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How much do you lurve me? Just asking. And since you love them so much, I present on behalf of my shattered psyche, a list:
1) Is it possible to have knowledge overload? Because I think I might. Someone said predicament today and I giggled...you know, thinking they meant something that so is not what that word means.
2) Got approximately one hour of sleep last night. I'm not sure whether it's the 3 cups of coffee and four glasses of iced tea I drank before bed, or if maybe I'm just nervous about finals. Either way, t'wasn't fun. hee - that looks funny, "t'wasn't" (see number 1)
3) I? Am getting sick. I can feel it coming. Which means that I get to personally dismember Grace because I told her not to breath her sickness on me, which she did anyway. So yay for dismemberment.
4) Had a total diva moment today. It involved pointy shoes and someone's head - no more needs to be said; at least that's what my attorney tells me.
5) That $150 library video that's being fined to me? The new librarian, henceforth nown as Linus the Grownup Clone, or LGC for short, is an idiot. He lost it. What's more, he claims there's no way to track books. Hrmm...isn't that what that red light scanny thing does? Cuz if not, that's a highly sophisticated piece of playschool technology. LGC shall one day kick the bucket as, in turn, I shall kick him. In his eyeball. With a pointy shoe. That has poodle poo on it. Woops, sorry counselor (see number 4).
6) Augustana College can eat me. They started it.
7) I was voted sexiest office boi at work today. Nevermind that the vote consisted of yours truly and one stuffed bunny. Thumper, as he's better known, got frisky. Fortunately, Flower stepped in and the two of them scampered off to play in the thicket. *ahem* (again, see number 1)
8) One of our dogs at home fell off a hill and got stuck in some mud. Mind you, he didn't fall off a cliff or anything. Witnesses report that he peered over the dirt side of the ravine, and apparently he was top-heavy because poor little Moscar, who shall henceforth be called Mudball, toppled over with a yelp and a cartwheel.
9) 57 days until I turn 21. I'm excited, aren't you?
10) Um...poo?
In conclusion, I feel like crap. I have a few hours left of studying ahead of me, followed by multiple exams (no, not orgasms, exams) tomorrow. I want a lolly, a bottle of Skyy, and some S/X goodness. *puppy eyes* Anyone, anyone? Schmoopy spander? Anyone, anyone? Beuller?
(see number 1)
1) Is it possible to have knowledge overload? Because I think I might. Someone said predicament today and I giggled...you know, thinking they meant something that so is not what that word means.
2) Got approximately one hour of sleep last night. I'm not sure whether it's the 3 cups of coffee and four glasses of iced tea I drank before bed, or if maybe I'm just nervous about finals. Either way, t'wasn't fun. hee - that looks funny, "t'wasn't" (see number 1)
3) I? Am getting sick. I can feel it coming. Which means that I get to personally dismember Grace because I told her not to breath her sickness on me, which she did anyway. So yay for dismemberment.
4) Had a total diva moment today. It involved pointy shoes and someone's head - no more needs to be said; at least that's what my attorney tells me.
5) That $150 library video that's being fined to me? The new librarian, henceforth nown as Linus the Grownup Clone, or LGC for short, is an idiot. He lost it. What's more, he claims there's no way to track books. Hrmm...isn't that what that red light scanny thing does? Cuz if not, that's a highly sophisticated piece of playschool technology. LGC shall one day kick the bucket as, in turn, I shall kick him. In his eyeball. With a pointy shoe. That has poodle poo on it. Woops, sorry counselor (see number 4).
6) Augustana College can eat me. They started it.
7) I was voted sexiest office boi at work today. Nevermind that the vote consisted of yours truly and one stuffed bunny. Thumper, as he's better known, got frisky. Fortunately, Flower stepped in and the two of them scampered off to play in the thicket. *ahem* (again, see number 1)
8) One of our dogs at home fell off a hill and got stuck in some mud. Mind you, he didn't fall off a cliff or anything. Witnesses report that he peered over the dirt side of the ravine, and apparently he was top-heavy because poor little Moscar, who shall henceforth be called Mudball, toppled over with a yelp and a cartwheel.
9) 57 days until I turn 21. I'm excited, aren't you?
10) Um...poo?
In conclusion, I feel like crap. I have a few hours left of studying ahead of me, followed by multiple exams (no, not orgasms, exams) tomorrow. I want a lolly, a bottle of Skyy, and some S/X goodness. *puppy eyes* Anyone, anyone? Schmoopy spander? Anyone, anyone? Beuller?
(see number 1)
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The heavy drapes had fallen off the window, but no matter- the sun wouldn't pierce the southwest-facing window until the approach of sunset. The moon shone through the uncovered window, bathing the two bodies on the bed in her soft glow. They were a study in contrasts, the entwined figures, polar opposites, each other's negative. Even their lives were antithetical, with both men guilty of killing the other's kind, in the past and in the future. But their physical opposition was never more apparent than when they lay together. Silky raven waves fell across gel-stiffened platinum spikes as the taller, broader man cradled the shorter, slenderer man to his chest. A golden bronze muscled chest heaved gently against a pale chest containing lungs that had been silent for over a century. Strong, thick, work-roughened fingers were intertwined with soft, almost delicate pale hands. Had their eyes been open, one would see more contrast: dark mahogany gazing into deep indigo.
Yet in their eyes also lay their only similarity: love. Love shining in their own eyes and reflected back by their partner. Even to outsiders, the look was unmistakable. Cries in protestation of their relationship from well-meaning friends and family had slammed to a halt at a brief glimpse of the look they shared.
It wasn't easy by any stretch of the imagination, not any of it. Their waking hours were often overflowing with conflict and strife. But the daily struggles of two contrasting existences bound only by affection were all worth it. Worth it if only for quiet moments like this, wrapped in each other, needing nothing more than to be together, each man resting peacefully in the knowledge that he would wake up to his lover's face. And he would see that heart-stopping (or heart-starting as the case may be) reflection of love in his soulmate's eyes. Well, as long as Spike got up before sunset, anyway.
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Thank you, phantom slasher *g*