Go, go, Gadget always-down-to-fuck dick!
Did I ever tell you about that sex chair I saw a long time ago on Kink, a CityTV show? You could change the penis attachments and do different positions? Chair! Can you hear me? I feel like I want Jesus to bless me with that chair instead of my dream guy
I had a date yesterday, and as soon as he hugged me, I could smell the cigarette smoke on him, which really sucked because I was looking forward to meeting him. I can’t be with a smoker; even when they are not smoking, I can smell it on their clothes, in their hair, on their fingers.
A small hiatus from dating I am taking. Like very mini, maybe one to two weeks. There are a few things I need to get sorted, including planning my trip to Winnipeg – I’m not sure if I want to see the museum then jump back in the train if possible, or I could make it a full trip and go for a week. Epic Artist date! I feel the need to go alone.
Sharon sent the quote below this week. Timely for me.
And my Dad has the one below as his DP in What’s App. I like it, but I don’t know if I LIKE it. Before I fully decide, I need the details – Is this a teenage boy storm that will leave a whole buncha shit behind for me to clean up? Or is this a grown woman who knows how to cook and have a clean kitchen by the time dinner is ready type storm? I’m down for type two.
Death to teenage boys, man-babies and cavemen!
I have more to tell you, but it’s already 10:00 PM, and I don’t know if I’m tired, hungry, dehydrated, drunk, annoyed, or something else or all of the above.
Good night!
Thu Apr 04
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