Day two of my glorious four-day work-week went off much better than the last, having actually gotten the sleep I needed beforehand. Finished the book I was reading and meditated for about an hour, talked to some of the other folks on set, including the guy who hosted the open mike night I went to.
There was a nice lady who knew a lot of people on set and almost showed us her breasts, but ultimately did not, leaving me disappointed and under my nipple quota of late. The only thing that saves me is the remarkable, nightmarish couplet that was packed into a tiny dress next to me at dinner Friday night. I actually think I may have lost sleep due to that creepy but miraculous pair of older-than-they-want-to-appear titties that this woman felt compelled to try to wrangle into the microscopic top she was wearing.
I love Los Angeles.
And tits.
There was a nice lady who knew a lot of people on set and almost showed us her breasts, but ultimately did not, leaving me disappointed and under my nipple quota of late. The only thing that saves me is the remarkable, nightmarish couplet that was packed into a tiny dress next to me at dinner Friday night. I actually think I may have lost sleep due to that creepy but miraculous pair of older-than-they-want-to-appear titties that this woman felt compelled to try to wrangle into the microscopic top she was wearing.
I love Los Angeles.
And tits.
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perfectequation:
Those are the best things to love. LA and tits. 
m0ngrel:
bewbs ftw!