Well, it's been a long time, no? It's been a long time, yes! Just a quick blog about the state of our union. Our civil union. It's getting less and less civil. I understand wanting to make your voice heard, but if what you're looking for is answers you must be prepared to listen to them. Stop interrupting our public officials; I want to know what they have to say.
On the other hand, I kind of know what they feel. You see, I am not bursting to shout in some town hall about fictitious 'death panels'. No, instead I want to make some noise about love. Major love. Ground-shaking, earth-shattering, mind-blowing love. It's awesome. The only problem is the pillow-talk. I consider myself a hopeless romantic; but recently, when getting close and being sweet, I find it harder and harder to not sound like a serial killer. Let me paint a picture for you:
There we lay, limbs locked together in some lovely puzzle we try to put together in each others eyes. Spooning, I whisper into your ear, "I love your skin". So far so good, but I can't stop, "I love the taste of your skin". Uh-oh! Back off, Walter! "I just want to wear your skin all day". And there it goes. Now instead of a doting lover I am a mentally unstable, middle aged white male with a history of violence and childhood abuse.
So messed up. Don't judge me, just pray for me.
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