So I haven't spoken to Julia yet...
I must still be a little more sick then I realized, because I have been sleeping a ton. Last night I fell to asleep a little past two, and me being the night owl I am, that is not like me at all.
Jeff got his nipples pierced, which is fun for me because now when he fights me I can smack his booby and win. Yay Erika!!
This other girl Jamie went too, and I got to see her do hers, and she has really nice breasts. A little big for me, they are around a D, but as perky as they can be at that size and with gorgeous nipples.
I dream so strangely... I dream of running, of flying, of nudity. But I am never running from anything, I am never flying away, and I am never bothered by my nakedness. I always feel lost. Lost bothers me. How many years more will I feel lost before I can settle and relax? Before I can get a house and say, This is my home.
My doormat will say Welcome Home.
My hall will say Home is Where the Heart is.
I will paint the walls in obscene colors that I cannot do anywhere else. A red dining room, a purple bathroom, a blue guestroom with pinstripes on one wall. And the autographs of everyone who sleeps in it on another. There will be posters on the ceilings, and vines for my kids, because they are such brats and I know that they would love it. Especially Stuka, who likes to inspect strangers from afar.
And I love the way your hand finds mine in our sleep...
Jeff got his nipples pierced, which is fun for me because now when he fights me I can smack his booby and win. Yay Erika!!
This other girl Jamie went too, and I got to see her do hers, and she has really nice breasts. A little big for me, they are around a D, but as perky as they can be at that size and with gorgeous nipples.
I dream so strangely... I dream of running, of flying, of nudity. But I am never running from anything, I am never flying away, and I am never bothered by my nakedness. I always feel lost. Lost bothers me. How many years more will I feel lost before I can settle and relax? Before I can get a house and say, This is my home.
My doormat will say Welcome Home.
My hall will say Home is Where the Heart is.
I will paint the walls in obscene colors that I cannot do anywhere else. A red dining room, a purple bathroom, a blue guestroom with pinstripes on one wall. And the autographs of everyone who sleeps in it on another. There will be posters on the ceilings, and vines for my kids, because they are such brats and I know that they would love it. Especially Stuka, who likes to inspect strangers from afar.
And I love the way your hand finds mine in our sleep...