My Eki

Honest, silly, funny, athletic, smart, and incredibly hot, my boy Eki.
It's O-dark-thirty in the morning and I can't sleep. My 1st day of my new job is tomorrow, and I spent tonight at home alone. No Eki to cuddle no Emma to tease.

My T-Mobile Razr® is possessed-dialing and making calls to my contacts. I can't leave it on unattended, or even write a text. It seems like a phone virus, the keys are randomly dialing and I can't make or receive calls. Quite depressing really if you take the price the phone: $200, and the amount of money left in my savings account: -0.69. So I guess I won't be making any phone calls for a while.

I love Eki so much. He's true and sweet, and he always tries to get right between practical and whatever I want. I hope that within time I can have a more chill attitude, but I'm thankful he loves me and treats me like I'm perfect.

Everything is amazing with my Eki. I can feel his hugs all up inside my spine and down to my toes. Every night we spend together is a gift, I'm so happy. I can't remember ever being this happy.


I love you Kris Eki, and I can't wait to continue sharing my life with you. I can't imagine a day without you.

My boy, my heart, my Eki.

Love,
Kateamaran

EYEYA

Have nothing to say today...

Woah...

I am unnaturally content today.

De jongen, maak u mij droevig.

So, after a bitch of a day at work I come home, eat-and promptly head for bed. I only got up to answer the door(my Kama Sutra oils came!), and to pee. Then in the midst of a blissful R.E.M. sleep my phone goes off. I woke and saw it said "dunal" waited-and answered. He started off the conversation with, "Kate, your a fucking idiot..... " He kept on talking, but I couldn't hear his words. I felt like I had just been stabbed in the stomach, and then I just hung up and broke down. I honestly haven't cried this much since he told me to 'get the fuck' out of his house. Seriously that boy needs to grow up, and learn how to treat people. I hope that one day he will look back and see how messed up he was.

wEiRd...oOoo

I am.... feeling weird. Excited-anxious, dorky and weird. So here I lay, alone eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Oreos and smoking Mango-Melon in the Hookah. I just ordered $120 worth of stuff from TabuToys.com, and I am anxiously awaiting my Kama Sutra massage oils. That isn't too weird I guess, except that I have no one to massage with my aphrodisiac-rose scented oil and massager. So, I'm a dork. I really need to stop thinking about boys-and be a lesbian again. Boys are lame.

Tat tat tat.

So, the 13th I went to get my tattoo. I was hoping that the Nealy-boy would come with, but he had work/plans. But my neighbor-boy was able to come, and we went as a tat-tuo. It was very cool really, although I was a bit humiliated at first-taking off my top. I'm not sure why, maybe it was the lighting, or the fact that my bra was lace and see-through. But mostly it was the smelly tattoo artist, and the numerous gross, fat and disgusting clients who kept passing by, catching glimpse's of my cleavage. Now, the Tatch and I have tats with meaning, and future plans for another Kate n' Tatch tattooing.

K-A-R-M-A

No good time goes unmourned
No good heart goes untorn
Good or bad, it’s all sad
And my acceptance is born

I miss my Karma-babe.