randomness
first...
"you really like this chase thing, dont you?" he asks me.
"huh? what do you mean?" i ask pushing his hand away from my hair and moving my head to avoid his kiss.
"you...like...chasing...and being...chased...dont you?" he talks slowly, as if i dont understand words spoken at regular tempo.
"uh...no...i just wonder why you want to kiss me and play with my hair." i grab his hand and hold it in mine while i hold his face with the other.
well, maybe i do like the chase... a little. but it gets tiring after awhile. sometimes, you just have to be caught...or you just have to know when to give up.
second...
i have really good friends. i have really good family, too. people who care about me and matt. while they all have their own dysfunctions (and lets face it...who doesnt?), they are good people, and i am lucky to have them. and even though things ended with the irish, matt and i were lucky to have him in our lives. he taught us many things, lessons we still carry in our hearts until today.
third...
i struggle to give up diet coke. i can do it for weeks at a time, but there are times when i must have a drink of it. and i acquiesce to a can or two. and the first gulp is like tasting heaven. but the next sips do not taste as well, and i remember why i gave it up in the first place.
this is how i am with sex since i gave it up for my celibacy. the first kiss is wondeful. the first orgasm is mind-blowing. but realizing that i want to make love and not have sex reminds me of why i took the vow in the first place.
fourth...
i love the gym. i hate the gym. i love the adrenaline rush. i hate the soreness. when i dont go for awhile (this time it was 2 weeks), i have to push myself to drive there, hunt for a parking spot, and drag my ass inside. as the familiar scent of the gym hits my nose, i know that i belong there. and although it is a love/hate relationship, i am addicted to it. it is a part of me, and it has saved my life in more ways i can count.
fifth...
i pray that my family have peace, success, love, and happiness. there are some of us in need of some divine intervention, and i hope that their own personal petitions are answered and that they find their way in this world.
first...
"you really like this chase thing, dont you?" he asks me.
"huh? what do you mean?" i ask pushing his hand away from my hair and moving my head to avoid his kiss.
"you...like...chasing...and being...chased...dont you?" he talks slowly, as if i dont understand words spoken at regular tempo.
"uh...no...i just wonder why you want to kiss me and play with my hair." i grab his hand and hold it in mine while i hold his face with the other.
well, maybe i do like the chase... a little. but it gets tiring after awhile. sometimes, you just have to be caught...or you just have to know when to give up.
second...
i have really good friends. i have really good family, too. people who care about me and matt. while they all have their own dysfunctions (and lets face it...who doesnt?), they are good people, and i am lucky to have them. and even though things ended with the irish, matt and i were lucky to have him in our lives. he taught us many things, lessons we still carry in our hearts until today.
third...
i struggle to give up diet coke. i can do it for weeks at a time, but there are times when i must have a drink of it. and i acquiesce to a can or two. and the first gulp is like tasting heaven. but the next sips do not taste as well, and i remember why i gave it up in the first place.
this is how i am with sex since i gave it up for my celibacy. the first kiss is wondeful. the first orgasm is mind-blowing. but realizing that i want to make love and not have sex reminds me of why i took the vow in the first place.
fourth...
i love the gym. i hate the gym. i love the adrenaline rush. i hate the soreness. when i dont go for awhile (this time it was 2 weeks), i have to push myself to drive there, hunt for a parking spot, and drag my ass inside. as the familiar scent of the gym hits my nose, i know that i belong there. and although it is a love/hate relationship, i am addicted to it. it is a part of me, and it has saved my life in more ways i can count.
fifth...
i pray that my family have peace, success, love, and happiness. there are some of us in need of some divine intervention, and i hope that their own personal petitions are answered and that they find their way in this world.

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