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Remember Jack? Holiday CSP?
Well, he came over this morning. It was good. I find it slightly aggravating though, that boys are red hot all over you in the first half...then once you yourself have finally warmed up, they've already jerked off in the shower while you were on the phone to your mum.
Goddamn, girls are so much better in bed than boys. No joke.
R called me last night and my head nearly exploded with happiness. Only, I'd had a bit to drink so I think I must've been a bit loud. Oh dear. Well, I told him I'd call tonight. Which I will. *does a little dance...makes a little love...generally gets down tonight*.
I'm wearing Jack's senior jersey and it smells nice.
HA. We were on the bus coming back from Bellbowrie when this giant semi-trailer pulled up behind us. We were sitting in the back seat of the bus and the driver of the semi, who must have been like 102 not out, was giving us the eye. And suddenly Jack grabs me and Sim Kisses me. Okay, a Sim Kiss is a really, over-the-top passionate French kiss accompanied by groaning and lots of head swooshing and hair rubbing. Just like on the Sims. Anyway, we're Sim Kissing like there's not tomorrow and Jack slams his hand against the window. You know, like in Titanic? And it trails down leaving that hand print thing? Well, he does that.
And the fucking window spiders! You know how little vein-like cracks spread really fast? The fucking City Council Bus window did that. Because Jack was wearing a kind of chunky ring. Seriously, it didn't make a noise, only a clunk from the ring. Good grief.
Needless to say, we stopped Sim Kissing, got off the bus at the next stop and pissed ourselves walking until we got to Indooroopilly.
Well, he came over this morning. It was good. I find it slightly aggravating though, that boys are red hot all over you in the first half...then once you yourself have finally warmed up, they've already jerked off in the shower while you were on the phone to your mum.
Goddamn, girls are so much better in bed than boys. No joke.
R called me last night and my head nearly exploded with happiness. Only, I'd had a bit to drink so I think I must've been a bit loud. Oh dear. Well, I told him I'd call tonight. Which I will. *does a little dance...makes a little love...generally gets down tonight*.
I'm wearing Jack's senior jersey and it smells nice.
HA. We were on the bus coming back from Bellbowrie when this giant semi-trailer pulled up behind us. We were sitting in the back seat of the bus and the driver of the semi, who must have been like 102 not out, was giving us the eye. And suddenly Jack grabs me and Sim Kisses me. Okay, a Sim Kiss is a really, over-the-top passionate French kiss accompanied by groaning and lots of head swooshing and hair rubbing. Just like on the Sims. Anyway, we're Sim Kissing like there's not tomorrow and Jack slams his hand against the window. You know, like in Titanic? And it trails down leaving that hand print thing? Well, he does that.
And the fucking window spiders! You know how little vein-like cracks spread really fast? The fucking City Council Bus window did that. Because Jack was wearing a kind of chunky ring. Seriously, it didn't make a noise, only a clunk from the ring. Good grief.
Needless to say, we stopped Sim Kissing, got off the bus at the next stop and pissed ourselves walking until we got to Indooroopilly.