I want to say before I even begin, that if this comes off sappy or slightly like I'm typing through tears I am.

~JohnDamen just spent two wonderfully long blissful weeks with me here in Ottawa. I didn't post an announcement journal about it because I was so terrified that I if even spoke if it outside my close friends I'd jinx it and he wouldn't be here.

The first week was incredibly rough, but only because I had to go to work and leave him at home with my family. Which they didn't seem to mind, and I love them for that so much. We didn't do much of anything the first week cause I was so dead fucking tired after work except Thursday were we went to the museum of Civilization and saw mummies and the imax mummies movie. AWESOME.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday we were in montreal with my closest friends celebrating Shawna and Dave's marriage. We went out for italian, had a few drinks, went swimming and chilled on friday after the drive down. Saturday we went and checked out the underground mall system and for any shopaholic it was a paradise. For socially angsty people like me and DSG it was very trying, but taking him to the Magical Blend on St. Catherine made up for it. I bought him a precious quartz that had the same energy as mine and marble pentacle for his alter (though he states he's atheist my dsg really is pagan at heart). He bought me another witch's orb for my window and I'm hanging it as soon as I am done here. We were suppose to go out Saturday night to the clubs, but I was feeling sick and I really just wanted to spend some time alone with him so we feigned out and stayed at the hotel watching Discovery (fyi our theme music is the boom-de-ya-da song) See it here Boom De Ya DA that or the theme song to Boston Legal but this will come up later.

Sunday the group of us went out for brunch and had the best diner junk ever, before heading over to the biodome. Pictures to come once I stop crying long enough to post them.

Monday we stayed home and rested exhausted, and watched Boston Legal and slept. And other stuff...Tuesday we went for a car ride in the Gatineau's with my parents, and then came home to more Boston Legal. Wednesday we toured the market, and downtown which I got a couple goodies for the DSG's family and we came home and crashed. I apparently attracted Bronchitis from one of my friends in Mtl and it reared it ugly head. Thursday we hung around the house all morning and went to see Shawna and Dave in the evening with the intent to go to the war museum but instead went to see Fast and Furious. Mmmm Cars.

Friday we spent most of the day in bed, except to venture to Algonquin college to get some application information for him and then we putz'd around Bank before heading home to watch MORE Boston Legal and then snuggled on the couch for the rest of the night.

Saturday was pretty much a repeat of tuesday and friday were we spent most of the day clinging to each other and we went back downtown where I introduced DSG to Shawarma's and the Notre Dame Bascilica. I cringed as much as he did. We came home and spent the night (me napping on the floor under mountains of blankets) and him on the couch watching Boston Legal.

This morning I took him to the airport and have been crying my eyes out ever since.

Its not suppose to hurt this much. When I left Oklahoma last year it hurt. But this is pure unrelenting torture for me. For a while I'd been doubting the strength of our relationship and I've been really wondering what our future would be like, and now I know that without him with me I really am a mess. Companionship and all the snuggles and kisses and laughter aside, I really hate being alone and as soon as I saw him walk out of customs, all that lonely achey cynical crap I wrap myself up in was gone and I was SO happy again. Right now I feel cut open and exposed like an open wound, and I know I have to wrap myself up in that bitch blanket again, but omg I am so in love and love this man its actually a bit daunting to know I have to go through the months without him until I see him again.

You bet your asses I am already planning my next trip to Oklahoma. Baby I miss you so fucking much it hurts like nothing else. I love you so much. Get home safe and call me the second you read this...even though I know you're gonna call the minute you get home anyway...I just want to hear your voice again since I won't be able to hold you until July.

I love you

your minion
your girl




see told you it'd get sappy.

-sniffles-