f0o! i too can now tell when people link to my journal be searching for sexy librarian. *snicker* you spoil me, i am all bouncy and happy little wiggly worms inside. people also have a habit of linking to me from f0o's diary page. *grin*

delicious.

...and TT and i settle-in to our house, and are happy happy. only thing to worry about now are furniture bits and not being able to sleep in the same bed ...peacefully. takes a bit to get used to sleeping with someone in an unfamiliar house and such. it will be alright... soon... either that or time for a bigger bed. heh.

...but i scare him...i walk up to him in the kitchen, study, bathroom...just to breathe him in or ask a question, or just to be with him -- and he jump/starts. he is terrified... my wonderfulandamazing all shivers and fright...so horrible for us both!

*sigh*i'll have to start wearing a collar with a little bell on it around the house.

i think that staying in a hotel room all of the time during the week must isolate one...to be surrounded by endless white walls, blue-light-special art and starched sheets...to find some source of comfort there.

we(pl) live our lives in two different shades completely. one hue colors everything we do together, makes even the tactile more amazing...fingertips on skin.

the other hue is more stark/crisp...colors of work and hotels and alone. interesting to blend them together. interesting to become re-acquainted with each other's lips/hips/skin every weekend.

at times... fun!

[tangent] i think it interesting to note that when i ask specific people questions in my journal, for instance,"who the hell are you so-and-so, and how did you find my journal?"...those people do not answer. out of shame? spite? uncaring? and yet you keep coming back. i am bound to get curious...i am also bored and pretty much ambivalent either way.[/tangent]

*shrug*