[for Jenny - dated to April 29]
Why the fuck did I ever think it was a good idea to exercise so goddamn much? Really, who gives a fuck? Well, whatever. I'm not exercising now, not even close, and it's great.
I woke up this morning, decided it was too goddamn early, and went back to sleep. It was late morning before I finally decided to haul my ass to the compound and get a shower. Fuck shaving, though. I found that chick Helen, the one that's fucking Guarnere and who the fuck knows besides, around lunchtime and asked her to slip me a bottle of something from the stash she's got up there at the club. She was so shocked I think she was about to say yes, but in the end the chintzy bitch wouldn't give me anything. She did let me get a nice feel of those unbelievable tits and a taste of those cherry lips, though, so the conversation wasn't a total waste.
Now I'm sacked out on the beach, smoking my way through a pack of cigarettes and watching the pretty broads go by in various states of undress. I still need booze, something I'll probably just get from Nix later - hell, I gave him that fucking cellar, the least he could do is pony up a bottle or four. My immediate concern, however, is getting some fucking pussy. Why the fuck that hasn't been more of a concern before this, I have no idea.
I woke up this morning, decided it was too goddamn early, and went back to sleep. It was late morning before I finally decided to haul my ass to the compound and get a shower. Fuck shaving, though. I found that chick Helen, the one that's fucking Guarnere and who the fuck knows besides, around lunchtime and asked her to slip me a bottle of something from the stash she's got up there at the club. She was so shocked I think she was about to say yes, but in the end the chintzy bitch wouldn't give me anything. She did let me get a nice feel of those unbelievable tits and a taste of those cherry lips, though, so the conversation wasn't a total waste.
Now I'm sacked out on the beach, smoking my way through a pack of cigarettes and watching the pretty broads go by in various states of undress. I still need booze, something I'll probably just get from Nix later - hell, I gave him that fucking cellar, the least he could do is pony up a bottle or four. My immediate concern, however, is getting some fucking pussy. Why the fuck that hasn't been more of a concern before this, I have no idea.