Fragmentary and elusive
One more trip to the dentist is requried to fix a bit more damage, and then it's off to the oral surgeon for the wisdom teeth extractions. The Chemist got his wisdom teeth (he had six instead of the usual four) extracted on his birthday a number of years back. Though, I suppose, the fact that when we came over to visit his then girlfriend was putting her shirt back probably meant it wasn't a total waste of a day for him.
I despise sleeping during the night. I want to be up during the night and sleeping during the day. That's the way it should be. Now I'm up during the day when that hot, annoying sun is floating in the sky. This simply will not do.
For some reason a cute geek boy has invaded my fantasies. Making out with him while rubbing our cocks together; staring up at him as he's poised above me while slipped inside; teasing each other with hands and mouths; walking around naked, making dinner, copping a feel here and there; in the shower, cover in suds with slippery skin. The right cock can be damn appealing.
The Italian Girl called and we're going thrift store hopping next week with the Violinist. When did the two of them get to be such good friends? I'm not really that daft, am I?
My father's birthday is the day after the fifth Harry Potter book gets released. He's a really big Harry Potter fan, which surprised us all when he blazed through the first four books in a couple of days the year before last. If only the book was released a week before. sigh.
I'm thinking that Subterranean Homesick Blues probably qualifies as a folk rap song. For some reason the possiblity makes me giddy.
One more trip to the dentist is requried to fix a bit more damage, and then it's off to the oral surgeon for the wisdom teeth extractions. The Chemist got his wisdom teeth (he had six instead of the usual four) extracted on his birthday a number of years back. Though, I suppose, the fact that when we came over to visit his then girlfriend was putting her shirt back probably meant it wasn't a total waste of a day for him.
I despise sleeping during the night. I want to be up during the night and sleeping during the day. That's the way it should be. Now I'm up during the day when that hot, annoying sun is floating in the sky. This simply will not do.
For some reason a cute geek boy has invaded my fantasies. Making out with him while rubbing our cocks together; staring up at him as he's poised above me while slipped inside; teasing each other with hands and mouths; walking around naked, making dinner, copping a feel here and there; in the shower, cover in suds with slippery skin. The right cock can be damn appealing.
The Italian Girl called and we're going thrift store hopping next week with the Violinist. When did the two of them get to be such good friends? I'm not really that daft, am I?
My father's birthday is the day after the fifth Harry Potter book gets released. He's a really big Harry Potter fan, which surprised us all when he blazed through the first four books in a couple of days the year before last. If only the book was released a week before. sigh.
I'm thinking that Subterranean Homesick Blues probably qualifies as a folk rap song. For some reason the possiblity makes me giddy.
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Remember: Day-Bad, Night-Good. Sleep- For the Weak.
At least thats what Ive learnt from a year of film school.