I should be sleeping, but I cannot, because I am going to be seeing my Steven in less than twelve hours, for the first time in a year and a half, and it is completely unreal and exactly what I need. Steven! Amusement park! Lots of gay people wearing red! Potential summer thunderstorms! Hours spent driving and singing along with George Michael! So many of my favorite things, all coming together so soon, and I am already blissed-out. So I decided to blog, clearly, even though I cannot manage coherency. My plan is to brew some really delicious blueberry tea that I can refrigerate and drink tomorrow morning (for the caffeine fix I am definitely going to need, at this rate). And then I will read three more chapters of Prisoner of Azkaban, and call Marshall, and attempt sleep. Probably. Or MAYBE - and this is really embarrassing, but a much truer account of my night, I am sure - I will watch Degrassi reruns online and go through old photo albums until I fall asleep on the floor, like I did the other night, with my glasses smashed against my face. It's a tough call, really.
Because I am in a really giddy, gay, anything-can-happen mood, allow me to share this video:
Yes, that is Enrique Iglesias. Yes, he is serenading a really cute gay boy onstage and loving it. Yes, this is a dream come true. Why does Enrique rock so hard? All he nee-eeds is a rhythm divine, it would seem. I am not kidding when I say that he is a constant source of inspiration to me.
Okay, since this post is clearly going nowhere: I really, really need to get laid. Soon. In three and a half days, but like, that is not soon enough, because I have the kind of headache that only multiple orgasms can cure, and I am craving softness and roughness and being touched and begged and enjoyed. But soon, soon, I can have all of these things, and in a location I'd previously not even dared to dream of. So, there is that.
Now, really: I am going to stop here and go do something. Fuck sleep - I'm gonna see Steven tomorrow!
EDIT: Or actually, what I really need is someone to put a cool rag on my head and kiss me lightly and sing me to sleep, as I just threw up twice and am clearly in no condition for sex. Ugh. I hate throwing up. I'm going to see if I can sleep with my mom tonight, since my fan's broken; hopefully, I can get some sleep in before morning comes, or else I'm not sure I can handle all those rollercoasters. Keep your fingers crossed for me?
Because I am in a really giddy, gay, anything-can-happen mood, allow me to share this video:
Yes, that is Enrique Iglesias. Yes, he is serenading a really cute gay boy onstage and loving it. Yes, this is a dream come true. Why does Enrique rock so hard? All he nee-eeds is a rhythm divine, it would seem. I am not kidding when I say that he is a constant source of inspiration to me.
Okay, since this post is clearly going nowhere: I really, really need to get laid. Soon. In three and a half days, but like, that is not soon enough, because I have the kind of headache that only multiple orgasms can cure, and I am craving softness and roughness and being touched and begged and enjoyed. But soon, soon, I can have all of these things, and in a location I'd previously not even dared to dream of. So, there is that.
Now, really: I am going to stop here and go do something. Fuck sleep - I'm gonna see Steven tomorrow!
EDIT: Or actually, what I really need is someone to put a cool rag on my head and kiss me lightly and sing me to sleep, as I just threw up twice and am clearly in no condition for sex. Ugh. I hate throwing up. I'm going to see if I can sleep with my mom tonight, since my fan's broken; hopefully, I can get some sleep in before morning comes, or else I'm not sure I can handle all those rollercoasters. Keep your fingers crossed for me?
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