one more look and i forget everything

how odd.

so yesterday am - i was sick with the cold stuff - and i heard the strangest bleep.

it was bm.

on skype.

it only took about one hour and fifteen minutes but the man broke me down and got me to his house only ninety minutes later (and that was including a meeting).

i just might be a slave to my pussy. it's like i have these intentions and it takes nothing to break them down and i'm on my knees before we even get to the kitchen.

speaking of:

i don't know if it's all the porn i watch - or what - but the technique of me on my knees (duh, not praying for once) has generally improved. but it was like i said - in the house and i wanted it so i dropped to my knees and pulled it out.

we finally wound up in the bedroom where i remembered why i loved that bed so much - it wasn't because of any egyptian cotton sheets or anything - it's that rocking that occurs when that boy gives me exactly what i need and want.

and obviously can't live without.

then i got home and got ready to go to the roanoke performing arts center to see the traveling broadway production of mamma mia. i am a firm believer of having a broad spectrum of culture anyways.

gahlee - it was really good. i had never seen the movie - musical movies just aren't my thing but this shit was decent. of course the play has this awkward part of semi-singing and dancing in the audience as well - and bleck!

but i can attest that the rest of the theatre looked like they enjoyed it.

i am getting ready for richmond and junk - it's more cupcakes and presents for the twins. and possibly a new backpack for me - i can't do richmond next wednesday because i'm reading at church - and then holy week of obligation starts and i'm at church until sunday - where i will be sitting with my easter basket and praising god for second chances and surrender.