chips and juice
Tuesday, Feb. 04, 2003
I have a huge cup of hot tea, a bottle of orange juice and a bag of lay�s chips. I�m eating a weird diet, and losing weight. I have a pair of the smallest jeans I own on. I think it�s all the extracurricular activity.
Why does sex make you glow? Why does it make you feel feminine all over? Why does it change everything? Rick would take a goonie fit on my ass for calling it �sex�. He insists on �making love�. He claims that porn doesn�t turn him on, and that if I said, �fuck me hard� he wouldn�t get turned on by that either. One of the first things he told me the first night I met him when I asked him what he was looking for..he said, �a relationship�. I think we both get so much out of being able to lay awake for hours in each other�s arms talking about everything under the sun.
I worry about everything where Rick is concerned, I�m terrified of being hurt, being left, being lied to, being pained. And then, the only thing I want is to be closer to him somehow. This little voice in my head says, �if I can just get close enough he won�t want to ever leave.�
Ohhhh orange juice and potato chips �my poor tummy�
