dear expandable diary,
feeling perky before bed is not how i like to go, but it is how i'll be going tonight. i had the weirdest things happen last night in bed, so that was fun. if you caught that in one of my early morning posts yesterday- i kicked the wall- i was kicking the unibomber in my dream and he was still awake when i did it so- i fucking had to explain what i was doing and i'm not a good cover upper when i'm sleeping either- so when the chicken chested bald headed mother fucker asked me, "who was you kickin at?" i flat out told him, "you bitch." we stayed pretty much out of contact all day, which was fine and i thought later- it could have went the other way and he could have caught me humping the pillow i call my big pussy pillow- the one i sleep with crammed in between my legs. i have to have three pillows- that one i just told you about- a puffy one above my head that i put my arm on, and a flat dumb pillow for my head. so that is two big ones and a flat dumpy one. ima picky pillow person. the most important pillow is my pussy pillow. if i don't have something big between there- it'll throw my back in to funkyville. it'll make it all crickity. a good pussy pillow is my secret to sleeping like a princess. i can get by with two other dumpier pillows if my pussy is happy. well. hail. i really should stop and think about the things i write on here before i start giving away damn near all my secrets. somebody'll be able to find my pussy along side the road and be able to take care of it all without me and then nobody'll be needing the whore anymore. not even my own damned pussy. what a fucking deal.
feeling perky before bed is not how i like to go, but it is how i'll be going tonight. i had the weirdest things happen last night in bed, so that was fun. if you caught that in one of my early morning posts yesterday- i kicked the wall- i was kicking the unibomber in my dream and he was still awake when i did it so- i fucking had to explain what i was doing and i'm not a good cover upper when i'm sleeping either- so when the chicken chested bald headed mother fucker asked me, "who was you kickin at?" i flat out told him, "you bitch." we stayed pretty much out of contact all day, which was fine and i thought later- it could have went the other way and he could have caught me humping the pillow i call my big pussy pillow- the one i sleep with crammed in between my legs. i have to have three pillows- that one i just told you about- a puffy one above my head that i put my arm on, and a flat dumb pillow for my head. so that is two big ones and a flat dumpy one. ima picky pillow person. the most important pillow is my pussy pillow. if i don't have something big between there- it'll throw my back in to funkyville. it'll make it all crickity. a good pussy pillow is my secret to sleeping like a princess. i can get by with two other dumpier pillows if my pussy is happy. well. hail. i really should stop and think about the things i write on here before i start giving away damn near all my secrets. somebody'll be able to find my pussy along side the road and be able to take care of it all without me and then nobody'll be needing the whore anymore. not even my own damned pussy. what a fucking deal.
