Miss her still. Damn!

Damn you Roxy!

Why is it that I miss you more on Sunday nights? For some reason I sit doing what ever, and all I want to do is call you, speak to ya and stroke you on the sofa, while your wrapped in my arms. *sigh*

Almost every bloody week! Bugger!

Is this strange rash on my are poison Oak or Ivy I wonder? Hang on I have the web, let me go have a look! *grin*

Oh while I remember, never ask a girl out for coffee on a Friday afternoon. No matter how freakin' good your intentions. Why? Ah, check out a new favorate blog. Here

K. Till tomorrow. I hope I can sleep tonight since I got that out of my system. Really wanted a smoke today as well, by the way. Very strange.