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One of your best. Replacing blanks with hypens gives us fieryjen's longed-for desire, and for you, an entry in Ripley's for the longest word. :)

Thanks for the comment. That actually wasn't the way I was planning to go when I started but my fingers weren't listening and my brain was working on something else. Story of my life.:D
 
So when I tell her how beautiful she is,
when I tell her how much I love her...

Smile offered in lieu of words,
as if there were words to describe
what runs through my mind.
She chides me sometimes,
"You are the man with all the fancy talk,
the man with all the answers,
you say almost nothing."
Well have I fooled her.
I have no answer
except
I know there is no way
to say
what passes through my mind.
How does one describe
sharp ache of desire,
harsh intake of breath,
shaking hands
that long to pull her close
and expose
a primal need
uttered as sound
without words?

*swoons in awe*

Amazing work, as usual. :)
 
-sigh- Damned roads are terrible down here. There are northern states that take better care of them. As such we either have huge potholes or road repairs that rise up like speed bumps.
So...the other day was driving along, hit one of these evil creations, which caused the power wire to the radio to disconnect. An hour of troubleshooting determined this. Now I just have to go and tear apart the dash to figure out where the hell it disconnected.
 
-sigh- Damned roads are terrible down here. There are northern states that take better care of them. As such we either have huge potholes or road repairs that rise up like speed bumps.
So...the other day was driving along, hit one of these evil creations, which caused the power wire to the radio to disconnect. An hour of troubleshooting determined this. Now I just have to go and tear apart the dash to figure out where the hell it disconnected.

I hear ya. Gizz bent a rim hitting a pothole last night. :(
 
I can't believe she finally finished that story! I am so glad she did, too.

Guiltiest pleasure ever! :D
 
It just occurred to me that I gave my cell phone number to my "best friend" a year before he finally called me only to yell at me for a mistake I made. I hadn't actually spoken to him aside from IMing in years. I haven't spoken to him since, for about six months now.

I know I am probably better off not knowing him anymore, and yet it still upsets me that I really don't have any friends anymore. My poker buddies just don't feel like they are on the same level of close as I was when I was actually friends with my friend, which was about ten years ago.

bleh
 
I think I'm going to cry.

How is it, that this tiny little non-issue still makes me feel so terrible every single fucking time I encounter it? Why do I get a new bout of writer's block any time I run into this again? How does this even relate to the way I feel about it? Every goddamn time it makes me feel completely fucking worthless as a writer. God fucking damn it, I can't stand this. I know it's going to happen over and over and over again. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.
 
I think I'm going to cry.

How is it, that this tiny little non-issue still makes me feel so terrible every single fucking time I encounter it? Why do I get a new bout of writer's block any time I run into this again? How does this even relate to the way I feel about it? Every goddamn time it makes me feel completely fucking worthless as a writer. God fucking damn it, I can't stand this. I know it's going to happen over and over and over again. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

*big tight hugs*
 
I think I'm going to cry.

How is it, that this tiny little non-issue still makes me feel so terrible every single fucking time I encounter it? Why do I get a new bout of writer's block any time I run into this again? How does this even relate to the way I feel about it? Every goddamn time it makes me feel completely fucking worthless as a writer. God fucking damn it, I can't stand this. I know it's going to happen over and over and over again. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

*hugs* :kiss:
 
1. It's my Race for Life today... I know it's not a long race but it's a start and no I wont be running this one, just walking, as my team mate can't run but it's a start and we have raised over £515 between us for cancer research. :nana:

2. I want a trip to the states.:(

3. Istill can't believe I bought that. :D:eek:
 
I think I'm going to cry.

How is it, that this tiny little non-issue still makes me feel so terrible every single fucking time I encounter it? Why do I get a new bout of writer's block any time I run into this again? How does this even relate to the way I feel about it? Every goddamn time it makes me feel completely fucking worthless as a writer. God fucking damn it, I can't stand this. I know it's going to happen over and over and over again. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

* Hugs * :rose:
 
Ooooh,

May your tongue vaguely enter the orifice that separates my thighs.:kiss:
 
... I dislike the moments in life, where you must watch your loved one in pain ... day after day ... with the only hope on the horizon ... more tests for them to try and determine what caused what's wrong with him ... that without knowing ... they can't fix it ... can't even elude to if they can fix it ... leaving us both with nothing but worries ... wondering ... silently ... hoping ...
 
I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I somehow got hornswaggled into performing at an invitational kung fu tournament on Saturday...
 
I wonder if I'm hurt worse than I thought a week ago. :confused:

And I'm really not in the mood to go back to work tomorrow...I'm sick of the soap opera that place has become ("drama" is too big of an understatement), and I don't want to hear people whispering about why I was *really* out for a week and a half. :mad:
 
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