Home. Exhausted. Covered in thick black pirate-y makeup, and surrounded by a pile of corsetry and dress & giant gold hoop earrings that have been shed without any care or consequence because fuck, I just need to take a deep breath, and why do I lace up my corset so damn tight? Oh right, because I get CLEAVAGE with that corset, and that NEVER happens. Tonight, I got my first four motorboats. I should have mentioned YEARS ago that I’d never been properly motorboated…
Going to bed now, will write some sort of a proper “omg, awesome!” post later.
But for the meantime… am possibly luckiest girl in the world, and love Nick so much it kinda gives me the shivers. (Shiver me timbers!)
My mother asked me last week sometime… “Is it serious?”
I sort of ducked the question, because … well, it’s hard to explain to her without being mocked horribly. But yeah, I’d say it’s serious. I’m having a small case of “I could see this lasting the rest of my life” sort of thing. That doesn’t mean it will, god knows we’ll probably be sick of each other soon enough, but … I could see it. I love having him as a part of my life, and it’s both totally thrilling and scary as fucking hell.
I’m in for the ride of my life, and I’m loving every second of it.
*I* had dreams last night that I was at Sin City, only it was much more elaborate than I remembered. The dungeons, was *told*, had been rebuilt with a massive anonymous grant, and *you* could sit in these fancy galleries and watch the action while sipping martinis that were brought to you by wenches. It was *so* very… civilized.
Unfortunately I was just an on-looker in the dream. It wasn’t one of THOSE dreams. Dang.
Anyways, I look forward to hearing more about it, whether in private or public.
Oh, and as of the last comment…. yes, I’m done now. *grin*
Yay for you guys.
I think I need some wenches.
(And your “I told you so’s” can go rot, woman. hah.)