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I’m officially sick again.  It sucks.  My mouth and throat are killing me and I’m all achey. 

B got here at about 2am.  After a good bit of fooling around and establishing that I still really really want him.  I haven’t hit that slump yet.  And it’s really apparent that by now it should have.  Not only has it been a few weeks but I have basically spent a total sum of 48 hours with him: Mon @ 10pm —Weds @ 3am, then 2am to 12pm Thurs.  And even though I can see flaws and part of me recognizes them, when he looks at me, when he smiles at me…it doesn’t matter.  He makes me laugh, he genuinely cares about my well-being and when he looks at me sometimes it’s so sweet and so tender it makes me want to melt into his arms.  He tells me almost every 10 minutes that I’m so cute or so beautiful. 

He told me last night that he could definitely see ‘us’ being a long-term thing.  We are still taking it slowly in all aspects though.  But D*MN!  I have to admit, part of me really doesn’t want to, part of me just really wants to say to he# with it and chuck the clothes and the ‘taking it slow’ and just jump him.  RAWR!  But I won’t.  I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.  I hope that if I say it enough I’ll keep myself in line.  It’s so hard to keep myself in line especially when he starts going.  *shudders*  Gawwwwwd, he is so good at turning me on. 

I want cookies.  I think I’ll get some when I go to lunch tomorrow.  I so don’t want to go to classes tomorrow.  And I really want ice cream too.  Which would make my throat and mouth feel better I think, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m lactose intolerant. *headdesk*  Maybe I’ll run up to the Sheetz and get a little pint of cookies & cream.