Wednesday, December 31, 2008

A dirty martini for my dirty girl.

Happy New Year, baby.

It's my sincerest desire that, as 2009 bursts before us, that you're embraced with vivacious joy, and that the best possible outcome happens for us, individually and mutually. I'm so sorry for everything that went wrong, and please know that you are, and will remain, in my heart (and libido) always. I love and miss you, Pixie. Tons.


Rogue said...

This morning, I woke from a dream where I was taking you from behind. It was nice.

Rogue said...

I spent part of my New Year fun at the Done Right. You remember: we went there last year after Savage, and after the burlesque show at the Gladstone.

There was a well-hipped, obviously bi, shorthaired blonde there who reminded me of you. And several people at the bar remembered, and commented on, you and I being there together last year. That was nice too.

You're in Marquette. Maybe you've enjoyed a New Year;s kiss, or more, from your friend there.

Me, I was kissed. But to be truthful, its you who is on my mind.

I miss your scent.

Rogue said...

I'm glad you're doing well. You deserve to feel excitement again. I love and miss you. I miss your presence.

Just sayin.