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Oh I know you best be glad I'm kickin your stank ass outta here. Don't wanna end up on Nancy Grace now do ya?
<3 Court

No one is ever good enough. Especially not me. TYK.

So there's this thing called not inviting Courtney somewhere this weekend so she tells some folks that she's peaceing out for a few days and then you act like a punk and get a "stomach flu". Thought you knew. Thought you knew... But anyway, it was a mutually beneficial sitch, so I aint mad. I'm planning to just like, go all American and pull myself ( Read more... )

If it's any consolation, when your wife took me ( Read more... )

If he showed up at a party I was hosting or on my Chatroulette or in my home group. At first I would introduce myself. What's your name? Ah, cool, I'm Courtney. Be nice, smile a lot, thank him for thanking me for being so honest, being so open. I hear you like Benzos? I'd say, in a cool way, in a way that showed I was just like him. That's cool, I ( Read more... )

I'm watching the second hand on the clock tick down as I sit playing old records. All of a sudden a song comes on that I first heard when I was 17. One afternoon when I'd put my headphones on and walked across the dry lake bed behind my parents house. I was aching with all the things I hadn't had yet: the drugs, the sex, the revolution, the sadness ( Read more... )

My ex texted again today. It’s been two years and I still send him these filthy movies. Things I'd rather no one know about, things I won't ever get cleaned out of my brain. Lately, I want to make him a different kind of movie. I want to film the pictures in my head when I'm cumming. I want him to see the filth and fury and sadness. I started ( Read more... )

I'd rather be dreaming than living ( Read more... )