my birthday. it came (heh heh). it went. nothing too exciting happened. notoriously my bdays have been met with some trepidation, something always seems to happen to quash my good mood, but not this time. this time it was all gypsy eyes and tingley sensations. think of that in any manner you like.
my only ONLY complaint was that poota was not here, but she says she is cuming up for a day soon, maybe, if jesus wants to come for a visit too. and then after that shes cuming up for an extended stay. either way, internet world: we will be reunited, planets will collide, and the stars will align. or we will just get real drunk off whiskatea, fight chodes, give each other black eyes, and probably get asked to perform certain sexual acts while walking downtown...again.
watch out. im excited already.
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We are two totally awesome ladies who lived the life of celibacy for eight months. It sucked but we both learned alot. Bookcase lives in the mountains of the south and is classy and assertive, baking her muffins and walking her rottweiler. Pootalatte (me) lives in the coastal marshlands of the south and I am wild and emotional, going to college and walking my yorkie/chihuahua. We basically talk about our sex lives and being single/not single/maybe single?
evidence of which you need only to look in our archive, hotel rooms, urine. hawtness.
ReplyDeleteFIGHT CHODES PEE ON EACH OTHER WE ARE SO MEANT TO BE. by tingling sensation you mean dr. scholes?
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