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SA 12/22 Lightening Up
Dec. 22nd, 2002 10:30 pmToday was actually her Solstice entry. Mostly what sort of new year's resolutions, (or new season's, since Samhain is the pagan new year, not Saturnalia/Yule). More reflecting on the event than preparing for it.
One suggestion is to let bygones be bygones, forgive someone with whom you've not been on good terms.
Shortly thereafter, opportunity knocks. Or calls, anyway.
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anotherjen calls and asks if it's ok that she invited srakkt to brunch. I'm still reeling (even now) from discovering that fructivore and zodmicrobe were in the same class in (a small, all male, quaker) high school, so, I've already been pushed into some level of small-world freakage emotional overdrive, go ahead, throw me to the lions, er, tiger. (There was already a lion present - mgrasso is a leo, as recorded on That Wall Chart).
It worked out ok. Well, even. We've both mellowed out a lot, which was hard to gauge until we were there, together, at the scene of several of the crimes, not flipping out. The brunch was small: jen, mgrasso, srakkt,julias and treacle_well. Perhaps this helped with tension. Small enough for nanofictionary, zendo, and much admiring of Julias' fimo jewelry (which sunspiral has to see someday, when I figure out how to get them both together) and Mike's white chocolate orange scones. (Without Treacle, we'd never achieved coffee or bacon. Bless her!)
We could still dare each other into bed. He was genuinely bummed that I hadn't actually gone ahead and ordered [a certain kit]. (So I suppose I'll have to order a few and just keep them on hand for emergencies!) Were it not for my developing headcold and my digestive system reacting... poorly... to all the party food and sleep deprivation, I probably would've been, um, more than lazy-flirty. I really just wanted to curl up around him and mug him for body heat.
Oddly enough, it did not feel like a bad headspace. Enough flirty-teasing that at this evening's party,jbsegal noted that, aside from being floored to see me ever again arrive with The Marine on my arm, I had a lot of fresh claw marks on my back. (scritches and scratches good, bruises and bites bad.)
Then sensory stimulation peaked again when (hey, he does have an LJ!)gaelen and pir both rubbed their mmmmm fuzzy buzzcuts on my bare arms, neck, and some of the still-red scratches on my back. Well, that's a Merry Christmas for ya! mmmmmmmmmmm. tingly.
GURPS John's hair was almost as short, but, apparently, I have him well-trained with the knee eggs and head eggs and he tried something new: back of neck eggs! mmmmmmmmmmm. tingly.
A friend was bumming over being jealous for someone she could not claim. I might have contributed with my overt sensoriness. I felt weird because I've been that girl, as recently as yesterday. And today I wasn't.
The world is getting brighter, and perhaps taking me with it?
One suggestion is to let bygones be bygones, forgive someone with whom you've not been on good terms.
Shortly thereafter, opportunity knocks. Or calls, anyway.
anotherjen calls and asks if it's ok that she invited srakkt to brunch. I'm still reeling (even now) from discovering that fructivore and zodmicrobe were in the same class in (a small, all male, quaker) high school, so, I've already been pushed into some level of small-world freakage emotional overdrive, go ahead, throw me to the lions, er, tiger. (There was already a lion present - mgrasso is a leo, as recorded on That Wall Chart).It worked out ok. Well, even. We've both mellowed out a lot, which was hard to gauge until we were there, together, at the scene of several of the crimes, not flipping out. The brunch was small: jen, mgrasso, srakkt,
julias and treacle_well. Perhaps this helped with tension. Small enough for nanofictionary, zendo, and much admiring of Julias' fimo jewelry (which sunspiral has to see someday, when I figure out how to get them both together) and Mike's white chocolate orange scones. (Without Treacle, we'd never achieved coffee or bacon. Bless her!)We could still dare each other into bed. He was genuinely bummed that I hadn't actually gone ahead and ordered [a certain kit]. (So I suppose I'll have to order a few and just keep them on hand for emergencies!) Were it not for my developing headcold and my digestive system reacting... poorly... to all the party food and sleep deprivation, I probably would've been, um, more than lazy-flirty. I really just wanted to curl up around him and mug him for body heat.
Oddly enough, it did not feel like a bad headspace. Enough flirty-teasing that at this evening's party,
jbsegal noted that, aside from being floored to see me ever again arrive with The Marine on my arm, I had a lot of fresh claw marks on my back. (scritches and scratches good, bruises and bites bad.)Then sensory stimulation peaked again when (hey, he does have an LJ!)
gaelen and pir both rubbed their mmmmm fuzzy buzzcuts on my bare arms, neck, and some of the still-red scratches on my back. Well, that's a Merry Christmas for ya! mmmmmmmmmmm. tingly.GURPS John's hair was almost as short, but, apparently, I have him well-trained with the knee eggs and head eggs and he tried something new: back of neck eggs! mmmmmmmmmmm. tingly.
A friend was bumming over being jealous for someone she could not claim. I might have contributed with my overt sensoriness. I felt weird because I've been that girl, as recently as yesterday. And today I wasn't.
The world is getting brighter, and perhaps taking me with it?
