Last night
querrelle and I had a grand time. We puttered (he studies, I packed), we ate the gorgeous curry lamb he cooked for us, we fooked like dawgs, devoured each other like pigs, and snuggled like lambs. And talked about how this 3 weeks apart is so different than our other separations. Because the uncertainty about what follows isn't there. And how we know each other that much more, that much better.
But not seeing with him nearly 3 weeks will bite the big one. Ditto for not sleeping together.
But I'm on an adventure! A full day being led around Bangkok by my nose (otherwise I'd sleep in and watch BBC), then 4 days in Istanbul to watch Eurovision (btw the SBS coverage sux big wax this year. Arseholes). Then time with my peeps in Vancouver, my family in NY.
A pretty fookin' awesome life, even with the Max gap.
Wah! I mean Yay! No, Yah! No, Way!
But not seeing with him nearly 3 weeks will bite the big one. Ditto for not sleeping together.
But I'm on an adventure! A full day being led around Bangkok by my nose (otherwise I'd sleep in and watch BBC), then 4 days in Istanbul to watch Eurovision (btw the SBS coverage sux big wax this year. Arseholes). Then time with my peeps in Vancouver, my family in NY.
A pretty fookin' awesome life, even with the Max gap.
Wah! I mean Yay! No, Yah! No, Way!