November 24th, 2003

love innocent, viðrar vel til loftárása [mine], viðrar vel til loftárása

Winter foolishness

As the temperature drops and the smell of burning fireplaces fill the air, I find myself periodically pining for someone to cuddle with. Perhaps even, dare I say... ::rolls eyes:: snuggle with.

Did I actually use that word?

oh good god... is winter almost over? Somehow the carnal lust of summer seems safer.
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