1.28.2009

Hit me with your best shot. Fire away.

Laying down I hugged Boyfriend and wrapped my leg around his. I twisted the pubes on his Happy Trail and fingered his belly button. I smelled his warmth. "Universe," I prayed aloud, "This is what I want for the rest of my life. Give me this for the rest of my life and I'll be so happy I'll even become a Wiccan." 

I reflected for a second. 

"Universe, let me clarify," I reprayed. "By "this," I mean the way I interact with the BF. I do not mean sleeping on the ground in his parents' extra room in a house in Chandler while supporting myself with an entry-level job in the food service industry. Thank you." 

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