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Sunday, Nov. 20, 2005 - 5:06 a.m. Cost of the War in Iraq
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WARNING!!!! if you know me personally, you may read my diary, but if you do, you take the chance of hearing things you don't want to know, misunderstanding what I've written and being hurt by it. If you are unsure if it is ok to read, save yourself and me the grief and heartache, and ask first!!! Please note that this is a DIARY, ie my subjective feelings, hearsay, suppositions, and outpourings of ranting of the moment. It does not represent objective news, the whole of what I think of a topic or someone, or even a thought-out representation of any of the above. Keep that in mind. Thanks. * Here is a Diary Etiquette Read Me. Walking Funny Well, let's just say that he um, thinks I smell good. and I have beautiful features. And I have a nice ass (OK I said that to him first ... while um, running my fingers over it... clothes on!, and he said 'you too"). and he kisses, um. really well. It is a long time since someone smelled my neck. Really it is. OK, I did go out dancing at the cabaret and he went home to work on his music, around 10:15. Which was just exactly my plan. He said he'd walk funny going home. hehe. 4 People have left cute, callous or caring comments on the wench's wordiness!! Go to "notes" instead of comments ps, you'll need to email me for a username and password
previous meanderings - future past Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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