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i am so hungover, i think hanged over sounds a lot better.
got to see frenchie the past few days.
he came into the museum on thursday, looking like a handsome man.
then came over after meeting with the artsie people.
we mostly just talked, realised how much we actually miss each other.
the familiarity of his softly scented neck, and gently minty tongue was enough to leave me content.
his dad called really late and said he would have to meet with another group of people friday as well.
he explained that he was planning on spending the day with me, but his father would not bend.
asked to talk to me.
so here i am having frenchies father apologize to me, but also assuring me that we will see each other soon.
i know he probably has not told you, but he has fallen in love with you
normally that sentence would have freaked me out, but it actually made me really happy.
sounded so sweet coming from a father, and the french accent makes it all better.
he asked me if i was falling in love also.
i said i was not quite sure what the word love means.
he asked if i wanted to have his children, laughing as he said it.
i said i didnt want to have anyones children.
he left rather late.
last night W came over, we had dinner, then met frenchie at the arclight to see donnie darko. sitting between those two with donnie darko on screen was my idea of bliss. i could not have been happier. odd to see them interact, i am sure even odder for them to see me interact with the other. i need to do my best to not keep them so seperate, especially if i plan on having them both in my life in the future. odd still.
anyway, i had way too much to drink last night. i should have purged last night. but i just fell asleep, and now i am suffering.
having to grind coffee this morning was torture.
my head is pounding.
my eyes burn.
my stomach is screaming.
and i have to go to god damn work.
i wonder what happens if i vomit on a piece of art?
got to see frenchie the past few days.
he came into the museum on thursday, looking like a handsome man.
then came over after meeting with the artsie people.
we mostly just talked, realised how much we actually miss each other.
the familiarity of his softly scented neck, and gently minty tongue was enough to leave me content.
his dad called really late and said he would have to meet with another group of people friday as well.
he explained that he was planning on spending the day with me, but his father would not bend.
asked to talk to me.
so here i am having frenchies father apologize to me, but also assuring me that we will see each other soon.
i know he probably has not told you, but he has fallen in love with you
normally that sentence would have freaked me out, but it actually made me really happy.
sounded so sweet coming from a father, and the french accent makes it all better.
he asked me if i was falling in love also.
i said i was not quite sure what the word love means.
he asked if i wanted to have his children, laughing as he said it.
i said i didnt want to have anyones children.
he left rather late.
last night W came over, we had dinner, then met frenchie at the arclight to see donnie darko. sitting between those two with donnie darko on screen was my idea of bliss. i could not have been happier. odd to see them interact, i am sure even odder for them to see me interact with the other. i need to do my best to not keep them so seperate, especially if i plan on having them both in my life in the future. odd still.
anyway, i had way too much to drink last night. i should have purged last night. but i just fell asleep, and now i am suffering.
having to grind coffee this morning was torture.
my head is pounding.
my eyes burn.
my stomach is screaming.
and i have to go to god damn work.
i wonder what happens if i vomit on a piece of art?