all i can breathe is your life

you should go here. it's like i made you a mixed tape but really someone else did, 'cause i wouldn't have put those bad songs on. just the good ones.

i didn't end up staying home - mike b called while i was out buying cake makins and by the time i got home he was at my house to pick me up. we went out to some friends' place to drink wine and play pool and eat some really good food (which i mostly couldn't eat but whatevs). so the cake will be baked in the a.m. really it's much better to go out on a saturday than stay home baking. i'm not that old, yet.

i'm kind of drunk.

it is a good thing.

i realize that i self-medicate. there's no need to worry. there are people (mike b, the sister, ms. u) who keep a very close eye on me. i know that i can do what i will because one of the three of them will reel me in when i get a little too close to the edge. i know that i can trust in this 'cause i do it for them, too.

i am a little drunk, though, and really really want to have sex. but carlot boy is away, and there's not really any other likely prospects. and, when it's all said and done, i'm not really one for random encounters with strangers. they have their place, and they can be fun, but i prefer the opportunity for prolonged exploration of a person to a whambam most days.