Well I have officially taken residence in the shore house for the summer, here in beautiful Beach Haven, NJ. It's been a great weekend so far, and I am really not looking forward to returning back to PA on Tuesday.
We've been out to breakfast, and are about to go to the beach to get some sun. The BF should be arriving at some point this morning. He called me to say he was leaving a while ago.
Hope you are all having a great weekend!
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Again
Then. Kirk.
I was sitting in the chair across the room. The only sound that mattered came from the bed, his breathing. The sun was just starting to appear over the horizon. As I took a momentary fleeting glance at the azure, the lapis lazuli, the white wisps of clouds, my mind could not blot out this singular thought. My life had forever changed and there would be no going back.
I had been sitting there watching him for what seemed like hours. In fact, it was only minutes. When I woke up in my bed his arm was around me, his cheek against the back of my head. His whispered words, spoken hours before, still hung in the air. "I will always love you". If I had slept at all after that point, I truly don't know.
As the light through the window began to increase, I slipped out of his grasp ever so slowly as to not waken him. From where I then sat, watching him sleeping ever so soundly, he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I never wanted that night to end. Like the perfect beautiful balloon I was given as a young child, I was afraid this too would break. As he stirred I realized that this was the moment, the last moment of perfection.
Now. BF.
I am sitting in a chair across the room. The only sound that matters comes from the bed, his breathing. When I woke up in my bed his arm was around me, his cheek against the back of my head. His whispered words, spoken hours before, still hung in the air. "I love you". My mind can not blot out this singular thought. My life has again changed forever and there will be no going back.
I have been sitting here watching him for hours, and from where I sit, he is so beautiful. As he stirs I realize I am again experiencing perfection. I am terrified.
I was sitting in the chair across the room. The only sound that mattered came from the bed, his breathing. The sun was just starting to appear over the horizon. As I took a momentary fleeting glance at the azure, the lapis lazuli, the white wisps of clouds, my mind could not blot out this singular thought. My life had forever changed and there would be no going back.
I had been sitting there watching him for what seemed like hours. In fact, it was only minutes. When I woke up in my bed his arm was around me, his cheek against the back of my head. His whispered words, spoken hours before, still hung in the air. "I will always love you". If I had slept at all after that point, I truly don't know.
As the light through the window began to increase, I slipped out of his grasp ever so slowly as to not waken him. From where I then sat, watching him sleeping ever so soundly, he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I never wanted that night to end. Like the perfect beautiful balloon I was given as a young child, I was afraid this too would break. As he stirred I realized that this was the moment, the last moment of perfection.
Now. BF.
I am sitting in a chair across the room. The only sound that matters comes from the bed, his breathing. When I woke up in my bed his arm was around me, his cheek against the back of my head. His whispered words, spoken hours before, still hung in the air. "I love you". My mind can not blot out this singular thought. My life has again changed forever and there will be no going back.
I have been sitting here watching him for hours, and from where I sit, he is so beautiful. As he stirs I realize I am again experiencing perfection. I am terrified.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
I'm just oriented that way
I just don't get the fascination with pussies. Nope. Never did. Now I know lots of guys that like pussies. And some of you just live for that pussy of yours. If someone took that pussy away from you, you would just shrivel up. But honestly I don't see the attraction.
Even Jen has a pussy. She's always stroking the damn thing. I truly love her. She is one of my closest and dearest friends, but, she's got a really ugly pussy.
Some of you will do anything for that pussy. You will buy expensive gifts and food. And what do you get in return? Moods. Most of the time they just want their independence. And after they know they have you hooked, they just lay around and get fat. How's that for a return on investment? Oh sure, they're warm, love to be stroked, and feel like velvet, but did you ever get one all wet? Ugh. A wet pussy. That's just gross.
I, however, have always been fond of what is right now between my legs. I've known ever since I was child that I could always reach down and play with my puppy. I knew that whenever I had no one else to play with, I could go to my room and stroke my puppy for hours. My friends and I used to get together all the time and you can just bet that we were playing with each others puppies.
Now that I am older, those carefree days are delightful memories. These days, I play with my cocker. Yep, always right there between my legs. It's an average size cocker, but oh so beautiful. I take my cocker everywhere. Everyone remarks how beautiful it is and they all want to stroke it, or grab it's balls. It loves that.
I fell in love with my boyfriend partly because he just can't seem to keep his hands off my cocker. And I've always said - love me, love my dog.
Even Jen has a pussy. She's always stroking the damn thing. I truly love her. She is one of my closest and dearest friends, but, she's got a really ugly pussy.
Some of you will do anything for that pussy. You will buy expensive gifts and food. And what do you get in return? Moods. Most of the time they just want their independence. And after they know they have you hooked, they just lay around and get fat. How's that for a return on investment? Oh sure, they're warm, love to be stroked, and feel like velvet, but did you ever get one all wet? Ugh. A wet pussy. That's just gross.
I, however, have always been fond of what is right now between my legs. I've known ever since I was child that I could always reach down and play with my puppy. I knew that whenever I had no one else to play with, I could go to my room and stroke my puppy for hours. My friends and I used to get together all the time and you can just bet that we were playing with each others puppies.
Now that I am older, those carefree days are delightful memories. These days, I play with my cocker. Yep, always right there between my legs. It's an average size cocker, but oh so beautiful. I take my cocker everywhere. Everyone remarks how beautiful it is and they all want to stroke it, or grab it's balls. It loves that.
I fell in love with my boyfriend partly because he just can't seem to keep his hands off my cocker. And I've always said - love me, love my dog.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
City lust
Yes I have it. Great lust for all of you who live in the big city. You leave your homes, get on the train, and go to work.
You have no idea how much fun it is to live in the suburbs where we leave our homes, get in our cars, and get on the expressway to risk life and limb every day. Why is it so dangerous you ask?
I like to call them, the living stupid. The multi-taskers. I apologize to those of you who are one of these people, and I implore you. Stop it. Now.
Just this past week, I have been behind or next to people who have been driving and:
Eating Breakfast.
Talking with their phone on one hand while gesticulating with the other. Neither hand anywhere near the steering wheel.
Reading the newspaper.
Reading a book.
Digging for - well you can figure that out.
Putting on makeup.
And. This one still stuns me. Plucking her eyebrows.
Dear goddess smite these people before they kill someone. But please do it before they get behind the wheel of their car.
You have no idea how much fun it is to live in the suburbs where we leave our homes, get in our cars, and get on the expressway to risk life and limb every day. Why is it so dangerous you ask?
I like to call them, the living stupid. The multi-taskers. I apologize to those of you who are one of these people, and I implore you. Stop it. Now.
Just this past week, I have been behind or next to people who have been driving and:
Eating Breakfast.
Talking with their phone on one hand while gesticulating with the other. Neither hand anywhere near the steering wheel.
Reading the newspaper.
Reading a book.
Digging for - well you can figure that out.
Putting on makeup.
And. This one still stuns me. Plucking her eyebrows.
Dear goddess smite these people before they kill someone. But please do it before they get behind the wheel of their car.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Brooding
Random thoughts today...
Work continues to kick my ass. Luckily finals are over and I can concentrate. Blogger has been a pita too. I posted twice this week by email. Oh, you didn't see those posts? Neither did I. I think I need to make that decision about changing soon.
The wonderful weather we've had has had an evil side effect. No not that, even though I am hornier during the warm months, as you probably already know. Thanks to the delayed spring, lots of torrential rain, followed by warm sun, everything grew and blossomed at once. Which meant dangerously high pollen levels. I haven't had allergy problems for several years, but this year I am existing on mass quantities of antihistamines. So are many many people I know. Ugh. Ever have a hot guy lying on top of you in bed, nuzzling your neck, whispering "oh baby" in your ear, and you had to push him off because you had to blow your nose? Good times.
Work continues to kick my ass. Luckily finals are over and I can concentrate. Blogger has been a pita too. I posted twice this week by email. Oh, you didn't see those posts? Neither did I. I think I need to make that decision about changing soon.
The wonderful weather we've had has had an evil side effect. No not that, even though I am hornier during the warm months, as you probably already know. Thanks to the delayed spring, lots of torrential rain, followed by warm sun, everything grew and blossomed at once. Which meant dangerously high pollen levels. I haven't had allergy problems for several years, but this year I am existing on mass quantities of antihistamines. So are many many people I know. Ugh. Ever have a hot guy lying on top of you in bed, nuzzling your neck, whispering "oh baby" in your ear, and you had to push him off because you had to blow your nose? Good times.
Friday, May 06, 2005
A certain calm
Yes. It's true. Calm has settled around my life again. After a day or two of my contemplating my continued existence within the great Kingdom of the Corporate world, calm has returned again. I worked feverishly to do some rework and have proven that I am good at what I do. Weeks of anticipated sweat, meetings, and late nights have been avoided.
But I am a summer boy. And the continued chill had a lot to do with my general disposition and demeanor this week. I long for long lazy warm summer days at the shore. Days spent soothed by the rhythm of the waves. My brain soothed by the passing of hot tanned boys. Sigh.
All's well in JoeyTown.
But I am a summer boy. And the continued chill had a lot to do with my general disposition and demeanor this week. I long for long lazy warm summer days at the shore. Days spent soothed by the rhythm of the waves. My brain soothed by the passing of hot tanned boys. Sigh.
All's well in JoeyTown.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Ugh
Did you ever have one of those days? No not one of those. I mean - one of Those. A day when the next person that speaks is seriously messing with their continued ability to suck oxygen.
BF decided not to come over last night because I wanted to get an early start on my day today. So. Day starts with crappy weather. Car windows have to be scraped. The commute-that-sucks-out-my-soul becomes a foggy nightmare. Get to work early, but 35 minutes later than I wanted to be there.
Day continues with client meetings. Clients who decided they wanted a new focus. Months of work to be redone. Did I mention no lunch?
Leave work over an hour late and because of it, I am in traffic. That. Does. Not. Move.
Get home. Empty out pockets. Notice that cell phone has been off all day. Power on cell phone. Receive messages. Many messages. Mama Destino called 4 times. Thinks I'm dead. Jewish mothers do not have the market cornered on guilt. Doctor's office called. Could I stop in before the end of the day to have my blood work redone? The results were "a cause for concern, but a second set will allow us to confirm". It's a thyroid people. The levels shift!
BF calls. Asks, "how was your day?". Avoid impulse to hang-up. Or cry. Instead simply say, "Babe, I had a really really bad day". Twenty minutes later he is massaging my back.
It is safe for you to walk the streets again. Mankind is saved by a kind man.
BF decided not to come over last night because I wanted to get an early start on my day today. So. Day starts with crappy weather. Car windows have to be scraped. The commute-that-sucks-out-my-soul becomes a foggy nightmare. Get to work early, but 35 minutes later than I wanted to be there.
Day continues with client meetings. Clients who decided they wanted a new focus. Months of work to be redone. Did I mention no lunch?
Leave work over an hour late and because of it, I am in traffic. That. Does. Not. Move.
Get home. Empty out pockets. Notice that cell phone has been off all day. Power on cell phone. Receive messages. Many messages. Mama Destino called 4 times. Thinks I'm dead. Jewish mothers do not have the market cornered on guilt. Doctor's office called. Could I stop in before the end of the day to have my blood work redone? The results were "a cause for concern, but a second set will allow us to confirm". It's a thyroid people. The levels shift!
BF calls. Asks, "how was your day?". Avoid impulse to hang-up. Or cry. Instead simply say, "Babe, I had a really really bad day". Twenty minutes later he is massaging my back.
It is safe for you to walk the streets again. Mankind is saved by a kind man.
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