2003-08-29 - 11:34 p.m.
dear diary,
i'm a little tipsy. and playing around on webcam. and i talked a sixteen year old boy into taking his shirt off. on cam.
and this is why i'm a lecher.
and like, that's the kind of dirt that doesn't wash off, ya know?
and someone on that buddy list o mine was talking about mcgriddles and now i can't stop fucking thinking about them.
and did i mention that i haven't gotten laid yet?
did you know that when someone you care about dies, it makes you feel really non sexy? i didn't know it either. because i'd rather fuck away the grief but apparently people i know don't feel the same way.
does auto erotic asphyxiation work for girls too?
if i smoke one more cigarette i'll officially be sexier than flo from mel's diner. you know, grits and kissing and etc.
do you have those nights where you feel a little drunk but in a nice way and like you want to get rammed with one hundred pummeling cocks while you're blindfolded to enhance your senses and whatnot and maybe in the fantasy some yarn is involved, because yarn really doesn't get enough attention as it should in the world and somewhere in the background you're listening to a speech hitler made on repeat and just as you're about to orgasm you get the song rocketman by elton john stuck in your head and you're instantly bombarded with images of old gay men dry kissing and it makes you not wanna orgasm at all so you roll over and go sleep with one hundred cocks still inside of you?
me neither.