"I never said I was perfect
but I can take you away."
-"Drive You Home" by Garbage
but I can take you away."
-"Drive You Home" by Garbage
Let's see here. I've got loads of scratches down the sides of my body and many more down my back. Yup, I'm back from Indiana with fresh signs of a seriously violent fucking gone wrong. How you like me now?
My guess is that there is something to be said about the enjoyment of a natural high after sex. The drive home was completely at ease. No anticipation or wincing over the number of miles left to go, just the adrenaline to take me home. Pop in the DVD of Garbage's music videos, play at 6.1 surround sound, and do push-ups to help ease yourself down from said high. That's the way it goes, baby.
Cherry lips (Go, baby, go!)
Oh, I could write entry after entry on the how great the high from a long rough fuck can be but that's not what this is about. Silly me. I'm showing signs of wear and tear. As uncomfortable as it is to walk around my neighborhood with major scratches all over myself, it's worth it when 5-Pound Phooey finds herself with a crush. Somehow somewhere there I was with a mouthy Yorkie that likes no one and a little boy dog walks by. After a pitiful exchange of bad words, my dog has a crush on someone that can take her attitude issues. It was weird to be able to walk with someone and her dog instead of being shoo'd away.
So, why am I home? You might think this is early. Sara and I have an odd relationship where we both like to have time away. She wanted to spend the rest of her vacation with some alone time and painting. Me? I wanted to go home all thanks to missing 5-Pound Phooey and waking up earlier than noon. It's nice to have a cat perched above your head and eating your girlfriend's hair but not everyday. I'll even wonder just how long til my balls are replenished with ammo to continue on in enjoying the many splendors of being inside a girl.
Just to give you an idea as to what I will get into, the Harry Potter book is read and discussed, Sara and I got into a long talk on transexuals, and I find myself in love with Sara's car. As for how she is, no hospital stay but Sara may be an epileptic. I hate saying that but the two of us, as fucked up as we are, it somehow works. I'm just happy that 5-Pound Phooey has a crush on a cute little black/white boy doggie and I've had a long hot bath to help come down from this natural high. Various bodily fluids are being replenished as I type this. Will be back in Indiana for a world series of some sorts and a house party with hardcore geeks. Summer may be winding down but we're going out harder than ever. C'mon, shut your mouth and push it as I take a look at the latest porn chosen for sharing by lonely American males! Happy twats all around.
My guess is that there is something to be said about the enjoyment of a natural high after sex. The drive home was completely at ease. No anticipation or wincing over the number of miles left to go, just the adrenaline to take me home. Pop in the DVD of Garbage's music videos, play at 6.1 surround sound, and do push-ups to help ease yourself down from said high. That's the way it goes, baby.
Cherry lips (Go, baby, go!)
Oh, I could write entry after entry on the how great the high from a long rough fuck can be but that's not what this is about. Silly me. I'm showing signs of wear and tear. As uncomfortable as it is to walk around my neighborhood with major scratches all over myself, it's worth it when 5-Pound Phooey finds herself with a crush. Somehow somewhere there I was with a mouthy Yorkie that likes no one and a little boy dog walks by. After a pitiful exchange of bad words, my dog has a crush on someone that can take her attitude issues. It was weird to be able to walk with someone and her dog instead of being shoo'd away.
So, why am I home? You might think this is early. Sara and I have an odd relationship where we both like to have time away. She wanted to spend the rest of her vacation with some alone time and painting. Me? I wanted to go home all thanks to missing 5-Pound Phooey and waking up earlier than noon. It's nice to have a cat perched above your head and eating your girlfriend's hair but not everyday. I'll even wonder just how long til my balls are replenished with ammo to continue on in enjoying the many splendors of being inside a girl.
Just to give you an idea as to what I will get into, the Harry Potter book is read and discussed, Sara and I got into a long talk on transexuals, and I find myself in love with Sara's car. As for how she is, no hospital stay but Sara may be an epileptic. I hate saying that but the two of us, as fucked up as we are, it somehow works. I'm just happy that 5-Pound Phooey has a crush on a cute little black/white boy doggie and I've had a long hot bath to help come down from this natural high. Various bodily fluids are being replenished as I type this. Will be back in Indiana for a world series of some sorts and a house party with hardcore geeks. Summer may be winding down but we're going out harder than ever. C'mon, shut your mouth and push it as I take a look at the latest porn chosen for sharing by lonely American males! Happy twats all around.
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