2893LJ is just full of Teh Crazy today

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Feb. 3, 2005

 

 

UB and sineater's back and forth about how she appreciates how hard he is
working so hard to become teh man she wants him to be, and he knows
that she is the only person in teh world who loves and appreciates
him bla bla, sad sad.

And then here comes Kaleon with his little nasty post.

[02 Feb 2005|08:30pm]
[ mood | thankful ]
[ music | DJ Cubert and the Skratchpickles ]

I am such a lucky man to have someone like Carol to spend time with.
She has never once pressured me into anything, nor has she ever guilt-
tripped me or brow-beat me. I know that I can share anything I want
with her without being afraid of what she'll say and I feel that if
either of us has a problem or finds something that the other one
likes to do that we don't, neither of us will try to force the other
one into partaking in it. She's also a wonderful editor, not letting
her own ego take control of her work and turning it into her work
instead of mine, instead preserving my own style foremost. It's
wonderful to have someone who will read over my stuff and fix the
problems that actually *need* fixing while leaving alone those things
that do not hinder the reader's understanding of the works but
instead defines a certain writer's style. I must say that she is the
least egotistical english major that I think I have ever met,
especially when you factor in that she is a wonderful graphic and
textural artist to boot. She spends time on her appearance on top of
all of this. I have yet to see her without a bra on in public and
without at least a hint of makeup on. She has confidence and pride in
herself and radiates that. She showers and bathes regularly, wears
beautiful things to bed that make me blush, and washes her clothes
before wearing them. To find someone who still takes such pride in
herself is a gift that I can not begin to be thankful enough for
after some of my past experiences. I can't wait till I can get down
there and see her again, (and see her gift she picked up for me at
victoria's secret too), touch her again, taste her, smell her and
wrap myself around her like a blanket in the winter wind.