wasted for the weekend scene.

I want someone to want me. To see my body slinking towards them and have their eyes trained on my every move. I don’t want worship, just appreciation. I want to cook with someone. Put flour on our noses and dance while we wait for the food to cook. I want to lay in the grass and watch the stars. I wanna giggle and exchange passionate kisses. I want to watch fireflies in a hammock for two. Float the day away drinking cold fruity alcoholic beverages. I want someone who let’s me be an airhead, who doesn’t scold me when I’m wrong. Who looks me in the eyes when I talk to them. I want field trips to the library and pretty things. I want someone to build forts with, to go backyard camping with. I want romance, I want a dream come true. Eventually I want children and laughter and creative freedom. Someone who will love me when I’m ugly and will hold my hand as I birth our children. I want to feel like a balloon in the wind, tied to another balloon that keeps me floating. I want someone with something to say, but who can also listen. Someone whose fingertips feel like lightning that never fades. Someone who can keep up with my random jumble of thoughts and help me remember where I put the keys. Someone who will take my panties off with their teeth. Someone who will tease me and please me ten times over. Wh, when I don’t want sex, won’t push me. I want fights and late nights, I want the comfort and the rain. I want something real, something strong, someone who will love all my flaws and love every minute of the weirdness of my mind. I want bong rips and hookah parties. Photographs and shoes as presents. I want boobs and bellybuttons. That’s my true love.

So like.. idk.. two/three months?

good ol lady on lady porn. there’s something about a girl pounding another girl that’s just so beautiful.

i just want to be best friends with justin pierre. life is unfair. 

LETS BE BESTIES, JUSTIN! We can foof eachothers hair and talk about ninjas.

I’ve admitted to you all that I have somewhat of a foot fetish, but mostly for my own feet. I love my feet. My feet are one of my favorite things about me. And I love to look at them and wash them and put them in pretty shoes. Well, last night I just ‘happened’ to jerk my boyfriend off with said dainty feet for the very first time. I can’t say that it was particularly erotic for me. It felt kind of weird, but also, kind of enjoyable. Penises are soft and I liked rubbing my feet against it. 

So, there you go. One of my virginities was given away last night. 

Blugh. My tax return was less than what I wanted it to be. Which is ridiculous. I think I got more last year off of 4 months of work than I did for a whole year of it. That’s kind of bullshit. I thought I was going to get more and now I don’t really know what to do with it. *sigh* Finances are depressing. I need to find a way to make taking my clothes off a lucrative idea. Because I don’t want to be an “exotic dancer”. I guess I’ll fix up my car and buy art supplies as well as save some money for my trips. :P

Laaaame. I’m gonna try to figure something else out. I need more moneyyyy.

Kiss me as if you’ve never hungered for another’s flesh.

Caress me as if you’ve all the time in the world.

Tease me as if nothing else matters.

I want to be deeply enjoyed, like the French and their food. Or a good wine. 

I want elegance and romance and big gestures.

I want kink and dirty fun.

I don’t want your heart, I want your body.

Went out to my mom’s 40th birthday party. Got to leave early and not drive all my drunk family home. Then me and my boyfriend went over to my friend Deb’s house. Ugh we both got super wasted and he called a cab but like 3 hours passed and apparently it never came or something? I ended up puking twice, the second time there was almost nothing. Then I guess I passed out? All I know is I woke up and Travis was fucking puking on Deb’s roommate’s brand new blanket on the couch. I was pissed. I had to get him up, get him to the car, drive him home, make him get undressed and get into bed. Now he’s hogging the bed and it’s 6:30am and I don’t want to go to sleep in the same bed as the man who puked on himself not even an hour ago. Fucking fuck shit. I’m sick of doing things for him like he’s a baby. Is this how the rest of my fucking life is going to be? I’m not cut out for this job of “normal housewife”. Grown ass people should be able to take care of themselves, but I’m pretty sure most straight men have no idea what they are doing and are barely functionable without their mommies to do everything for them. I’m gonna sleep on the fucking couch. Fuck it. 

Fuck you doin? Bullshittin.

Roommate is coming back today after being gone for four days. I don’t want her to come homeeeeeee. Also, this is my attractive face.