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Take the quiz: "What do you love about making love?"
Lust
You are in it for the Lust. Its all about the passion and how good they are in bed. Though you aren't necessarily a woman/man whore, you know your way around the bedroom, be proud of that accomplisment! Godspeed!
My period just started, but I'm kind of horny. I think it has to do with the book I'm reading. It's called Snow White, Blood Red. It's a collection of fairy tales, sort of adaptions of the well known ones... anyway, the last couple ones I read were kind of erotic. In a sick and twisted way. Why couldn't I just get addicted to normal smut like those serial romances? Nooo, I have to have fantasy based stories, or slash, or screwed up fanfictions. Or it needs vampires. Vampires and sex is so... I don't know. I don't think I care to explore that further.
Ahhh, I like cherries. I think I need to complain, though. My choice of drinks is low. Water. Milk. Soda. Not much of a selection. Soda doesn't really hydrate. Water is plain. Too much milk is a bad thing. It does help get ibuprofin down though. Cherry Coke is nice though. I just want something tasy like juice. Speaking of which... need to check out Lynds' journal. Sorry, when I think juice, I think orange juice, and when I think of orange juice I think of Lynds. I miss her.
Am going to help Rhi for the rest of this week with little tykes. Fifteen five year olds to baby sit at vacation bible school. Oh woo, wee, yay! I'm going to die. Ah, well, what's to lose? My bad language, for sure.
And I get to see Brit tomorrow! I haven't seen her in a while. We haven't spoken often enough. It will be cool to hang out. Watch some movies, eat some food, listen to music, play games...? Who knows. It will be fun nonetheless.
Hmmm... need to trim nails...
My life goes on in endless song
above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
it sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth it liveth.
And though the darkness 'round me close,
songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth,
how can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble in their fear
and hear their death knell ringing,
when friends rejoice both far and near
how can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
our thoughts to them are winging,
when friends by shame are undefiled
how can I keep from singing?
~Enya, "How can I keep from singing?" Shepherd Moons
Fin.
