Time check, it is now 1011hr on a Hari Raya Puasa Holiday and I just woke up.. I'm getting groggy again and well, woke up listening to music. Was surfing for pictures the other day and saw something... THIS I GOTTA PUT UP
That's really funny. I didn't know there are twenty ways to play with a "Pussy Cat" If you catch my drift. Honestly.. I've always thought for guys; it's every hole's a goal.. I didn't expect stuff like that.
I guess it's pretty clear that I am lonely and besides, even though the Roadster is still going after me, it's a kind of different feeling.. maybe because he's not here and I have turned away into a fantasy world where I can find some solice towards life and towards men. (Not that it gives me such comfort anymore.) For once I wish i don't have to pretend being the way I am, the cute bubbly, nice buddy gal friend that every guy is cool with.. I mean.. I wish I could for once be the Biatch that I am.. the gloomy soul.. the inner child released.