WARNING: this entire entry is about how much I love Lance, dont read it if you dont' want to hear it
Only 8 more days until i get to fall asleep in Lance's arms, high. I miss him so much. I've never been so crazy about a guy, but i don't feel bad about it. Every other relationship i've had (with the exception of Pat) has lasted NO MORE than 3 months, I don't really even consider that a relationship. It's just such a healthy relationship, we actively support each other in anything we do. It's a very motivating relationship. When we live together once again, we've made a deal that we are not going to just sit around all day doing nothing like we did in Boston. (It was fun for a while but there's more to life than that).
He's been reading a SHITLOAD. 2 books left and he's read ALL of Hemingway (short stories and everything) and now he's starting on a new author. Once he's read all these influential authors he's going to write a political book. He used to lay in bed reading and I would crawl up on his stomache and fall asleep on top of him. *sigh* i can't wait to do that again.
He's also BY FAR the best at sex. period. Rough, passionate, kinky...you name it. We've got that shit down to a science and it's still not boring but very interesting and exotic and might i add...climactic
Here's a short list of things we are going to accomplish...
-He's going to write and publish a book
-He's finnishing school
-I'm going to figure out what i'm going to go to school for
-We are going to brew our own beer
-I'm gonna pick up the bass again and if i can get my steel drums shipped out, it's time to buy some stands
-He's already started cooking, and going to teach me a few things (i am the WORST cook EVER)
-I'm really going to start sewing and make some crazy creative shit
***EDIT***-We are going to go backpacking for like a couple days every month
I've never felt so happy and comfortable with someone to actually have them motivate me to do shit, and me do the same for him. We've both worked really fucking hard to be able to live together in San Fransisco although i have to admit he probably worked a hell of a lot harder than me, i just saved money, he was homeless for a month trying to find the perfect appartment...which he did. Our own little back yard/ kitchen/ has a bathtub(one of our requirements). But the point is, we set a goal at the beginning of the summer, and now it's all coming together finally. We are going to be able to do all the shit we've been talking about all summer...backpacking, hiking, kyaking, going out to eat once a week at a nice resturaunt. We just have SO much planned. I fucking LOVE this kid, and it's frusturating right now because i can't even express it in words. I don't even know how to tell him how much i love him, luckily he knows so i don't have to tell him.
He's been reading a SHITLOAD. 2 books left and he's read ALL of Hemingway (short stories and everything) and now he's starting on a new author. Once he's read all these influential authors he's going to write a political book. He used to lay in bed reading and I would crawl up on his stomache and fall asleep on top of him. *sigh* i can't wait to do that again.
He's also BY FAR the best at sex. period. Rough, passionate, kinky...you name it. We've got that shit down to a science and it's still not boring but very interesting and exotic and might i add...climactic
Here's a short list of things we are going to accomplish...
-He's going to write and publish a book
-He's finnishing school
-I'm going to figure out what i'm going to go to school for
-We are going to brew our own beer
-I'm gonna pick up the bass again and if i can get my steel drums shipped out, it's time to buy some stands
-He's already started cooking, and going to teach me a few things (i am the WORST cook EVER)
-I'm really going to start sewing and make some crazy creative shit
***EDIT***-We are going to go backpacking for like a couple days every month
I've never felt so happy and comfortable with someone to actually have them motivate me to do shit, and me do the same for him. We've both worked really fucking hard to be able to live together in San Fransisco although i have to admit he probably worked a hell of a lot harder than me, i just saved money, he was homeless for a month trying to find the perfect appartment...which he did. Our own little back yard/ kitchen/ has a bathtub(one of our requirements). But the point is, we set a goal at the beginning of the summer, and now it's all coming together finally. We are going to be able to do all the shit we've been talking about all summer...backpacking, hiking, kyaking, going out to eat once a week at a nice resturaunt. We just have SO much planned. I fucking LOVE this kid, and it's frusturating right now because i can't even express it in words. I don't even know how to tell him how much i love him, luckily he knows so i don't have to tell him.