*...peers out into the mists surrounding her, looking for pale hair, strong hands and in theory anyway, a nice ass...*

And I know it's a bit late for this, but if it's someone who happens to know the same Snowtygrrr I do? Did? Whatever... wish him a belated happy birthday from me, k? It was what, a week and a half ago? Something like that. And knowing him, he STILL doesn't check his email more than once a bloody year or so... and yeah. I'm a coward. No way in hell I'm emailing the Dragon.

Besides, he disappeared, not me. *sighs, and looks into the darkness again* I wish he hadn't. He was fun to talk with... a decent... hrm. Not power struggle, exactly, more like... have you ever seen two young tigers wrestling? Like that. Friendly - not harmless, certainly, but not deadly either - and damned fun.

I miss that.

This would be one of the reasons why I miss talking to Rhett, too... although the reasons there get much more complicated. *blinks a bit* I wonder how he's doing? I wonder if it would amuse him to know that I still, to this day, get slightly weak in the knees when I see blue or black hairdye... or that every now and then I wake up, all startled and blinking, still half-lost in a dream that took place in one of the world he told me about as I was curled up beside him, my head on his lap, drifting contentedly in a warm, slightly-bruised pool of pleasure...

*shrugs*

I miss a lot of things.

Go read the last few entries, in case you missed 'em. I've written a LOT in the last 24 hours or so. And I've somewhat-updated my favorites list again... gods, it's huge now... and there is someone I desperately need to remember to email, or even call if I can find a way... please, don't let me forget...

*slinks off to bed, has to get up early tomorrow and it's already nearly 2:00 am*