my mobile phone is rated [ R ] for randy...
i feel so putrid, i just wanna vom and get it over with.
work is the pits. four fucking hours to go.
note to self: never ever drink vodka/butterscoth shots again. ever.
so, tripped last friday. went to heather frahns cd launch.
partied on, went to shotz, it was dead as and sucked.
some dude fully macked on to adrian, like, just came up and started necking him.
total freak out, then he was crunching chips right into ade's ear.
went home, rage, cam whore, stayed up all night.
slept all saturday, grovery shop and dvd rentals ahoy.
babysat my lil bro and got maggot, teaching him such bad lessons in life.
sunday was unremarkable, as was most of this week.
bedtime = 9:30pm, so fucking softcore it hurts.
totally antsy yesterday, went shopping as sex wasnt an option
- black satin corset with red ribbon lacing
- matching panties with ribbon lacing in crotch area
- black and white lace spankies
- cream fur coat, hip lenght with vinatge brooch
- perfume
cant stop sending flirty texts. so bad, totally above board.
still crushing, its unrealistic but unresolved.
fucking hornbag.