cakemix

last night must have been cathartic/closure/epiphany or insert another word here. i felt so shit seeing the boy and really beat myself up over the fact that he didn't want to fuck me. but i woke up in the middle of the night and just thought what the fuck am i doing mourning a future when the present really wasn't that great?

the night before i wrote in my sg journal how i needed some backburners and that i could probably talk myself out of loving the boy as it was hurting so much trying to keep things together with him

so now he is gone = well except for the hotel room we have booked for sweet sweet bootie call love the night before i fly to l.a. sex is just too good between us and we are soo compatible that its not something we could give up. my jewelled butt plug obsession i guess just isn't for everyone...