Electric

I'm back home now. I have her cel phone... with all her cel phone contacts. I'm looking at it and I'm thinking about her. How did I get it? We were betting.

Actually. I just read her blog. She really DOES have a good poker hand. It's amazing. I might even take her with me to Vegas.

A lot of things happened this weekend. I got to know her, even if a little bit better. And then there were atmospheric 'accidents' everywhere. I had never thought things could be quite so interesting. There was lightning all around, darkness surrounding the whole place; a complete blackout. The candles would suddenly blow out and there was total silence. Suddenly some mariachis appeared from nowhere walking along the harbor into a sea of nothingness. I'd never been more surprised. Literally, my jaw dropped. Oh boy! Getting out of there! That was entertaining. We had my mobile's light and suddenly she stops to look at the stars; even if we were in the darkest place, worst hour, lonely as it could be. Incredible.

She surprised me. She can be so adoringly cute when she wants to. It's quite "SHOCKING".

I think I'll change the name of this journal: Lightningrod.blogspot.com (lighting rod= medieval weapon)

UGH. Caterina and Ashley stole Julian's car. That was great for them. We could hear them giggling, running through the blackout as they got to it and left in a rush. I'll be praying for them.

Actually, I'll only pray for Caterina... While Katzereine and I were talking in the kitchen, Miss "I'm a fucking sex addict" and her boyfriend, Mr "I'm a fucking sex addict too", started doing things you're not supposed to do in front of people you actually care about, save you want to traumatize them. They can both shove their happy sex lives up their asses (though they're shoving ENOUGH if you know what I mean). She better enjoy it with the few hours of life she's got left. We actually calculated they do it twice (2.5) times every hour. Really.

There's this thing going on in my head. I can't stop thinking about her. I can't stop thinking about how happy she gets when she wins and how angry when she loses. I can't stop thinking about how everything turned out.

I want the opportunity. I want to hold her and show her what I'm capable of.

Well, for now, she has to be my personal assistant for a week. You see, you should never gamble with Eric Delton.

... she learned that only a tad bit too late.