He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon

This week was interesting. I spent Tuesday in TC getting papers signed and shopping and Thursday in Canada mailing said paperwork, shopping and being frustrated with the border. I sat on the bridge for forever. I don’t understand what their problem is. What the stink people.

I spent Tuesday night on Eric’s couch. We watched High Fidelity. We laughed. It was nice. I was supposed to go over on Friday, but about 15 minutes before I went I got this crazy severe chill. Like I could not stop shaking, and my teeth were chattering. I thought I would still go over and he could warm me up. Then the headache hit. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and get ready. I thought I was going to pass out, and since I’ve had some trouble with the recently I decided that my bed was my destination for the evening. I messaged Eric and crawled into bed. I didn’t stop shivering for hours. I had 6 blankets on my bed, a tanktop, a teeshirt, a thermal top, a sweatshirt, fuzzy sweatpants, and 2 pairs of warm socks on, and I was still so cold I thought I was going to die. Not to mention that it felt like the top of my head was going to pop off. I was fully prepared to wake up with a sore throat, or a cough, or sniffling – but nothing. I was totally fine. So I went shopping with my mum. I had a headache, but I took some advil and was fine. Plus, I bought some great ass jeans and my mum bought me some sweaters.

Last night was lovely. I arrived at Eric’s about 9. We watched just married. It was cute. We made out from 11- 3:30. It was amazing. My face is a little sore today. I wouldn’t change a thing. His kisses are perfect. Perfect variety. Perfect pressure. Perfect everything. He even put his hands on my ass. Even that was perfect. I love how he holds on to my hips when he kisses me. How did he know that I loved that. I had to teach Joel to do that. Still no over the sweater action, but I think we are getting more comfortable on a physical level which is a nice feeling. I don’t feel nervous about touching him anymore, wondering if it’s ok, wondering if it’s what he wants. I still feel a bit like I’m in high school, you know, making out for hours on a couch watching MTV.

All I need is like the vertical horizon or tonic playing in the background.