dear messages not massages diary,
Jesus in the sky- a rub down would would be killer- i would be putty in the hands of a strong man about now. you would hear noises from me never heard before- well not for a very LONG time anyways and enjoy a handsome reward- of which my own stomach just dropped thinking about giving. i love that tingling feeling down there. it makes me feel like i am thirteen again- reading a naughty novel i found hidden in my mother's closet. it still feels just like it did- only i know how to fix it now. getting messages are sometimes difficult when they are not written in a language you can understand. i know this because people like beating around the bush with me all the time and it really pisses a bitch off when you're not supposed to be that smart to begin with- and then they pull that shit. with that said- on the other side of the basket ball fence, (i hate saying court) you got the other mother fuckin fuckwads- that wanna read between the lines (or listen between the words- it does happen) and think THEY know- but they don't know shit- cuz you really ain't as 'dumb' as they got you signed up to be. but at the end of the day- it is all fun and games until someone gets an egg thrown on their tahoe. and see? i have more respect for eggs.
Jesus in the sky- a rub down would would be killer- i would be putty in the hands of a strong man about now. you would hear noises from me never heard before- well not for a very LONG time anyways and enjoy a handsome reward- of which my own stomach just dropped thinking about giving. i love that tingling feeling down there. it makes me feel like i am thirteen again- reading a naughty novel i found hidden in my mother's closet. it still feels just like it did- only i know how to fix it now. getting messages are sometimes difficult when they are not written in a language you can understand. i know this because people like beating around the bush with me all the time and it really pisses a bitch off when you're not supposed to be that smart to begin with- and then they pull that shit. with that said- on the other side of the basket ball fence, (i hate saying court) you got the other mother fuckin fuckwads- that wanna read between the lines (or listen between the words- it does happen) and think THEY know- but they don't know shit- cuz you really ain't as 'dumb' as they got you signed up to be. but at the end of the day- it is all fun and games until someone gets an egg thrown on their tahoe. and see? i have more respect for eggs.
