I’m so incredibly lame. On my spring break I sit online, like every other day. What is up with that right? Then on Tuesday I’ll be working 9-3, 9-6 on Wednesday, and Thursday Randy will have been in his house for 2 weeks so he’ll be able to get a phone call… I think it’s a whopping 10 minutes but it’s his voice. I can’t wait to hear it every night again. While in jail and rehab I didn’t go a single night without hearing his voice once we got the phone situation all worked out. I’m waiting for time to be like that again. I want my visits. I want my hugs and kisses. I want to be with him without surveillance for once. No cameras or nurses making sure we don’t get too close.
It smells like puppy in here. Not a bad smell, but a recognizable one. Glade clean linen smells good though, it covers it up nicely. My spring break looks like it’s going to entail a lot of sitting around and maybe if I get bored I’ll get ahead on schoolwork. I’ve only got 6 weeks once I go back. Oh how slow they will go too. Once they’re done I’m all about Nintendo Wii (virtual console baby), and playstation2. A lot of visiting Randy too. It’s going to be amazing that weekend he comes home to be with me. It’s where he belongs, in MY arms damnit. Not up in Niagara Falls in the ghetto. The country is his home. His home is in our room curled up to me, radiating enough body heat to keep the entire bedroom hot.
I miss him so fucking much.
