well
i'm sunburned! Oh - redder than a lobster!
Le sigh.
I am Megan. I am in my summer adventure.
Oi vey, my neck and side are BURNT!
Well,
So,
the one I love is far. And that's cool.
(oi vey, even my ear is burnt)
He's not "my" anything. Not "my" love, or "my" boyfriend. He's the man I love and I'm the woman he loves. The Portia to my Ellen

And he's in Tennessee, and it's only four damn days but I'm on Summer-Wave-of-Love-Euphoria-Time...which no matter what feels like an illogical eternity. It's like 4 days sitting down at my house at 12:17 after being walked to the door and sitting down just wishing, wishing there was a little time hold for maybe an hour where we could run around and our surroundings could freeze. I don't know if you've ever been in love with an intelligent, wonderful, intellectual, handsome (and sexy,) caring guy, but I highly recommend it. Just make sure to plan a lot of things to do if he goes to Tennessee in a hippie van to converse with communists, anarchists and other radicals about fear and love.

I recommend the beach with two girlfriends - on a sunny day, talk about guys, about attraction, sex, parties, independence, and whatever you can think of. But don't forget to sunscreen your sides along with your front and back, or you'll end up a sunburned melancholy lobster.

affectionately,
a lobster