dear long time to come around diary,
my feet are smoking hot tonight. they really are. of course my body has been through a multitude of temperatures tonight, as well as humidity levels. i've been wet, i've been dry, i've been moist and not so moist. at the present time, i am mostly saturated in relief to finally be home, even if my kitchen does smell like rankly foul pussy. prince harry got to learn a very valuable lesson he will prolly never use in real life earlier. i told him if he was ever deep into a woman's pussy and smelled this same kinda smell in our our kitchen- he should RUN AS FAR AWAY FROM THAT VAGINA AS HE COULD POSSIBLY GET IN THE CONSCIOUS TIME ALLOTTED. he promised that he would but then gave me a face that was NOT so reassuring. i had no idea a bag of rotten onions could smell like THAT.
