Well apart from the craziness of school holidays and having a stomach bug everything is going ok.
The guy I have nothing in common with is not the guy from the market, but a guy I met whilst at a bar near my house. I told him straight what I was about and what I wanted. He accepted this and still wants me to hang out now and then with his cousin and his mates. Fine by me I say!!!!!! His cousin........tall, solid, big brown eyes, gorgeous full lips. He is a funny guy but I don't want anything from him. The eyeful I get is enough for me. He is a male tart!! Lets just say he is someone that you could have go out with you all the time to places and not get bored at all.
I think I am ovulating....I know most of you would not want to hear this, but I get a little more fired up about guys during this time. It's happening now. It is just so unlike me to talk to guys when I go out so these past couple of weekends have majorly freaked me out. I feel like a slut and I haven't even touched a guy. Oh its all eye candy. Makes your mouth water.
Well the bar I have been going to have officially named me the Tattooed Piano Girl. Apparently my arse shaking between two pianos was a party goer.....
I am yet to live out my fantasies of draping myself over a piano and singing myself away. The gorgeous piano player even asked me if I wanted to sit with him again whilst he played. FUCK YEAH!!!! God I am so bad at the moment. I guess I never realised there was this kind of talent in my neighbourhood. And to think I was going to move away from here. There might be something to this living in the outer eastern burbs!!!!
Hope all is having a fucking rockin' time. Males......... beware of peering eyes!!!
Album for my listening pleasure: Rock Against Bush Volume 2
Novel for my pleasurable working weekend: Cellar of Horror - The story of Gary Heidnik
The guy I have nothing in common with is not the guy from the market, but a guy I met whilst at a bar near my house. I told him straight what I was about and what I wanted. He accepted this and still wants me to hang out now and then with his cousin and his mates. Fine by me I say!!!!!! His cousin........tall, solid, big brown eyes, gorgeous full lips. He is a funny guy but I don't want anything from him. The eyeful I get is enough for me. He is a male tart!! Lets just say he is someone that you could have go out with you all the time to places and not get bored at all.
I think I am ovulating....I know most of you would not want to hear this, but I get a little more fired up about guys during this time. It's happening now. It is just so unlike me to talk to guys when I go out so these past couple of weekends have majorly freaked me out. I feel like a slut and I haven't even touched a guy. Oh its all eye candy. Makes your mouth water.
Well the bar I have been going to have officially named me the Tattooed Piano Girl. Apparently my arse shaking between two pianos was a party goer.....
I am yet to live out my fantasies of draping myself over a piano and singing myself away. The gorgeous piano player even asked me if I wanted to sit with him again whilst he played. FUCK YEAH!!!! God I am so bad at the moment. I guess I never realised there was this kind of talent in my neighbourhood. And to think I was going to move away from here. There might be something to this living in the outer eastern burbs!!!!
Hope all is having a fucking rockin' time. Males......... beware of peering eyes!!!
Album for my listening pleasure: Rock Against Bush Volume 2
Novel for my pleasurable working weekend: Cellar of Horror - The story of Gary Heidnik
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peart:
I'm glad you liked it
richie6fingers:
lol 