Live in Love.
Ho Hum.
I found a turtle in the road today. I didn't know shit like that really happened. So I stopped and picked him up. Drove with him in my hand to campus. And took him down to the Mississppi and let him go. He was adorable. I needed a friend today...and I found it in that damn turtle.
My brain hurts from reading only 13 pages of the Determining Time Of Death chapter of my 489 book. About half of it...i know from Chemistry 207. Algor mortis, rigor mortis, livor mortis. Nothing new to me. But now we're getting into disgusting topics. Like how you piss yourself, shit yourself, and cum when you die. Awesome. I am not hungry for the free pizza in front of me now.
I want eskimo kisses. 311 days until we move in together. I can't even wait. I love how soft I'm trying to make my life. I take hot showers. I have to snuggle with something when I sleep. If it's not Sam, it's Brownie (my teddy bear whose full name is bodacious bohemian brown bear tungston tiberious tickle tooth teddy) I definitely didn't name him. Anyways. Soft. Yes. Errrrrr. Just more evidence that this is right. I got out my aggression tonight when I went running. It was only for 15 minutes but that's all I had time for with my meeting and work.
I can't get that Jamestown Story song out of my head. Or the night we spent on the boat. Honestly, it was one of the best nights of my life. It was simple. We went mini golfing...and to dinner. And then out on the lake. And even though it was freezing, we laid together under a blanket and under a full moon until the wee hours of the morning. Talking and such.
And that song fits that night "The moon is the only light that I can use to look at you. So lets make this memory last, in this night that we've come to claim ours, I promise I'll never forget, such a perfect night under the stars."
I love love.