lonely
I am so fucking lonely. I miss my man. I need to get laid. By my husband. 2 more weeks.
I have a lot to talk about but I need to be asleep. Fucking heart palpitations. You can stop now.
My husband went tittie bar hopping tonight and showed pictures of Wendy to strippers. I'm sure he did some less cute things, but he also called me a billion times to tell me he loves me. I feel his pain. I enjoyed the male companionship last night. I am sure he is doing the same...well, except female, you know.
I am happy to know that Double H is still alive inside me.