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a little explication for the sweltering masses...

i was kissed by a ghost on saturday.

the ghost was lost five years hence and yet came walking in someone else's door on saturday night. and found me.

i barely remember the gesture, except that while it was happening i was just gone. everything was just gone, except the smell and taste and texture and surprise. it happened so quickly.

i guess he'd been looking for me, too.

in the day that followed i got four hours of sleep, woke up like cinderella with a blistering hangover and a missing earring, wondering what mischief i'd wrought the previous evening. felt the roughness left on my chin and remembered everything. perhaps that's why i couldn't go back to sleep.

i tried to remedy this by retiring at eight o'clock last night. needless to say, that didn't do me a lot of good.

i remain exhausted. and perplexed. i don't know if i'm even going to rise to the challenge this time. i'm not sure i've got the energy left. j

but then, how does a girl say no to anyone who kisses like that?

there will be more on the raging battle between self-preservation and desire as the story unfolds. or fails to, as i suspect is the more likely case.

honestly. sometimes i feel like i'm stuck in a b-rated mexican soap opera.