i sent myself to my room, hoping to pout out the pouty pouts that have infected this monday. it didn’t work so well. i just masturbated, tossed and turned. nothing seemed to make me feel any better about anything.
now the plan is to eat ice cream and stare at the tv counting the minutes until the fabulous paul westeberg’s lovely visage graces the tube.
if that don’t cheer me up, ain’t nothing gonna.
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curiosity question.
“when you masturbate, do you think of men or women ?”
🙂
i think of men, mostly. but oddly enough a majority of my sex dreams are about or include women. strange, eh?
Well.. errr Jodi…. a watched pot never boils.. but I too counted a little time that night… I even Tivo’d it… deleted now however. Did ya catch our hero on Leno…. much more intimate a performance I think… came across this page by mistake by the way.. just in case you’re wondering… ok bye, Ali
I’m tired