I've been thinking about stalkers and psychos.

About loosing my heart a second time to a Canadian slaveboy.

About what a stupid, fucked-up idea this whole thing is.

And see, it's ok that I think about it now, worry about it now... because by now, he's already on his way, more or less. He's not anywhere I can contact him. I can't tell him to change his mind. Can't back out.

So this is my time. Panic time.

This is when I go blissfully, completely mad... and in two days, I will be sane again. *grin*

Funny how easy it is to miss someone I've never met... and the weird part of it is that knowing Kadin is coming seems to have... eh. I want to say 'opened my eyes' but that sounds corny. It's made me realize how good things are here. How much I love Caleb. How much I love Nick. How happy I am with life-as-it-is... problems and all.

I am INCREDIBLY glad that the kitten is arriving. I do not intend to let him come between me and my other boys. EVER. Any more than I'd let them come between him and I.

I am a very demanding Jax.