March 10, 2008

• I feel so skinny and weak, but it feels good.

  We ran up and down the stairs (because we live on the forth floor) instead of going to the gym because I didn't want to see any muscular men (the sight of which I think is the most disgusting thing on the planet, even more disgusting than dead bodies).  My back hurts and my shoulders are tense and my legs ache when I walk, but for every second of pain I endure, that is another second of muscle growth and toning for my delicate little body.

  I should get back into karate, but for some reason it really didn't make me feel very capable in a fight.

  With every picture you share of your amazing body I wish even more that you or I were unattached and that we could be together when those pictures were taken.  You're beautiful.  I can't wait until this weekend.  Let's watch Fern Gully.

  I posted an ad on craigslist.  I sort of don't believe that anyone really checks that site, but you never know.  I just really want a date, even if it goes horribly.  He gets excited when I talk about it because he's too afraid to do the same.  He can't even tell his lone group member how pretty she is when they are all alone in the computer lab working on their project.  He's so afraid.  And it's not that I'm not afraid, I just really don't want to get too old.

  I ask him to play with my hair because it makes my scalp feel better and also soothes me if I have a headache, but then he leaned down and started kissing my neck.  My only weakness!  We were naked quickly and I always enjoy it more when it's unexpected.  *sigh*  He makes amazing noises.  He's so perfect and wonderful.  Why am I so poor?  I want to buy him a Wii.

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