::HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!::
he is seriously so fucking wonderful that it makes my heart physically hurt.
we spent the last 2 hours i was awake last night calling eachother back & forth from inside loud, crowded parties, and on our ways home. we were drunk and rambling. he was walking home, and all i kept thinking about was how i'd like to be walking with him instead of sitting in the back seat of my own car as someone else drove my sweet ass back to lincoln square. he said things that you tend to let slip out when you're drunk, and though i've often felt the same words come to me, i held them back. it's too much, and it kind of freaks me out.
i laid on the kitchen floor at 4 in the morning, swooning over him, professing my love for him to someone else. i am the living, breathing, walking definition of smitten. it's sick, really.
i woke up this morning from a dream i'm still smiling about, and since i knew he'd still be sleeping off his alcohol, i left him a text message (oh, how quickly we become cell phone whores!) wishing him a happy halloween. he wrote me back, and it said "I need you."
need is a good word right now because this has sooooo passed yr simple, everyday want.
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this weekend has shown me, yet again, that my friends are the coolest motherfuckers on earth. our halloween costumes were out of control. (except mine, which fell apart sort of last minute, and i was forced to improvise with a poodle skirt, saddle shoes, and zombie make-up.) gut went as an evil clown, and honest to god, even though i knew it was him, i had to stay pretty far away from him. when he walked towards me i backed away. his costume was that good.
tonight we had a murder mystery party, and i so wanted to end up being the killer. it was actually really fun because we all dressed our parts and got really into character - i was the evil, beautiful dentist who sold her soul to satan's stupid brother for success and fame. it was awesome. i wore a lab coat, and had dental utensils sticking out of my pocket. chris was afraid of the scraper. i ended up being a co-conspirator in the murder, and i was fucking a werewolf. all very hot, indeed.
have i ever told you that halloween is my favourite time of the year?
it is.
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you've been unpredictable, and gave me a lot of shit i wasn't really expecting or all that ready for.
do things calm down now?
