Sep 22, 2005 00:51
A letter from my brilliant self to drunken Ariel
Hola el Duderino,
The whole incident (heh heh, I just kicked your ass with my spelling sens-ai) sounds rather adrenaline pumping to me. How terribly glad I am that Adrian decided to bring us back so we could party at a house. House parties are much more within my comfort range than are adventures up in to the mountains with strange mysterious and wasted male individuals. How is nate squizzle doing? Are you both still having amazing sex all night long? If you are think of me in my sex dry habitat and send me some sex vibes so I can get laid. I don't think I have been in such dire need of ass in my entire life, what is going on with that? I had a dream last night that I was fucking Booger...shit...Satan help me! (It was a really hot dream though... shit... I need ass.) I am hoping to come up and see you not this weekend but the next, then we can have some drunken adventures together, though hopefully not in the mountains. I lobe you berry much, whips and Chains, Hannahpu