it upsets me a little bit that I have never had sex on a diving board and that I have 8 a.m. classes every day next semester.
my trachea has been winnowing away since Wednesday morning when my allergies or vulnerability to the Hanta virus kicked in, and the bonfire last night pretty much destroyed the remainder along with a few of my more cherished brain cells and the elasticity of my lungs.
this is why we are not going anywhere today and instead sleeping a lot and wearing shirts with dumb slogans and maybe eating more cheesecake than you can imagine.
as poorly located as my school is, I must say, it's very helpful that it's within easy walking distance of the best cheesecake in the fucking universe. gotten me through many a rainy day, it has.
or, like, two, because it's so goddamn expensive.
whatever. ummm. yesterday I got a package in the mail from one of my dearly favoritest people of all time. it is five pieces of chocolate that spell out "U R A Q T." my heart is all asqueal. because she remembered the time I went to the toy aisle in a Target store and made a talking alphabet frog say "U R A Q T. I O U A B J" and sent me some relevant chocolate. this woman has an all-access ticket into my pants.
you might, too, but I will save that discussion for another day. for now I am going to do something evil with this lovely creature who came all the way from Philly just to see my sweet sweet ass.
be well, folks.
my trachea has been winnowing away since Wednesday morning when my allergies or vulnerability to the Hanta virus kicked in, and the bonfire last night pretty much destroyed the remainder along with a few of my more cherished brain cells and the elasticity of my lungs.
this is why we are not going anywhere today and instead sleeping a lot and wearing shirts with dumb slogans and maybe eating more cheesecake than you can imagine.
as poorly located as my school is, I must say, it's very helpful that it's within easy walking distance of the best cheesecake in the fucking universe. gotten me through many a rainy day, it has.
or, like, two, because it's so goddamn expensive.
whatever. ummm. yesterday I got a package in the mail from one of my dearly favoritest people of all time. it is five pieces of chocolate that spell out "U R A Q T." my heart is all asqueal. because she remembered the time I went to the toy aisle in a Target store and made a talking alphabet frog say "U R A Q T. I O U A B J" and sent me some relevant chocolate. this woman has an all-access ticket into my pants.
you might, too, but I will save that discussion for another day. for now I am going to do something evil with this lovely creature who came all the way from Philly just to see my sweet sweet ass.
be well, folks.
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frontline99:
Until you mentioned the diving board thing I had forgotten that I am offended myself that I have never eaten cheesecake on a diving board.
y:
How on earth does the picture remind you of nearly running over a poor wee raccoon's head? 