Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

A terrible plight has fallen upon me.
I have run out of my beloved cerrano ham...

And I have no friggin time to myself.

I'm getting hijacked tomorrow too.

Party party party
go go go

... I think I've had 6 hours to myself where I wasn't sleeping or taking care of something in the last 2 weeks.

...
yeah that's pissing me off.

Still.

Anyhow... I've stripped the Gouf.
I want to prime.
Parts are treed.
... except the SUPER tiny waist and face hoses.

I have no idea where I can grip those things and paint them.

I'm kinda nervous about that part of the process....
I may just wind up digging them into a lil dob of putty and going from there
so delicate.

uuh...

I dunno, lets move on to the interesting part

I had a dream last night between 4 and 6 this morning where me and Christian were having a pretty realistic sexual encounter in my bed.

Even had the right bed clothes on and it was the right lighting for dusk/mid afternoon.

T'was a good dream.

I undressed her bit by bit
she smiled not-so shyly as I gave her instructions

and

~ah~

what my imagination has worked out about her body was very nice.

It was so... accurate.
Not fantastical just a pretty girl in my bed.
No one was statuesque or perfect

I even remember how her neck smelled when I leaned in to kiss her.

I got around to kissing my favorite parts, and having her hand around the back of my neck looking me sweetly in the eyes.

Then I woke up again.

I'm guessing that's what I want, and what my mind would've really expected had things... if she had basically been the person I was hoping she was.

She's still a beautiful, funny, intellegent, caring, girl...

I still don't go to church enough.

*s
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If only that could be my life.

I'm starting to think it'll fall off before I get any again.