Mmmmm, there's nothing quite like spending a week someplace warm to brighten your outlook on winter.

But most of the bright side is that we can go to the Carribean anytime we get too bored.

We should buy our own island. Hell with this middle class stuff. Time to move on up in the world.

How does one choose between love and lust?

There's the love that's already there. Strong, long lasting love that's safe. The right way to go and the right thing to do. Love that will bring you happiness for years, that will bring you perhaps even a family in time.

But then there's lust.

And lust. Lust is a burning passion that consumes your body and makes you forget love in that moment, because in it all that matters is the adrenalin running through your body. All that you want is to let that passion run freely, and it often makes you forget about everything and everyone you love, which is the opposite of love, because no matter how much you love you'll never forget about passion.

The difficult thing is finding a balance with the two, and if one can't find the balance needed, what do you go with? Which path do you take? Love, or lust?

It's driving me crazy that I don't even know if I can talk about him. He's so...unsure. He hardly lets me touch him with lights on. I had to catch him completely off guard to kiss him because he would always duck away. I don't know what to do with it.

Too many things to do, not nearly enough time.

( Goose. )

Well, that was an interesting dramatization of things.



[OOC: Heroes spoilers likely in comments]

[OOC: Heavy spoilers for 2nd season of SCC (specifically, the episode "Mr. Ferguson is ill today") are in post, possibly comments too.]

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You know, I get the idea of being fictional. Kind of a mind-blower.. but yeah. I get it now. Though I try not to dwell on it much But I have to say, it's another big surprise to see yourself on TV. Probably as surprising as when I actually believed I was The Punisher. Good thing I didn't kill anyone. Again.

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