Le sigh. My mother found my hickeys... She is not ammused. Oh well.

I'm an adult, so there's not a lot that she can do about it, besides look at me dissaprovingly and assume that I'm being a little sexual deviant. Which I'm not, but it's not like that really matters to her. I let the man I love put his lips on me!! Oh NO!! I'm such a bad person!! I feel more than a little hurt, angry, and betrayed, truth be told, considering how she told me that she wasn't going to be playing the overprotective, judge-you-mercilessly, Catholic mother figure anymore.

I'm happy now, though. We had a huge thunderstorm that blew up trees and hit the power lines and radio towers and it was glorious!! Wind and pouring rain and thunder and lighting that lasted for a very long time! It was so wonderful!!







I miss my Dearheart and I want to see him so bad that it hurts... Considering that it hasn't even been 24 hours since I last saw him, I must not be doing as good as I thought I was when I started this journal...