Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Busy old foole, unruly sunne... Fuck me, it's hot. So hot that, dear reader, I am wearing *shorts*. Yes, me. The same girl who hasn't worn them since she was thirteen years old, because after that the scars got to noticable to hide with plasters. Now I have the odd nick here & there due my sheer ineptness at shaving my legs, and the residual scar. But overall, I'm happy to show off my legs, and any other body part that wants to see the sun right now. I know in part this rush of happiness is because of summer, because I've gotten my head sorted more than ever before. I also know that so much of it it because of her. I don't think it's merely a case of everything coming at the right time - there is never a good time to start a relationship, especially not one long-distance. But there can be right *people*, people who make it worthwhile. It's not like I'm making an effort, it doesn't feel like effort. It's automatic... I don't want this journal to be me harping on about my shiny new relationship, but maybe its the summer heat making my brain frazzled. That's all I can think about, all I really have to think about when my days revolve around reading and serving the occasional pint. Ah, fuck it. I'm going to sunbathe and try finish some goddamn original stories for once... And my Montparnasse entry, of course. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower