Almost everyone was in a funk at today's 9:30 AM dev huddle. The gray, drizzling weather joined with the massive amount of pollen, cherry blossom droppings and assorted Spring detritus to make for a series of morose and muddy Monday meetings ( Read more... )

Because my only serious relationship has been a long-distance one, there are a variety of holes in my experience. One of those is the idea of spending time together that is not focused on actually being together. When you see your significant other for two to three days every four to six weeks, you endeavor to make those days count. Whether ( Read more... )

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D. has yet to mention the fact that he is receiving no less than eight emails from me per day and probably something closer to a dozen. Admittedly, I have a lot of shit in the works right now, but I also think it is an extreme reaction to having spent a week with him during which I talked his ear off. The nice thing, for my boyfriend at least, is ( Read more... )

Last night, my mouth was so dry from a combination of Mai Tais and Wii-ntertainment that I had to stop in the middle of phone sex to fumble drunkenly through my closet for lube.

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My favorite part about being home right now, rather than spending a fourth night with my boyfriend, is that it affords me the opportunity to imagine him going about his nightly ablutions and sleepily stumbling across the plethora of Reese's peanut butter-filled chocolate eggs I stashed throughout his apartment while he was on the toilet.

Sometimes it blows my mind how healthy my romantic relationship is, given the eccentricities of all involved. Before D., I never thought honest communication could come so easy, or ultimately prove so satisfying. Then again, I suppose spending four and a half years three hundred miles apart will either hone your communication skills or tear a ( Read more... )

After seeing my boyfriend essentially three times over the course of the last week, I am finding it hard to return to a normal life. Sure, there's something to be said for not having to expel multiple loads of semen from your ass, but I was kind of enjoying being thrown off my regimented social schedule for a bit. The somewhat impromptu trip to ( Read more... )

I am sure that in some distant world it is sweet that my mind and body are conditioned to not only expect but require our nightly conversations.

That world would be a place where I do not mind finding myself completely awake on Saturday morning after a mere five hours of sleep.