10.29.04

Five days. La la la. Five days.

Actually, 122 hours and 42 minutes from now, I'm going to be picking up my man at the airport. It's 18 minutes to the hotel from the airport. Check-in. Then...

*wicked laughter*

Sorry folks, I'm going to be a wee bit distracted for the next few days. Incommunicado for a few more. And then? The dirty poetry.

Bear with me. It's not that I don't have lots of sex, the novelty is that there's someone else in the room. *snicker* Even better, it's someone that I love.

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