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I'm taking a break from staring at Garver, Knoxville and Cook. Eyecandy. Yum. So sinfully delicious.

Actually, I'm online for a coupla reasons. I needed to check my emails, I needed my fill of eyecandy and I had to get out of the house before I go insane. I feel so cooped up already. Sure it was kickass to spend the last few days with the boy, just hanging out, watching movies, lounging about, making out like bandits and various other illicit activities, BUT, I was starting to get all antsy and I didn't want to wait for myself to start bouncing off the walls... so... here I am.

I also need to start scouting for new tattoo designs. I'm itching to get inked again. I'm an ink addict I know, but hey, once you start getting your skin poked and prodded and shredded for the sake of art, it's hard to stop. I told myself I'll stop after my last back piece BUT soon as Jeff was done, I was already thinking of the next one. Oooh that rhymed.

So yeah... the next one will be my last one.... until the next one. Haha. Seriously, I dunno when I'm gonna stop getting inked. Maybe once Garver carves one on me. Maybe then I'll quit. Or maybe not. It all depends.

I really should stop talking about my tats already. It's just that they look so ppurrrdy! I love them so much. Ok... this post is taking way to long to finish. I keep getting sidetracked by Knoxville. Damn him.

By the way...

Things that make you go mmmmmm...

I've been quiet, 'no? I've been mostly just hanging at home, with the boy. Again. Still. I told you we have the weirdest break-up. I'm not complaining though. Actually, it's been nothing but fun. Psychotic tse-tse fly notwithstanding.

It's hard not to be petty and childish sometimes, but Jesus H. Christ... I'm human. I gotta sling some in when I can. So... sling, sling. Done.

Right now, after one ginormous upheaval, I've decided to just chill. I'll start living soon enough. These days, I'm all about plainly existing. I'm letting the world revolve around me.

I got all I need anyway... at the moment... food.air.sexglorioussex. Yum.

I Love Pain

Yesterday I went and had my back tattoo retouched. The boy-slash-ex-slash-bestfriend came with me for moral support and we were approached if we wanted to "model" for a photographer who was compiling tattoo images for his exhibit... Hilarious.

My tattoo was still raw so I was a no go. We're waiting to hear from the guy if he's still interested in the boy.

After getting reacquainted with pain, we had lunch at Subway where he proceeded to decimate a Subway Special (I forgot the exact name) and because I was still slightly nauseated from the retouching, I only had a choco chip cookie. It was fun watching him eat though. Pigging out vicariously... jesus.

Then all three of us, me, the boy and my nauseating backpain went around the mall in search of new duds for the boy. He saw, he bought, he was happy.

We parted ways after that. He went home to romp around with his boys and I went to Kapalua to hang out with a few people.

Got home really late, cleaned off the tattoo, went to sleep.

The Vultures are Circling...

So the boy and I broke up. This is probably the weirdest, most pain-free break-up I've ever had in my life. There's just no bitterness whatsoever and we still see each other, we still talk to each other and... we still have wondrous wondrous sex. Haha.

Actually nothing has changed. Except maybe for the status of the relationship. Which really... is what makes this whole thing weird. I was told in no uncertain terms that I cannot go out with anyone else so I kinda told him the same thing. Well until my birthday at least. Gotta have me some birthday nookie.

Or maybe I gotta haul ass and start looking for a replacement. Damnit. I wish I worked that way. Truth of the matter is, I'm enjoying this... this... weird thing we have going. There's no pressure. There's no responsibility to remain faithful and all that other boyfriend-girlfriend crap.

Although I did tell him that once he starts seeing other women, the nookies with me will stop. I don't operate that way. I still refuse to be the other woman. Or the ex that just won't give up. He's free to date. Free to explore other possibilities. I think I am too. Least, I know I should be. Two way street and all that. I gotta ask him.

Anyway, life is still good. Work is still work. The boy and I will be applying together. And getting an apartment is in the works. With his sister. So I guess we really are great friends. Which for once is truth in advertising.

Things are still up in the air. Whatever's supposed to happen will happen. Right now... I'm just content.

Although, a new toy would work wonders. Oh well.

Oh and... yesterday was the first time we used a toy while having some nooner nookie. Can anyone say multiple orgasms? Yum.