he says he's going to come over later, but we'll see how long from now that is... he loves to keep me waiting... builds the anticipation, right? jesus, i don't need that damned much anticipation in my life!
i adore him, and he makes the best martinis on top of it all - better than at the bars.
happy st. paddy's day to all! i hope ya'll drink lots and lots of irish car bombs for me! i'm not sure if i'll be able to, b/c quinlan, troy and i will be in oakland, seeing, that's right, my man, barack obama!!!
i can't frickin' wait! wish ya'll could be there!
love you!
a*
please note...
that i was waaaaaay too drunk when i wrote this! ;)
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