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[18 Jul 2003|01:00pm] |
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what i should be doing is having sex right now. That's what I should be doing. But he can't get here until tomorrow and that sucks. One person, forever. That means that when in the mood you will patiently wait for your one and only to come home. This doesn't bother me much. It's kind of a fun little game in my mind. What bothers me is that the sex is slowly moving into meat and potato and no more! That is starting to annoy me. A lot. I want certain things I'm not getting. I used to say I could never imagine cheating on my man. That's morfed into I could never cheat on my man. Screw the imagine. Imagine is what gets me through the days when the sex is just that sex. No foreplay, no touching, no anything. It's just sex. Clearly we are going to have to have a nice long talk about the importance of... S-E-X!
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[17 Jul 2003|11:48pm] |
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This journal is for me to rant and rave about whatever I want. I'm choosing SEX as my fucking topic. So, this journal is rated R. If you are easily offended you may want to not come here ever again. If you wanna hear some stories... and read some interesting shit...feel free to stick around. Oh, and I'm not talking about the meat and potato sex either. I'm talking dirty stuff boys and girls. That's all this journal is here for.
"Because I'm a good little girl who never says shit anymore...but inside I'm still a closet whore."
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