lukebunny

So, I just wrote off a nasty letter to a guy who deserved it. He's lying to his Girlfriend about fucking someone without a condom. Exposing her to stuff, Having recently been in his girlfriends shoes, I am feeling for her. I am sitting here wondering if I am HIV positive. If I have Herpes. Hep C. You can't trust anyone. Ever. I tell people who come anywhere near my dick what the score is. How the Hell did *I* become the good guy. The one who is unwilling to put others health at risk so I can get off. And god to I love to get off. Preferably inside someone else, but I digress. It feels strange to be that guy. I finally caved and became a suicide girl. I have some friends on here, I like looking at nekkid folk, and now I have an excuse to keep a journal of sorts. We'll see how this goes. I realy need to get fucked in the ass again. And put my dick somewhere. I hope that guy writes back to me, I am in the mood for a good fight. Not that online bickering is the same as a boot to the skull, but in a pinch it will do. Try to make my words an ice pick to drive into his skull. Suck out his brain juices. I have a vision of a coconut with a straw in it, drinking the milk. Except it is his fat, oblong head. And when I am done with my snack, I go bowling.