big girls dont cry;
just one song is enough to say what's on my mind.for now,this song.

im dreamy.

anyways,just wanted to share something with you guys which i find rather intricate,the way of writing.found the edited version on Elle's,June 2007 edition.

"money sits still,demure,polite and lets a man contentedly stroke its neck.as a love object,its a courtesan" - Walter Kim,from the book,Money Changes Everything.

and this is from the current book that im reading,Fledgling,Octavia E. Butler.

...He put the money in an inside pocket of his jacket and zipped the pocket."I'll use it to keep us all as safe as I can",he said."But dont imagine I would just drive off and leave you,Shori.I wouldnt.I couldnt."

"I hope it wont be necessary.But if it is necessary to keep you safe,to keep Celia and Brook safe,you'll do it.You will do it!"

He drew back from me,angry,wanting to dispute,yet knowing he would obey."Sometimes i forget that you can do that to me",he said.

"I do it to save your life,"I said.

After a while he sighed."You're a scary little person,"he said.

I had no idea what to say to that so I ignored it."Theodora wanted to come too,"I said."I couldnt let her,even though I wanted her to.The only person I want more is you.I need you to be safe,and i need you to keep Brook and Celia safe. "

He shook his head,then put his arms around my shoulders,his expression going from angry to bemused."That is the most unromantic declaration of love I've ever heard.Or is that what you're saying?Do you love me,Shori,or do I just taste good?"

"You dont taste good,"I said,smiling."You taste wonderful."I grew more serious."I would rather be shot again that lose you".

"More and more romantic,"he said and shook his head.He bent,lifted me off my feet,and kissed me.I nipped him,and i closed my eyes for a moment,submerged in the scent,the feel,and taste of him.

ah yes..mysterious plots of sex in dreams. very enticing.