Baby Elephants

May 2, 2011

I've never been to an animal orphanage.
I've never seen elephants up close.

On May 2nd, I got to check off both of these objectives at the same time.

For 1 hour each day, this elephant orphanage opens to the public. You stand around the "play area" and watch elephants eat, play and relax. There are two sessions, in fact. One for the little ones (an ironic statement, because they never really seem small; only in relation each other): 3 to 18 months. And a second session for what I've termed "the teenagers": 18 to 36 months.

When the elephants are 3 years old, they leave this sanctuary for another area.
There, they are placed with a group of older elephants to learn the hierarchy and "ways to elephant."

As an incentive to enter the observatory area, the handlers have milk (more akin to human baby formula; I learned that cow's milk is actually very dangerous to their digestive systems)...and the elephants LOVE their milk!

Rain on the Masi Mara

May 4, 2011

It was our first night at the safari lodge. We were settled in, already having enjoyed 2 game drives. We were full to the brim with new experiences and were ready to fill our bellies silly with the local cuisine.

A rain storm followed us from the open area where the animals walk free to the 5 star resort space; and covered all the air around us with water vapor and gray fog. And the view was covered; and the rain came.

And, we felt like kids.
It was the middle of the week, and instead of being at work, we were half a world away splashing in the puddles on our way to dinner.

the lycan chronicles

I am a vampire.
I mean, if such things existed, that's the kind of immortal I would be.

Unless...of course, a mix-breed existed as in Underworld. If that were the case, then I would most certainly be a hybrid. 

But, anyway...
I have a mixed group of friends: vampires and werewolves among them; and for the most part, living in harmony.

A very dear friend of mine, one that would be listed among the wolves in the group, started a writing project during the summer of 2009. It is scheduled for release starting tomorrow (Wednesday, September 21, 2011); at least the first installment is scheduled for release.

I am very proud of him; and extremely thankful that he has asked me to help edit the content. We are among the different extremes living in peace and working towards a common goal.

Please visit The Lycan Chronicles facebook page for more information; even better, "Like" it. 

bend over, baby

Instead of being a gentleman and pulling out the plug himself (he was, after all, sitting in the chair right beside it), he moved out of the way so that I could do it myself.

"You just want to see me bend over, don't ya?"

He grinned without guilt.

I rolled my eyes and moved towards the outlet. It was located beside the table, almost flush with the floor. I decided to make the most of it. I bent from the waist all the way down so that my hips and ass were exposed, full sight. I pulled my computer's cord easily and straighted up, staring him down as a came up, winding the cord with precision moves.

"I am all of the sudden really hungry," he exclaimed.

"Nice timing," I smirked at him.

"No, wait. That was completely unrelated."

Yeah right, I thought.

love heels all

He walked in and I was pleased as punch to see him, this quiet boy who was quickly becoming one of my favorites. He was sweet and snarky, a lively combo that kept me off-balance just enough to keep me guessing...but in a good kind of way. I was tentative, being back in the game after sitting on the sidelines for so long; and he seemed just the right kind of guy to get me back into the swing of things.

He had been shopping, as evidenced by the bag in his hand and self-satisfied gleam in his eyes.

"I gotcha something; well...a couple of somethings," he said; and pulled out two different lotions from the bag and handed them to me. Surprised, again, at his generosity, which I had already noted was a strong characteristic of this guy, I gave him a full smile.

I couldn't tell you what I had expected, but lotion would have been near the bottom of my list of guesses. Not that I was unhappy, mind you, just taken aback. I don't think a boy has ever gotten me lotion before...
Flowers - yes
Jewelry - yes
Poetry - yes
Lotion - um, yea, a definite no

But, I am an equal opportunity gift receiver.
I appreciate being thought of, especially by a boy that I think so much of, so I enthusiastically sniffed each lotion and said thanks. Sniffing was clearly not enough. We were sitting on the couch and he adjusted his direction so that he was facing my side. He lifted my shirt sleeve, rolled it up a bit and got started with an upper arm massage. He was using the Vanilla Chai Hemp cream and the smell permeated the living room space as we talked about the events of the day. He transitioned to the other arm and I felt like I had won the boyfriend lottery.

When he was done, he grabbed the other, much smaller bottle of lotion. It was an intensive butter-based cream for heels and feet, spiced with a eucalyptus-based scent. He grabbed my legs and positioned my feet in his lap and went to town rubbing and massing my tired footsies.

Now, I have given boyfriends foot massages, but I don't - for the life of me - remember any one of them returning the favor. And it wasn't like I was weirded-out, by any means; just surprised, really surprised; and realizing that his guy was easily in my Top 5 - I mean out of all the boys that I have dated...ever...this guy was definitely in the top five and contending for the number one spot.

My feet are certainly not the prettiest part of my body - take my word for it (though I'm sure you aren't surprised by that comment). But, he didn't seem weirded-out about the job he was doing; it wasn't awkward, just comfortable. And I think that was one of the best parts about being with him: we were comfortable. In spite of the extreme differences of our personalities and backgrounds, we were simply at-ease in each other's presence. We hadn't even really been dating that long, but that didn't seem to matter either. It just felt right, and so I was going with the flow, enjoying his vibe and being really, really happy.

And, my feet were certainly happy as well. They tend to be on the dry side, no matter how much I moisturize. And, he was really getting into it; taking a lot of time with each foot, really massaging in the essential, natural butters. I could almost hear my feet sigh with delighted pleasure.

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Later, in the semi dark as he lifted my legs up high to score a more satisfying position, I couldn't help but notice that my heels rubbed in rhythm against his body.

I chuckled to myself.
Clearly this man had foreseen the need to treat my feet and heels to some TLC.

Score one for the boyfriend, I thought.

In reality, he had banked quite a few points through the evening and was doing a seriously good job of collecting at the moment. I decided then and there that he could buy me lotion anytime.

the whispers, the voices

I hear you.
Don't think that I don't.

Oh, god, I want to.
Don't think that I don't.

But I can't this time. I've got the weight of responsibility on me; and though I would much prefer to listen to you and dance and run....
 ....I've got to submit to the consequences of my decisions.

What kind of person would I be if I forsook the demands that are required of me; that were put in place my my own choices? I'd be a coward...a loser. I can't be that -- even you would be disappointed.

Don't pretend that you wouldn't.

What you like best about me is that I commit full-force...whether it is for work...or play.
I promise that I will play sometime soon. I will set up the game board appropriately soon.

I will. You know that.
And we will create a lustful agenda of dastardly deeds.

a gold star among stars

"You," she said breathlessly with a little bit of a shiver, "get a Gold Star. No one has ever done this with me before."

"Really?" He asked with a touch of surprise in his voice.

She couldn't see his face - it was dark outside, after all. And she really needed to see it to know for sure whether he was in earnest or just kidding.

"Really," she answered firmly. She may be that kind of girl with him, but that didn't mean he could assume that she was that way with everyone. He was special to her; incredibly so. Didn't the idiot understand that?!

"Huh. Cool. You cold?"

He reached over and grabbed her in a possessively-affectionate way, settling her body close to his, almost on top of his. He threw the extra blanket around them, making sure she was as covered as possible.

She noticed; and her heart, trying to be guarded, melted on the spot. She gave in and snuggled-in close to him. Sharing body heat was going to be very important for the next few minutes.

They shared a contented sigh as they looked up at the dazzling starry night.

licking the...

eating fresh-made applesauce and exploring the web...
letting my mind wander and free-associate....
a daydream just before bed, if you will....

not thinking, sort of thinking, definitely thinking...

...and I came to with the spoon in my mouth...
part in...part out - again and again - in, out, in...

I wish you were here for this...
you wish you were here for this...

hmmm, I'm hungry

You hear about those female insects who eat their males after they've fucked themselves silly - Black Widows, for example. The female Praying Mantis does the same.

[By the way, there's a killer YouTube video showing you just that -- view at your own mental risk.]

And, previously, my response has been, "eww, gross" (cause, it kinda is...); or "that's a shame, who is she gonna get with now?" -- some other unsuspecting male in need of copulation, no doubt....

But, now. I understand.
I am not trying to scare you. I promise.

But, I'd eat you.
You're delicious.

(toothy grin)

Mountain-Zen

I had the lovely opportunity to experience mountain-zen this weekend.

I was expecting the fresh air. I was expecting the sweet-mountain water smell. I was hoping for a clear sky full of dazzling stars.

I knew that I would find a lot of quiet time to reflect; and to write. I knew that the greenness of the nature around me would seep into my soul and encourage self-growth.

What completely took me off guard was the laden apple tree in the front yard just off the deck. I didn't realize that such a wealth of nature's goodness would be right there saying: grab and eat. Hmmm...

And, so, I went apple picking this weekend. Completely unexpected and absolutely delightful. Among the 3 of us, we picked enough to fill 4 bags full and the tree is still full of apples...that may be ready in a week or two for more picking.

The apples are tart and crisp. Perfect for baking.
I've already started. I couldn't help myself. I had nature's treasure in my kitchen and it called to me for engagement and discovery.

I learned how to make applesauce tonight; and then manipulated a muffin recipe in order to make use of the applesauce. Wow. I am awed and grateful for this experience.

Damn you, Time!

Time, if a persona, suffers from multiple personality disorder.

And, in a particular case of such that I have suffered this evening - Time is a snarky, mischievous Puck, who dangles opportunities found and lost at the most inopportune moments.

How is it that something I've always wanted is offered, freely and enthusiastically - now - when my heart is closed for repair and mending?

Damn you, Time!
I'm subject to your placement of events and I will most certainly rant over the dastardly nuances of your personality that flash, piercingly at times.

But know this: you cannot touch my attitude of long suffering and perseverance as I travel through these obstacles that you've placed in front of me. I will triumph and sail through the experiences collecting life-points as I go.

Discovery is Here

I took Rand to one of my favorite spots recently. Well, it was one of my favorite spots...20 years ago. It seems like just yesterday. But as I surveyed the new growth, the trees and shrubs, I realized that a significant amount of time has indeed passed.

Not that I haven't noticed my birthdays coming and going - it was just a different kind of reminder that time has passed. I have grown, like these trees. I am different, just as this spot (with all its growth and development) has changed. There is new life all around, just as there is a new life with me this time. Life created from life, that will grow and sprout in its own way.

I sat on one of my favorite rocks from so long ago and marked how changed a spot can be - how time can make the exact same place look so different; can add features and fullness. I breathed in my memory of times past and my respect for new growth as the sun warmed the grass.

I savored the delight of my son as he discovered newness around him. His timidity wore off as his curiosity got the better of him - very much like someone else I know. I heard him splash in the water, saw him look for rocks to throw. I saw the light in his eyes grow. I heard his heart beating faster. I felt his mind learning.

And in the process, I learned.
Discovery is here. Around the bend. In familiar spots. In the hearts and minds of the people we love. In the appreciation for how things grow and change. In the honor and respect of times gone, memories savored.

In an innocent moment of passing down traditions discovery is found and treasured.

When the Id is Mad

Let's be honest. When isn't she mad?

Mad with anger
Madly in love
Half-crazed with madness

Take your pick.

She rages like a fuckin' volcano -- all the time. She knows no rest, no reason. She breathes passion and zeal. She chews the faint-of-heart and spits them out, not having the patience to encourage them to the higher road.

And lest she be branded a hypocrite, she deals herself the highest level of expectations and is quick to admit that after a review, she is left wanting more from herself.

Her madness is the raw energy from which she feeds...
And, she is always hungry; gluttonous for the filled-feeling of life, of everything at once, of nothing holding her back.

She lives in her madness, she wades though it; it keeps her warm at night and hot-flashed throughout the day.

The madness makes her wild and unknowable, unfathomable. Its intensity courses through her veins; and she often, from just being, exhausts her friends, her partners, her lovers.

And, when the madness is happy, there is no hope for humankind. Mere mortals, sadly, have no clue and can only stop blank-eyed and open-mouthed when the madness whispers the tantalizing dream of joy in the hope-seat of their soul.

Sunset in Virgina

I try to bravely face the end of life-chapters as they come. I'm not always great at it, but I am at least aware that a "grin and bear it" attitude will carry me through it easier than kicking and screaming at each modulation of the change. The end of something can often cause sadness, even fear, to well up within me; and I'm challenged to make a direct choice on how I will move beyond it.

There have been a handful of chapter-ends in my life this year; some that I anticipated with hopeful expectation and some that I only-just survived. I appreciate the opportunity to be challenged, to be forced to accept an end.

However graceful (or not) I chose to live through them, ends come. It's inevitable. An unchanging fact about how change impacts us. Ends are a poignant experience within a complete circle-cycle, because they end with a start: start, middle, end...start again.

That is what I think is the most compelling reason to bear through the particularly difficult ends, the ones that scare me the most or make me cry - it's the knowing that a start will begin. There's often no telling what the start will be (or what part of life it will affect); and it is interesting to note that how we handle the end can impact our new start....for good (hopefully) or for bad (regrettably).

I believe that we have the power to directly influence our lives through attitude and outlook. I, for one, don't really want to prolong any sadness in my life (or fear, for that matter). I accept, stoically, that sadness will come to me through any portion of the circle-cycle; but if it hits me at the end, I have the opportunity to positively affect my up-coming start by how I chose to honor the sadness and/or fear.

All experiences offer a lesson, if we are proactive enough participants in our own lives to learn and grow.

I took this picture on a trip to Virgina, a foreshadow of an end-coming in my life. But I am breath-taken at how lovely this end is and how the beauty of it speaks to my soul. I think of how many sunsets (the end of the day-cycle) speak to me with their loveliness. And that's the kind of reputation I'd like to carry: someone who handles the end of a circle-cycle with so much grace and beauty that others are left awed.

if you are ready to settle, move on please

Please, please - don't look at me and think that I might be the type of girl that you'd like to settle down with...

(ugh, I just threw up in my mouth a little)

Look, it's not that I blame you for having the idea...

You're a man who's come to a point in his life where you're ready to find a nice girl, marry her, buy a house, make some babies and raise them. You've partied hard. You've achieved professional success. You've been in the ocean and checked out the fish.

Your biological clock is ticking...is getting louder....
You're feeling societal pressure to join the evolutionary trail, the process by which the species continues to thrive. A little closer to home, your parents (ok, your mom) keeps hinting how nice it would be to have some grandchildren to coddle.

You're looking around...and you see me: a pretty single mom engaged in a successful career with minimal drama, who is fairly pleasant and easy to get along with. Not a bad deal, you think. The existing kid serves to provide picture-perfect family in no time flat, giving your mom instant grandmahood status and relieving the tick-tock pressure in your mind.

Don't take this the wrong way; and don't think that I don't appreciate your attention. But, save us both some trouble and just keep looking.
I'm not a good idea if you're concerned with achieving the status quo for adult life, if you're waiting to enjoy that contented sigh of finally settling down.

Don't get me wrong. I enjoy contented sighs from time to time:
After a tickle-fest session with the kid...
After a day of rock crawling through muddy trails...
After a night of dancing and rocking-out to live music...
After a long morning of orgasmic-sex...

But, if you'll notice, my contented sighs aren't associated in the slightest with the idea of settling...Instead, they are associated with thrill and passion...with heat and sweat and lust.

I'm the type of girl that still plans on sowing wild oats, plenty of them....with the right kind of guy.

The kind of guy that isn't ready to settle; who'll never be ready to settle.

June 2011 Beach Trip

Not much beats the delighted reply from my child, "Really, Mommy? We are going to the beach?!"

Unless, of course, it is the salt-smell that slowly starts to permeate the air as you get closer to the coast. Or the first-glimpse of the ocean on the horizon as you drive past public beach access spots. Or the heat and grit from the sand on the parking lot pavement that immediately finds its way between your toes.

I knew that this year would be different, but I wasn't sure what exactly to expect. And so, I prepared the opportunity for him, hoped he would engage and stepped back to watch the play unfold.

And these are the things I noticed:

He was bigger and a little more confident in his ability to face the ocean waves. He didn't really need his mommy to play, only a board so that he could learn the surf and how it plays on the wet sand. He reached out to other children as they dug deep and built high, realizing (without realizing) that the beach often levels the playing field.

And, it is these things, these advancements in his development that make adventures with my kid so much fun for me.

Flirt

Oh, you are such a flirt. I wouldn't have pegged that in the beginning...or in the middle for that matter. It took getting all the way here, to the end and after it, to realize that you are a natural born playa.

I am not too upset, because it was nice (very nice) to be played by you. You were so gentle and sincere...almost like you were coming-to with me. As if you've been under, and just needed to wake up. I was more than happy to help.

And now that you are up and ready to go, I'm sad that I'm not your choice anymore. I would have enjoyed sowing wild oats with you, instead of watching from the cheering section.

Let me also say, I appreciate your periodic attention; thanks for throwing me a bone from time to time. It's kinda like an award certificate I get to post up and read, "In appreciation for your dedicated service..."

So, feel free to flirt with me all you like. I'll protect my heart and remind it that there's no chance. I can't get enough of the "look" in your eyes when your attention's on me. And honestly, my heart loves the associated flip-flop, so it'll be brave and act tough.

The Next Morning

"I don't really do awkward morning afters," I told him as we spooned in his super-soft (I was definitely going to have a sore back kind of soft) bed.

"Do you think this is awkward?" There was a touch of insult, maybe concern in his voice.

"No. Not at all. I'm just saying so you know what to expect from me."

The fact that he held me a little tighter was unmistakable; neither was his contented sigh as he did so. I really wanted to say that I had never had a "morning after" to speak of, and so my declaration was really a newly established self-proclamation as well. But he didn't need to know that. And it would lead into one of those drab, stereotypical conversations where the girl goes - in a high pitched voice with doe eyes - "I've never done anything like this before!" I was not interested in going there; or devaluing what I had chosen with a bunch of blah-blah talk.

We continued to lay there, happily drowsy and still-spent from the night before; and definitely ignoring the fact that it was a Tuesday morning. I was delighting in the fact that he could balance such a voracious sexual appetite with the ability to cuddle. He held me in the I-love-to-be-near-you way of things and my heart was lapping it up, knowing that it had an expiration date.

Out of nowhere he goes, "Hey! You were wearing pretty panties last night!"

"My mom told me to always wear pretty undies to a birthday party," I giggled. I could feel his mind waking up as he continued to think aloud. His deep voice betrayed a dawning. And I could tell that it bothered him a little that he was behind on the take, but he didn't seem upset about it. I'd say that he was amused by an unexpected and happy surprise.

"Those were very pretty undies."

"Yes, they were. Thanks for noticing. I wasn't sure that you had a chance before you flung them across the room."

A deep, extremely contented chuckle answered me.

"And you packed an overnight bag."

"I did."

"How much of this do you plan? Some of it? All of it?" His tone was incredulous. As if, in the year we had known each other, he would never have believed such a thing possible from me. To his credit, not a lot of people would have. I don't really have that kind of reputation. Remember: I don't have morning afters to speak of, right?

I played it off. I knew that he wasn't angry. I knew that we'd chose the same thing again (and again; and again).

"Now, why the hell would I tell you?"

I answered back in my best sexy-snarky, "morning after" voice. He nipped the back of my neck and drew my body closer to his. I twisted so that I could face him and look into his happy eyes. I'd let him think whatever he'd like to keep that imagination juice flowing. I was okay with that. The truth is I hadn't planned anything. I had thought through different scenarios and prepared for different outcomes; but I couldn't have planned this. I had only hoped for it.

you were/are angry

It dawns on me now that you were angry with me - if I had known, I would have made it right - I would have cleared up any questions.

Will a sincere, "I was draft. Please forgive me for not knowing myself better and hurting your feelings," do anything to mend the misunderstanding at this point?

(Oh, wait. That would force you to acknowledge that you have feelings that can be hurt. And, without it being my intention, you're angry again. But at least this time, it isn't because I don't know what I want.)

heart to heart

She comes to my doorstep late in the night. I've had no forewarning to her presence. She comes through my door and proceeds to rip her heart from her chest and hand it out to me. I take it - carefully - and survey the red, bloody, fleshiness of it; the tale-tell throbbing of a vibrant, passionate soul.

I do the same - the gaping hole in my chest doesn't hurt in this kind of situation. I know what we are about. We so rarely have this time to review and comment on the changes - this mark here, that smudge there -- add a little spit shine to this area and elbow grease too. Is that shade a little darker; or redder?

And then, abruptly, it is done. Hearts are returned to chest cavities - manhandled, but better (in this case) for the wear. A hug and she's gone.

This is the oldest and dearest of my soul mates; and still, somehow, we make time for a heart to heart.

This is Just To Say - Six

This Is Just to Say -

I open my eyes
just a bit
wider
when we talk

Because I know
you drink in
the innocence,
so doe-like

Forgive me
I can't help
but be amused
as you are mesmerized
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In ...and the party begins, I was challenged to create my own variations of WCW's "This is Just to Say" --- one of many, I assume, that will come to fruition.

This is Just To Say - Five

This Is Just to Say -

I've advised her
to think
twice about
your interest

Since you decided
unwisely
to share it
with us, not her

In the end
I am saving you
Both much pain
and misunderstanding
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In ...and the party begins, I was challenged to create my own variations of WCW's "This is Just to Say" --- one of many, I assume, that will come to fruition.

This is Just To Say - Four

This is just to say-

I have danced
with your
boyfriend
in the dark

and have shared
with him
many a grin
in confidence

Don't blame me
I am close
And you
So far away

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In ...and the party begins, I was challenged to create my own variations of WCW's "This is Just to Say" --- one of many, I assume, that will come to fruition.

get ready to commit

And so, Kenya is about to become a reality. As my dear friend always says, "I am not committed until I've handed over the money."

I've received the credit card authorization form for payment on the return flight - RDU to London to Nairobi and back via the same path. All I have to do it fill it out and send it back...and viola! I am booked for a trip to Kenya! I can't wait!

Next up, scheduling a visit at a local travel clinic to get my shots and meds to make sure that I don't get sick while I am there.

This is Just To Say - Three

This is just to say -

PART 1

I lay my plans
in the best
of ways

despite the
saying
that they'll
"oft go awry"

I can't help it
the anticipation
is sweet
and so painful

PART 2

I often play
it cool
when we talk

I have to
since you are cold
and protected
by your wall

Forgive me
Your ability
to ignore me
chills my blood

PART 3

I bury myself
in your neck
my arms around
your shoulders

With the hopes
that you'll
understand
this time

Fuck it
It dawns on me
and I know
we're doomed
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In ...and the party begins, I was challenged to create my own variations of WCW's "This is Just to Say" --- one of many, I assume, that will come to fruition.

on top of Graham, NC

I try to live an adventurous life, but let's be real. There's not a lot of full-out adventure to be had in Graham, NC. I love calling it home, but for the most part, I have to find adventure in other places.

But, not this time.
I had the opportunity to walk through of the coolest, historic buildings in downtown Graham...and climb up to the roof. The roof had 2 levels; and I took the higher road -- I mean, really?! When am I ever going to get the chance to do this again?!

To be sure, I was a little nervous; but I didn't want to miss out on this random Wednesday afternoon adventure! It was worth it - I know that I've never seen Graham with that perspective and will always consider it a little differently now.

don't just stand there, do something

I am not so much interested in your acquiescence - I like objection, I like wrestling. It keeps things...interesting. I like, even better, your initiation. So, feel free to throw me a bone. I prefer mine juicy, if you must know.

This is Just To Say - Two

This is just to say-

I want you
more than
you realize,
I think

but then
you probably
are more aware
than I know

Forgive me
I am thoughtful
and maybe
too much so

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In ...and the party begins, I was challenged to create my own variations of WCW's "This is Just to Say" --- one of many, I assume, that will come to fruition.

Tonight's Fortune

Your present plans are going to succeed (in bed).

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That was my fortune tonight during dinner and I think I full-out blushed. Because in that moment, I thought about how great it would be to succeed in bed with you - and I lost my train of thought. Oh, well. It happens.

This is Just To Say - One

This is Just to Say

I have bitten
into his neck
a thousand times
in my dreams

which would
probably upset you
seeing the "he"
is you

Don't worry
There was no blood
Only sweat, spit
And lust

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In ...and the party begins, I was challenged to create my own variations of WCW's "This is Just to Say" --- one of many, I assume, that will come to fruition.

um, now please

Sometimes, someone just says it better than I can -



This is brought to you by the creative genius of xkcd.com -- to see this comic strip in its entirety, please visit: Consecutive Vowels

To be wowed by the general awesomeness, scroll through all the comics; I'm telling you....a genius!

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This is also brought to you, because I couldn't have said it any better myself....and wish that I could bring myself to say it.

What am I going to do with you?

Please, please give me some insight. I'd really like to know what's on your mind. Thank God I have an insider or else I wouldn't know as much as I do. I just want to grab you and shout, "What the fuck are you thinking?" and only after then will I take the time to kiss you madly. And from there....well, I am sure that your imagination works as well as mine does...

There are so many other things I'd like to shout at you right now, but I think I just got stuck thinking about how long our first kiss would last and how I will try like hell to take your breath away....and succeed.

And, just like that, we've had our first fight; but more importantly, our first make-up session.

Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did ;)