Friday, January 17, 2003
At this moment I SHOULD be working on the 325 projects I got going, but instead I am playing on Gay.com and writing in my journal. Yes, the Rabbi's would be very happy about that.
Right now I am having the most annoying experience of my life. Can the housekeeper STOP STARING AT MY COMPUTER SCREEN!? She is going to see that I am talking to my gays. And then the gig is up. She will be embarrassed and I will have to explain why it's important that I talk to people who have pictures of themself covered in pee.
:-0******
me vomiting
Can people just leave me alone so I can talk to hot gay man and write in my journal all day? I mean...dayim!
Alright...some guy wants me to "cyber" with him. Too bad his body looks like it went through a donut factory.
BOOO WAHHHH! Cuz I mean, who am I kidding? I got "raspberry glazed" strapped all the way around my waist. But online, everyone thinks they are talking to their fantasy man. Too bad I'm at work, or I might let this guy call me up and get off. My theory is, if I don't end up liking you on the phone, I hang up just as you are about to cum.
MAN I'm such a bitch.
It's just...snores.
I love the guys that send me their picture and I end up recognizing the pic from a website I have recently been on.
Or the guy whose pic is of a HUGE bodybuilder, but when they call me on the phone, this little pip-squeak voice is like: "Joe. HYEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Then I barf and hang up right quick! If I wanted a woman to call me and get me off...I'd ask my mother.
Ok SICK!
YAY Weekend!
Here I cum......
Right now I am having the most annoying experience of my life. Can the housekeeper STOP STARING AT MY COMPUTER SCREEN!? She is going to see that I am talking to my gays. And then the gig is up. She will be embarrassed and I will have to explain why it's important that I talk to people who have pictures of themself covered in pee.
:-0******
me vomiting
Can people just leave me alone so I can talk to hot gay man and write in my journal all day? I mean...dayim!
Alright...some guy wants me to "cyber" with him. Too bad his body looks like it went through a donut factory.
BOOO WAHHHH! Cuz I mean, who am I kidding? I got "raspberry glazed" strapped all the way around my waist. But online, everyone thinks they are talking to their fantasy man. Too bad I'm at work, or I might let this guy call me up and get off. My theory is, if I don't end up liking you on the phone, I hang up just as you are about to cum.
MAN I'm such a bitch.
It's just...snores.
I love the guys that send me their picture and I end up recognizing the pic from a website I have recently been on.
Or the guy whose pic is of a HUGE bodybuilder, but when they call me on the phone, this little pip-squeak voice is like: "Joe. HYEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Then I barf and hang up right quick! If I wanted a woman to call me and get me off...I'd ask my mother.
Ok SICK!
YAY Weekend!
Here I cum......
