Welcome Home My Bed

Take a moment of your day and read this!

My boyfriend of a year and a half is moving out. I am elated. The BED, soon, it will be all mine! Mine to stretch out on, mine to sleep diagonally on, mine to roll around on and get tangled in the covers on a hot night. MINE, ALL MINE! His stuff will be gone, all his clothes and his guitar and his mess will be out! No one there to ask me at 5am why I'm so late coming to bed.

Where was I at 5am? No where bad, just here chatting with my friends. At 5AM?! Yes, at 5am. They be in another time zone, so no, my Australian friends and I don't all stay up till 5am to chat to each other. Why would I want to chat to them that early, like I don't spend enough time spooning them as we all crowd into the same bed when we're wasted or drugged. I'm on more then intimate terms with them, don't really feel the need to chat online as well.

It's official though, my boyfriend and I are breaking up. Ahh, the sweet sound of a relationship cracking. No hard feelings, we both knew it was coming. Surprised we lasted this long. Not that it wasn't helped by the fact that I have the most horrendous crush on someone else. Shhh though, don't tell my boyfriend that. It's my secret, well, it was, now though, it is a blog secret.

I think the people around us are going to take our breakup worse then we are. They think we're the cutest couple ever. We've been officially voted the best couple by our work colleagues. And they are right, we are good together, we're great together but there is something missing.

The raw passionate love, the lust, the fire, the anger, the pleasure! Heated explosive emotions, that's what I need!

He can't muster them, no matter though, because I know someone who can and he will be mine soon. And I'm going to shag him till he can no longer see, can no longer walk, can no longer breathe.

Just have to wait for my boyfriend to leave.