I’m pullin’ over near your building, I light a candle on the dashboard, we’re chillin’. I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this, you got class but deep down you’re real freakish, you got it all, but you never had a wild episode. – ‘Backseat’ ~ LL Cool J Original journal … More Backseat.
“I find myself enticed by other birds wearing tight shit with nice tits and nice lips and nice hips who like dick imbibe jizz and ride stick, they come clutch then I dip then I’m pissed then I grip a bottle of white bits, I swallow them quick then it’s myself and my bic.” – … More Spaycee’s Secret.
“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead.” – Marilyn Monroe Because my random ass is random, we’re going to discuss “forehead kisses” for a minute. Well, I’ll discuss. You’ll read. This is, after all, MY blog. So girlfriend of mine, mid-storytelling, says, “And I don’t know … More Forehead Kisses.
I’m not even sure how to start this or where this is going to end up but I’m sure that once I let my mind wander with thoughts of you, words will spill uncontrollably onto this pad of paper, the way you spill uncontrollably….well, you know what I’m saying. It’s so cliché, but from that … More Dear Sir…
It’s currently 4:55 a.m. and I’m laying in one of Trillium Mississauga’s beds, hooked up to a heart monitor, ECG machine (aren’t they the same thing?!), the blood pressure machine and an IV drip. And no one knows I’m here. Except my son, who happened to be awake at 3 a.m. I swear he’s his … More I’m Too Tired To Think Of A Title…
It’s my birthday tomorrow. And maybe it’s because I’m turning a “big, round number” but I’m reflecting. I have a folder in my email titled “Things Worth Saving” and decided to peruse through it. Wow. I don’t want to call it a mistake but it’s got me all nostalgic and shit. Emails I’ve sent and … More Big, Round Number.
I don’t do reviews. I have opinions that I’d rather keep to myself, unless an opinion is asked of me of course. But let it be told that this is in no way, shape, or form a review. I don’t read erotica. Aside from Anne Rice’s “Exit to Eden” when I was 20 years old, … More How Many Shades Are You?