Holy shit I am OLD.

Not physically (godDAMN I am still fine as fuck) but in the brainmeats. When exactly did I stop spending all my brain energy contemplating Nikki Sixx's dick size (really small as it turns out) and start figuring shit outFucking meatsuit. Fucking hormones. Fucking brains ( Read more... )

So last night the phone rang. Fratboy had all of 5 free seconds available during a crazy shift and he used them to call and tell me he missed me. Filled with all the squish in the world I crawled back into bed with the boys, where I had been trying (rather unsuccessfully) to convince them that thunderstorms are cool not scary. Fitzy ( Read more... )