Uninspired
Posted on November 11, 2009I’m home alone. Alone. No fucking. Though I could have had someone here fucking me if I had been told that I would be home alone.
I’ve decided to give a talking to the roommates: They have GOT to tell me when they’re going to be gone for a few hours at a time, especially on the weekends. I tell them when I’m going to be gone at night s
o they can fuck if they want; I expect the same courtesy.
I want to do what these cute little figures are doing, dammit. Instead, I’m going to be making buttermilk cookies.
And masturbating. I have two new toys that need to be broken in.
I swear. True (lame) story.
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