Sunday, Nov. 20, 2005 - 5:06 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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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.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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