April 23, 2011

the sheets ain't fresh

dear if i was able to think for myself diary,

knowing all that is required to live a happy life, i would jump at the opportunity to remove all of my clothing and shoot to the nearest freshly linen bed and slide in naked and sleep for the next 14 hours in a soundproof room- no phones- no lights- no motorcars- just me and a sexy hairy chested man and becky and a bottle or two of aquafina- if dude don't wanna share. that to me is the idea of a perfect evening of romance. nothing sounds better to me in the entire world- except maybe a knock on the door and jimmy johns- after a fucking serious romp maybe. duh. i think that's what i need now. becky- the bed- and jimmy johns later. i'll go ahead and keep my clothes on tonight.