I've been real busy...
The following message was left on my voice mail:
"Bryan, It's Candice. I changed my mind. I'd really like to have my scarf back. I could come get it, or if you really wouldn't mind driving here, tomorrow would be great for me. Give me a call."
Yeah, she wants it.
I never claimed to be noble. I'm not the boy next door. I like a girl best when she's on her knees.
Everything is boring me. Don't tell me to see a movie, don't recommend a good book. Your pretentious crap annoys me, and I probably wouldn't like it. I need the good stuff in life. Not images on a screen, not words on a page. I want my own experiences.
Yesterday I rode around on the subway for hours trying to find myself. I looked too low and noticed that I could see up the skirt of a 40-something woman and her panties were black lace. She did nothing to hide this, so I left the subway at the next available stop and jerked off in a nearby restroom. Flushing my load down the toilet made me think of how I'll be as a father. I left the restroom and handed a bum the loose bills in my pocket. I wondered what his story was and in my head I made one up. It was such a good story, I wanted to cry.
And the oscar for the best performance as an actor goes to...Bryan!
I had a date with Sophia. She ordered Sushi and I decided we weren't meant to be. Sushi is too trendy and I told her so. "It's a light meal!" She insists, but one look at her at her trendwhore bag and expensive shoes and I know she's making excuses. Speaking of excuses, it was a nice try when she told me she had to go pee and really puked up her raw fish. "Bulemia is trendy too." I tell her.
"I didn't puke." She insists, but she left some for later on her shirt. She's embarrassed and I'm grossed out, but I'll fuck her anyway.
I never claimed to be noble.
"Bryan, It's Candice. I changed my mind. I'd really like to have my scarf back. I could come get it, or if you really wouldn't mind driving here, tomorrow would be great for me. Give me a call."
Yeah, she wants it.
I never claimed to be noble. I'm not the boy next door. I like a girl best when she's on her knees.
Everything is boring me. Don't tell me to see a movie, don't recommend a good book. Your pretentious crap annoys me, and I probably wouldn't like it. I need the good stuff in life. Not images on a screen, not words on a page. I want my own experiences.
Yesterday I rode around on the subway for hours trying to find myself. I looked too low and noticed that I could see up the skirt of a 40-something woman and her panties were black lace. She did nothing to hide this, so I left the subway at the next available stop and jerked off in a nearby restroom. Flushing my load down the toilet made me think of how I'll be as a father. I left the restroom and handed a bum the loose bills in my pocket. I wondered what his story was and in my head I made one up. It was such a good story, I wanted to cry.
And the oscar for the best performance as an actor goes to...Bryan!
I had a date with Sophia. She ordered Sushi and I decided we weren't meant to be. Sushi is too trendy and I told her so. "It's a light meal!" She insists, but one look at her at her trendwhore bag and expensive shoes and I know she's making excuses. Speaking of excuses, it was a nice try when she told me she had to go pee and really puked up her raw fish. "Bulemia is trendy too." I tell her.
"I didn't puke." She insists, but she left some for later on her shirt. She's embarrassed and I'm grossed out, but I'll fuck her anyway.
I never claimed to be noble.