiful in random around-the-house clothes. Didn't matter. She exuded sexiness and strength, seemingly unaware of either. It was all I could do to keep stringing my sentences together semi-sensically towards the end: my lips and tongue had other ideas for what they ought to be doing to that extraordinary womyn on the couch a few paces from me.
I forgot to tell her: should she ever be on my coast, she should tell me. I'd awfully like to see her again. Quite alright if she doesn't find me as delicious as I find her; I'm very capable of keeping my desires as silent as I did yesterday.
There's a lot to say about that, about my nephews, about Seattle and Redmond and La-La Land and thoughts I've gotten the chance to flesh out more thoroughly on my vacation. I haven't relaxed much (similar sleep, back, and gastro-intestinal difficulties as I've had for a few weeks: they'd all disappear if I could chill the fuck out. Intense exercise might be all I need) but I have thinked a few thinks. Hopefully I'll write them down here before they vanish into my subconscious again.
I may go for my PhD at UW, if I decide to get it in Child Psychology. They're doing some neat studies there that I wouldn't mind helping out with. And Seattle, despite its cold and lack of snow, is very liveable for me. It's like Vermont condensed into a city.
We'll see. I may not meet my PhD deadline, because I'm going to be doing an MFA or two, plus some career-years, before I do the PhD. I've decided I want to make a career out of my MFA(s), I'll do the PhD for fun, if/when I can afford it.
Yes, I'm a weirdo. A sleepy weirdo, with a yummy snoozing lover behind me. Good night, everybody. I'll write again when I'm Back East.
I've never seen someone look so beautiful in random around-the-house clothes. Didn't matter. She exuded sexiness and strength, seemingly unaware of either. It was all I could do to keep stringing my sentences together semi-sensically towards the end: my lips and tongue had other ideas for what they ought to be doing to that extraordinary womyn on the couch a few paces from me.
I forgot to tell her: should she ever be on my coast, she should tell me. I'd awfully like to see her again. Quite alright if she doesn't find me as delicious as I find her; I'm very capable of keeping my desires as silent as I did yesterday.
There's a lot to say about that, about my nephews, about Seattle and Redmond and La-La Land and thoughts I've gotten the chance to flesh out more thoroughly on my vacation. I haven't relaxed much (similar sleep, back, and gastro-intestinal difficulties as I've had for a few weeks: they'd all disappear if I could chill the fuck out. Intense exercise might be all I need) but I have thinked a few thinks. Hopefully I'll write them down here before they vanish into my subconscious again.
I may go for my PhD at UW, if I decide to get it in Child Psychology. They're doing some neat studies there that I wouldn't mind helping out with. And Seattle, despite its cold and lack of snow, is very liveable for me. It's like Vermont condensed into a city.
We'll see. I may not meet my PhD deadline, because I'm going to be doing an MFA or two, plus some career-years, before I do the PhD. I've decided I want to make a career out of my MFA(s), I'll do the PhD for fun, if/when I can afford it.
Yes, I'm a weirdo. A sleepy weirdo, with a yummy snoozing lover behind me. Good night, everybody. I'll write again when I'm Back East.