My life has been obscenely busy. I am really proud of myself for (pretty much) avoiding all panic attacks and emotional break downs.
Riccardo, is really coming. What a dream. In 2.5 months I will be snuggling with my latin lover again. I would marry that boy I swear…apparently he has that all planned out.
I am graduating college with a Bachelors of Science in Psychology in one month and 10 days. If my grades hold as they are I will have a 3.6 GPA and some great letters of recommendation.
I have no idea what I am doing after I graduate, besides Riccardo. I really don’t feel like going to graduate school, even though a professor of mine offered to get me in touch with one of his colleages to study infantile amnesia, and that would be a kick ass master’s thesis. But I just want to explore and make some real cash money.
Now I am going to make hash browns and cry over my anthro study guide.
Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth.
Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now, welcome home.
Shit has been so crazy. I barely have time to do anything. Work and school and some serious room mate probs have been killing me. Luckily one of my room mates is fucking awesome or else I probably would have completely lost it by now.
I have been missing Riccardo so bad. I miss being held and kissed. Luckily he finally applied for his passport so he should be gettin that in like 2 weeks, then he is gonna buy tickets! The best graduation present will be having him here with me. I love that boy so much.