on a day like today
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threeplusfireStrange how this week has been. Hell at least I've been eating well.
I've had more sex in this week than I've had in the past two years all told. We're going through condoms almost as fast as we're going through cigarettes. Alan and I both are rather sore and scratched and bitten, though we've been careful to make certain we're not causing any lingering marks.
We're lucky I suppose, in that we're both so changeable. Up down sideways on top beneath. The dynamic is fluid. We pull each other's hair and bite. We curl up side by side and kiss slowly. It's good that way. We let our characters come out and play as well. When I was out of my mind the other morning he didn't mind being woken up and he pinned my scratching and clawing self to the bed until I was too exhausted to do anything but drop off.
Every day we've been swimming, the afternoon sun pinned over our heads. He's starting to get a tan, and I've gone several shades of brown darker.
Yesterday's menu:
Seared Ahi Tuna on the grill, with crushed black peppercorn, olive oil and balsamic
Chipotle aioli
Steak with garlic paste and butter
Mixed greek olives
Melynda is right this moment finishing up the book. I'm terrified really of what she is going to do about the news of Black's death. This hits her so hard.
There are no easy answers in this book. Not for Cedric's death, not Black's, not the pain and the anguish of parents and their children. It was such a hard punch in the gut to read about the scary things Umbridge did to the students, because it reminded me so viscerally of what I endured in high school. I almost couldn't read it. My hands shook, cigarettes and coffee and pacing Metro reading when I could no longer stand to sit still.
I finished the book in the dawn at Alan's apartment, sitting up alone in the living room. I wept for all of them, damned and otherwise. Because we owe it to our children to try and protect them, even when we can't. And these children have seen things no child should have to do, not even at fifteen. Hermione made me cry, as did Neville. And Ginny, so angrily reminding them that she knew exactly what that possession had felt like.
Thank all the gods that ever were for Fred and George. They made me laugh aloud and their flight to freedom was one of the greatest moments of the book. Furiously funny victory. Plus Dumbledore kicks some ass, and that's great fun to see.
Today's menu
Spinach and Artichoke dip with bread
Shrimp with broccoli and mushrooms over fettucine alfredo
Mint chocolate chip ice cream
I've had more sex in this week than I've had in the past two years all told. We're going through condoms almost as fast as we're going through cigarettes. Alan and I both are rather sore and scratched and bitten, though we've been careful to make certain we're not causing any lingering marks.
We're lucky I suppose, in that we're both so changeable. Up down sideways on top beneath. The dynamic is fluid. We pull each other's hair and bite. We curl up side by side and kiss slowly. It's good that way. We let our characters come out and play as well. When I was out of my mind the other morning he didn't mind being woken up and he pinned my scratching and clawing self to the bed until I was too exhausted to do anything but drop off.
Every day we've been swimming, the afternoon sun pinned over our heads. He's starting to get a tan, and I've gone several shades of brown darker.
Yesterday's menu:
Seared Ahi Tuna on the grill, with crushed black peppercorn, olive oil and balsamic
Chipotle aioli
Steak with garlic paste and butter
Mixed greek olives
Melynda is right this moment finishing up the book. I'm terrified really of what she is going to do about the news of Black's death. This hits her so hard.
There are no easy answers in this book. Not for Cedric's death, not Black's, not the pain and the anguish of parents and their children. It was such a hard punch in the gut to read about the scary things Umbridge did to the students, because it reminded me so viscerally of what I endured in high school. I almost couldn't read it. My hands shook, cigarettes and coffee and pacing Metro reading when I could no longer stand to sit still.
I finished the book in the dawn at Alan's apartment, sitting up alone in the living room. I wept for all of them, damned and otherwise. Because we owe it to our children to try and protect them, even when we can't. And these children have seen things no child should have to do, not even at fifteen. Hermione made me cry, as did Neville. And Ginny, so angrily reminding them that she knew exactly what that possession had felt like.
Thank all the gods that ever were for Fred and George. They made me laugh aloud and their flight to freedom was one of the greatest moments of the book. Furiously funny victory. Plus Dumbledore kicks some ass, and that's great fun to see.
Today's menu
Spinach and Artichoke dip with bread
Shrimp with broccoli and mushrooms over fettucine alfredo
Mint chocolate chip ice cream
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Date: 2003-06-22 07:44 pm (UTC);)
Kristen
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Date: 2003-06-22 08:06 pm (UTC)Oh and the tuna is pretty damn easy to make. I'm shocked. Let it sit in the olive oil and the balsamic, rub it with pepper and sear it briefly on the grill. Best thing ever.
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Date: 2003-06-22 07:54 pm (UTC)I'm around page...600? I've had a very hard time indeed putting the dang thing down, and am oddly relieved that I won't be the only one who's read it by the time I finish it.
I am incredibly moved by how dark this book is - how powerful Slytherin comes through.
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