I am happy to say that I have barely thought about you. Besides rereading my rant from last night, the thought of you has barely occurred. I guess my chosen form of therapy when it comes to you is beneficial. Especially when no one, including you, gets to read them.

I have been on the hunt for purple lingerie for weeks, if not months. I have searched high and low on the internet, in shops and in catalogs. I have yet to find anything that fits the description I am after ( Read more... )

The moon was shining on the lake at night ( Read more... )

I miss hanging out with you. I miss how your scent lingered on my pillow. I miss the way your lips feel when they are caressing my body. I miss it when you call me "women" or "buttercup ( Read more... )

I don't think I can keep doing this. The charade of "friends just having fun" is beginning to wear on me. Friends... good... more than friends... not as good as one would think. There are reasons behind my cowardliness. Reasons I would prefer not to have to delve into ( Read more... )

Livejournal is so theraputic.

I don't know where I crossed the line ( Read more... )

Live-journal was once thought of as a dead technology. At least between my friends. Considering how abused Myspace and facebook have become, I have decided that I am going to return to my old stand by and use Live-journal as my preferred blog spot. Since none of my subscribers really go on Live-journal anymore, I figure I can vent and say what I ( Read more... )

I have this sinking feeling that I did or said something to disrupt a friendship. I could be blowing the situation way out of proportion, but considering the I was nearly inseparable with this friend up until lately makes me think that my assumptions could be correct ( Read more... )

Does anyone still go on here anymore?