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I drank 115 ounces, give or take, of water yesterday.
I'm up to about 40 now today.
Maybe it'll make me not wanna eat.
I ate a lot yesterday.
Ach.
I miss my Jersey girl a lot.
We don't talk too much of late.
She feels like home.
Our hands look cute together...
just give me medicine...
-Addie. <2 |
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I like people.
Of any gender.
As long at they're hot.
Rawr!
-Addie. <2 |
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Bleach is never the best idea.
And yet here I sit, 20 hours and two envelopes of bleach and a third of my bottle of developer later.
Steph is special.
We were sitting outside Pantas at like, 2:30 last night, drunk, singing "Love Will Tear Us Apart" and someone on the third floor opened their window and yelled at us to shut up. If they heard us, they were obviously still awake.
ELJ's basement is weird as fuck.
Drinking Vampire wine [and then other assorted drinks] with Steph and her room mate Allie is for the win.
My room mate needs to wake up. What the fuck.
Anyway.
Brooklyn is for the win. YAY.
-Addie. <2
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| ahem.
<< I should write poetic porn for you. Just so you know how hot and bothered I am rightnow.
<< Hmm. Well. It's not that poetic.
<< I don't think there's a poetic way of saying "I wanna put two fingers inside you to stimulate your g-spot and then lick and suck your clit until you come harder then you could ever hope to just by touching yourself."
<< Jesus fucking christ.
>> Goddaaaaaaaaaamn
>> Yes, please do that. Right now.
<< There's no poetic way of saying "I want you to arch your back and moan and grind your hips against my face."
>> Oh, trust me, I will.
<< It's not poetic to say "I want you to wear stiletto heels so you can jab them into my back just so I know your enjoying it."
<< Or "I wish you had longer finger nails so you could draw blood by scratching my neck, trying to force my face harder against you."
>> I'm gonna stop biting my nails now.
Oh. Hmm. Well.
Can my whore please be here like, now? |
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