Fucked up my hand at work today. It hurts. When I was driving home all I could think was that I wish I was heading home to her and that she would greet me with a kiss. I looked at her picture only about a million times today.

It took me forever to type this.

Today I miss most the feeling of her running her hand slowly through my hair, my hand in her hair and on her cheeks. I miss holding her face in my hands and looking into her eyes, seeing her smile.

I can't see any point to a life that doesn't allow me to see her face every day.

Also, I miss her breasts. I want to blindfold her and explore her with my mouth. Fuck, I want to work her body out so much.

Say something. It's been over six months. I'm giving up on you.

Does he make you laugh like I used to? Does he make you feel special? Then just be happy with him and quit pretending to care about me once or twice a year.

I miss Kurt Vonnegut. He died eight years ago (4/11/07). He was born in 1922, the same year Ulysses was published.

Great Moments In 21st Century Television

One of my favorite Dave Chappelle moments: Calling people crazy – Dave Chappelle

Sigh.

I would kill to hear her voice once again.

S is the only person who ever made me feel like I wasn't a freak. She made me feel special.

I lost that feeling long ago.

I'll never forget the first day I met R. The way she and S made me feel that day is undoubtedly the best feeling I've ever had. Probably the best day of my life. That day and the first day S and I made love.

Now she doesn't talk to me.

I guess it all wasn't as good for her as it was for me.

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I guess I said something wrong. Perhaps, in retrospect, I shouldn't have mentioned cunnilingus.

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I need a blowjob.

I need to wrap her warmly in my arms once again. The way she fit in my arms was soothing electric blanket magic.