all i can say is...damn. the things that man does to me.

we had dinner out on the balcony. he liked the steak but he said the pasta was too spicy. it wasn't. he's just a little bitch. and he still ate it. danced to the nookie muzak and got a little tipsy afterwards. then we put the dog away and he tore my ass up for 3 hours. i'm totally working the beat-up coochie walk. he hit it so right i was screaming i didn't want no mo'. that's some good dick right thurr. i'm creaming in my shorts just thinking about it.

i think my hoo-hoo is elastic. whenever we go 2-3 days without sex [and BOB hasn't taken his place] i get really tight. that's obviously a good thing but it's a little weird. i hope it does that when i start shooting babies out of that thing. that's the only thing that worries me about having kids. not being able to *feel* him again.

anyhoos, maymester begins tomorrow so i'm duck-taping my notebook together. that shit gotta last until summer school's over. i'm a cheap bitch and you know school shit don't go on sale until late august. oh snaps, i gotta steal some paper from J. oh yeah, my psych class is every damn day from 9-12. i'm gonna hate that shit.

the good thing about is when i'm done i can just walk over to where J's working and see him for a minute before coming home. i wonder if we'll be able to sneak a quickie in. he found out he's actually getting paid while he's interning. that's pretty sweet. even though money really isn't an issue for us, but i like that he's gonna be making money, even though it ain't much, that's all his.

i gotta figure out what to get his mom for mother's day. i bought my mom some flukes but that would probably be an inappropriate gift for someone who has *issues* with alcohol. so....um yeah, any suggestions?

shit. i'm worn the fuck out.
and i'm all stinky.

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