On New Year's Eve I got to make out after all. It wasn't with who I originally wanted to make out with, but it was an alright substitute I guess.
Problem was, that the dude was kinda a shitty kisser. Like sometimes he would all kiss me and it would be good, but then other times he would be rammin his tounge down my throat and I just wasn't into that.
I wonder if I could train him....
To top it off nicely, he's a minister's son. How wicked cool could that be?!
Problem was, that the dude was kinda a shitty kisser. Like sometimes he would all kiss me and it would be good, but then other times he would be rammin his tounge down my throat and I just wasn't into that.
I wonder if I could train him....

To top it off nicely, he's a minister's son. How wicked cool could that be?!
'no fair I wanna be kissed'
then I read this journal entry.
At least my kiss was awesome, no nasty tongues rammed down throat or anything.