The Land of the Lost

Have I mentioned how I feel about EG? My English Gentleman. My strong, smart, sexy, tall, hilarious English Gentleman.

I don't understand how I can feel like this -- excited and comfortable at the same time. I always have that falling sensation but it feels so good!

And have I mentioned the sex? Holymotherfucker. He kills me. Last night, he destroyed me. It was so fucking incredible I shouldn't be blogging about it, I should be in bed dreaming about it, planning for tonight.

I didn't move here for him. But let's face it -- I moved here because of him. And no, I haven't found a job yet, I haven't made any friends, I haven't gotten into any shows yet. But it's worth it. I'll figure those things out. I'll get a job, I have friends, I took some plays out of the library. My EG is where it's at.

Remember how I felt 2 years ago when I first fell in love with him? The feeling is actually, ACTUALLY getting stronger. Like waterfalls through my veins constantly. Wicked.

I love it here.