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I'm such a liar. All that promising to write. yeah whatever. I guess I got out of the habit, and I'm having a hell of a time getting back into it. So much living I'm doing. The sex is beyond words, never had better---never. The mothering, the dancing, the working, who has time to put words over top all this living? not me so sorry.
Langus is just days away from heading to the land of the ice and snow... :(
I'd rather not get into it, who has time for grieving either? I'll wait til I drop them off at the airport, then I'll bawl like a baby the whole way home. She'll be here any minute so I'm outa here and I'm not making anymore writing promises I can't keep.
Langus is just days away from heading to the land of the ice and snow... :(
I'd rather not get into it, who has time for grieving either? I'll wait til I drop them off at the airport, then I'll bawl like a baby the whole way home. She'll be here any minute so I'm outa here and I'm not making anymore writing promises I can't keep.