Wanna Be, Wanna Then

Growing up, I can't say that I had any idols. I never wanted to be anyone else.

But if I wanted to wannabe a wannabe, I'd want to wanna be a Panchesco! wannabe. Today's entry is all the living proof you'd need to see why. Not getting to see Richard on a regular basis is the one thing that's going to suck about not coming to Tucson anymore. Yea and verily, it will suck mightily. He's a lovely man.

As for my own lovely man, he's getting out in just over five hours. Even though I've settled down from out-of-my-big-round-head-crazy with worry to merely unnerved and tired as hell, I want it to be over already. I want him done with it and back with me. Hopefully last night will be the last night in a very very long time that he and I will have to sleep apart. Enough already.

That said, I expect he'll come home smelling that rut-inducing smell of his, with the stink of prison and the musk of a borrowed jumpsuit all over him. Penal, penile....which is which again?

Dirrrrrty.