vixxen_

I'm thinking about exes lately for some reason. Also, about my tendency to add body mods with every significant breakup. It's like, I want to add something to myself that has never been his. In this order: Two tattoos, a conch, a navel, and lobes. I know I would have gotten them anyway, but somehow it is more satisfying at those times. I wonder if that is healthy thinking or neurotic functioning. My enter key doesn't work. I had creme brulee last night at a fancy restaurant and on one of the weirdest three person dates ever. I love brulee beyond words.