Wednesday Sep 15, 2004

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by the time i got to my bicep i began to radiate a primitive stink. i sensed he wanted to rip off my jogging shorts, so i rushed for the deodorant but my mating call had already been called. he snuck into the steam room and tried pokin' me like the holy ghost.
he said " I'M A MID-LIFE CRISIS FAG".
i can't resist the teenage stink.
now, my bicep was the last muscle that needed attention, and my training would be complete.
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artchick:
laugh-- you rock. Yeah, it sounds like there was a lot of heavy stuff in that relationship. I've been with my boy since I was 14 (married almost 4 years, but together most of the past 11.) So I get how getting together young can leave some interesting imprints. It sucks that you stopped talking, but I can see why. At various bad parts of my relationship, if I didn't cut off completely I would be sucked in against my will, regardless of what was best. The magnetic nature of ourselves would make it such that we couldn't help it.

So tell me about your new honey. wink

[Edited on Sep 16, 2004 2:58AM]
papawheelie:
this got me thinking...

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