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Today I decided that I needed a new layout, and here we are. The final product, which isn't "all that," is about the most beautiful woman in the history of the whole world. If some of you haters don't think that Nicole Kidman is hot, then just fucking keep it to yourself. I've always thought that she was hot, no matter how she looks.
To me, Nicole Kidman is the most perfect girl ever.
Just to recap some; I saw Charlie And The Chocolate Factory for the fourth time today, it doesn't lose much of its appeal. I went with Michelle, it was just me and her today. We went to the Galleria, the theater smelled as if someone had pissed all over the floor, this one black lady next to us was snoring in the beginning of the movie, then her daughter woke her up, lol.
We got the movie at 7:15, and when we got to the concession stands I found this War Of The Worlds ticket that was for that day at 6:40, at that time it was 7:08. I decided to trick the theater and tell them that the WOTW ticket was mine, but that I had gotten out to accompany my friend to watch CATCF instead, but they needed a credit card because the WOTW ticket had been purchased with one, they asked me for it, but I said my parents had bought it for me and they had left already. At first the manager said there was nothing he could do about it, but when I said I would call my parents to come and give me the credit card he started believing that the ticket was actually mine, and not that I had found it, which I had. So he asked us to let him see out CATCF tickets, when he saw them he said that I could get a ticket that I could use for any other movie, but not the money. He said that when our movie was over to go to the ticket booth and they would give it to me. Once inside we decided not to go after, it would be too much of a hassle, so we never got the free ticket.
Esi picked us up because there wasn't anymore buses running. End of recap.
To finally get a move on the subject; the other day I wrote a short story. It's about this dream I had. The dream was loosely based on me blowing this guy and him cumming inside my mouth, that's what the story is about. I'll post it soon, maybe tomorrow.
I sprayed Febreze on my carpet, it smelled like piss, now it smells like allergies. I got a lot of pimples on Saturday and Sunday thanks to a mild flu. Now a Joke:
Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?
Because it was dead!
-I slipped the pill into my mouth, but for a second before that, I considered what its implications were. This small, pink pill the one in my fingers, the one given to me by that black transvestite prostitute; the prostitute with the massive shoulders, the one who was always sucking anything her mouth could take in exchange for drugs, would change me. I didn't even know what it was for. I trusted her, for those few minutes we had talked, we had made a connection. She, or whatever it was, knew me. She understood me and looked inside my soul where she noticed all my faults. She never judged me, she turned my faults into our faults, and I needed that. I needed someone to understand me, she looked into my eyes and saw my hunger for that feeling most people never feel. She knew me inside out. I put the pill under my tongue.
I have heard many stories of people getting raped, and I always got pissed off. I always thought that those bitches who were stupid enough to get raped, deserved to get raped.
I remember his tongue and the smell and taste of it; sour milk mixed with cigarettes. I remember hearing my zipper go down, a warm, gooey feeling enveloping my dick. A smell of sweat and underarms seeping out of his body and going into mine. The smell getting inside my body, into my blood, and into my soul. For weeks after that I reeked of it, I tried washing it off four times a day, but it stayed with me. I was covered in his saliva. I knew what was happening, but couldn't stop it. I felt special because he had chosen me. In her mind, I was the target for her sexual release, and that made me like no one on earth. For that time I was hers, no one could have said that.
I carried that as a reminder the rest of my life. I was beautiful, the sour milk smell never let me forget.-
I am so hungry. I'll post the story tomorrow.
To me, Nicole Kidman is the most perfect girl ever.
Just to recap some; I saw Charlie And The Chocolate Factory for the fourth time today, it doesn't lose much of its appeal. I went with Michelle, it was just me and her today. We went to the Galleria, the theater smelled as if someone had pissed all over the floor, this one black lady next to us was snoring in the beginning of the movie, then her daughter woke her up, lol.
We got the movie at 7:15, and when we got to the concession stands I found this War Of The Worlds ticket that was for that day at 6:40, at that time it was 7:08. I decided to trick the theater and tell them that the WOTW ticket was mine, but that I had gotten out to accompany my friend to watch CATCF instead, but they needed a credit card because the WOTW ticket had been purchased with one, they asked me for it, but I said my parents had bought it for me and they had left already. At first the manager said there was nothing he could do about it, but when I said I would call my parents to come and give me the credit card he started believing that the ticket was actually mine, and not that I had found it, which I had. So he asked us to let him see out CATCF tickets, when he saw them he said that I could get a ticket that I could use for any other movie, but not the money. He said that when our movie was over to go to the ticket booth and they would give it to me. Once inside we decided not to go after, it would be too much of a hassle, so we never got the free ticket.
Esi picked us up because there wasn't anymore buses running. End of recap.
To finally get a move on the subject; the other day I wrote a short story. It's about this dream I had. The dream was loosely based on me blowing this guy and him cumming inside my mouth, that's what the story is about. I'll post it soon, maybe tomorrow.
I sprayed Febreze on my carpet, it smelled like piss, now it smells like allergies. I got a lot of pimples on Saturday and Sunday thanks to a mild flu. Now a Joke:
Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?
Because it was dead!
-I slipped the pill into my mouth, but for a second before that, I considered what its implications were. This small, pink pill the one in my fingers, the one given to me by that black transvestite prostitute; the prostitute with the massive shoulders, the one who was always sucking anything her mouth could take in exchange for drugs, would change me. I didn't even know what it was for. I trusted her, for those few minutes we had talked, we had made a connection. She, or whatever it was, knew me. She understood me and looked inside my soul where she noticed all my faults. She never judged me, she turned my faults into our faults, and I needed that. I needed someone to understand me, she looked into my eyes and saw my hunger for that feeling most people never feel. She knew me inside out. I put the pill under my tongue.
I have heard many stories of people getting raped, and I always got pissed off. I always thought that those bitches who were stupid enough to get raped, deserved to get raped.
I remember his tongue and the smell and taste of it; sour milk mixed with cigarettes. I remember hearing my zipper go down, a warm, gooey feeling enveloping my dick. A smell of sweat and underarms seeping out of his body and going into mine. The smell getting inside my body, into my blood, and into my soul. For weeks after that I reeked of it, I tried washing it off four times a day, but it stayed with me. I was covered in his saliva. I knew what was happening, but couldn't stop it. I felt special because he had chosen me. In her mind, I was the target for her sexual release, and that made me like no one on earth. For that time I was hers, no one could have said that.
I carried that as a reminder the rest of my life. I was beautiful, the sour milk smell never let me forget.-
I am so hungry. I'll post the story tomorrow.