Okay, one more trashy post.
I have a sugar mama. She makes me food and buys me expensive dildos(es?). Speaking of which, Last saturday at my boyfriend's best friend's birthday party, said sugar mama somehow lured me into my bed. At some point through a drunken haze I saw my boyfriend watching us. And all I could do was give out a fleeting"AAACCKK!!". For what seemed like an eternity later (the time space continuum warps when you're on alcohol), unevenly dressed I had to go search for him. It was almost dawn and I'm driving around searching for any sort of lump on the sidewalk. Turns out, he's just passed out under a tree next to my building.
I wonder if Nosferatu would disappear if he saw two ladies making out upside down on each other. I bet he'd just stay there and watch..
Today's Tuneage:
From Our Hips by Cursive
(I am obsessed with this song. Seriously. Just find it.)
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