Hooboy.

I have to get out of this country. Like, now. Or just some place he won't be able to bother me. Anywhere.

This is the shortest rant ever.

Erica, happy birthday sweetie! I love you!

The Taste of Crow

So... how does it feel to swallow everything you've ever said about him? You are unbelievable! Psychotic does not even begin to describe you. And to think I was beginning to admire your willpower. Only to find out that you didn't mean a single thing you said.

It was all just a game to you, wasn't it? Just a means to an end. Such deceit, such hypocrisy and all for a good-for-nothing dillhole whose only real talent is lying. Well, I guess you two really are made for each other. Enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy the burden of always looking behind you to see who's out to get you.

If you think for a second that he's changed and that this time there will be no more lies then I guess stupid is as stupid does. Clearly, I've misjudged you. Never again.

Euphemisms, anyone?

rich: if everything you put between your lips and held was classified as being smoked...
rich: you've smoked a few ...
me: wanna come over and get smoked?

Who, me? Deprived?

Posted in livejournal. Seemed apt.

Her hands sparkle like alabaster against his dark skin. Glistening sweat stream down their bodies, vanishing like vapor. Her red lips explore him, guttural moans escaping from deep within his body. Trembling with need, he starts devouring her skin, biting softly, licking, subtly sucking. Gasps of undisguised pleasure; sly smiles, skillful fingers.

With infinite care he lays her down on the canopied bed. Her red hair spread like wildfire behind her. Her skin glistening with sweat, juices, desire. His body taut, delirious, wanting. With one primal thrust he takes her, their rhythms exact and lyrical. Their journey ending in a blaze of blinding light and delicious tremors.

Was I Asleep?

Uhm... apparently, I'm married now. I should really pay attention to what's going on around me.