That's Fucked Up

No run today. Why? Because our house is blanketed in a gentle and gorgeous freshet of snow. It's breathtaking. I took pictures, but getting them here involves cameras and cords and email and all that rot.

Besides, I'm distracted.

I threatened to tell you about one of our neighbors. Instead I will tell you about another. His family lives next door to us and are of middle-eastern descent. Brown-skinned, dark-haired, dark-eyed, extremely friendly, and athletic is this boy. He looks like Disney's Aladdin. He's frequently out wrestling his brother or playing soccer or doing other sweaty boy things. He always waves to us and gives me a little smile and has this... spark in his eyes.

And yes, you guessed it.

I totally and completely want to bone him.

How old is he? Um... does that really matter? I mean, in matters of love and... boning lithe willing boys, does that really matter? I mean, legally it matters I guess. And there's the whole "emotionally not prepared for that" thing. And I'd say I could teach him something (hello, Mrs. Robinson), but I know nothing.

Damn. I need to go to confession or something. Wait, not Catholic.

Besides, the priest wouldn't be able to hear me over the fapping sound.

Oh, gross. I'm so sorry for that.

Um... that's all. I need to go take care of something. Ignore that fapping sound.

Addendum:
After posting this I asked R to read it. He laughed and gave me a look. "So did writing that make you horny?" To which I replied, "Um, no. I was horny, and that's the reason I wrote that. Now go put on your Aladdin costume."