The Worst
- 1: The worst: Sex that makes you think, I fucking shaved my knees for this shit?
- 2: That bad?
- 1: I actually audibly sighed with boredom at one point.
I dream in cliches.
I awoke from a dream this morning, and could only remember one image from it:
A small piece of paper, no bigger than the kind in a fortune cookie, nailed to a wooden wall with this written on it:
when I found you, I stopped looking.
It was 7am when my alarm woke me and I wanted to go back to sleep, so I opened my eyes only long enough to roll them at myself.
Confession
Sometimes when men catcall me on the street I say thank you even though I know I should say fuck off. Not when they say those are some nice fucking tits but when they say I like that polka-dot dress or something, because, hey, I like it too.
For the record, rainbow parties appall even me, which is saying a lot.
Are kids still doing that rainbow party bullshit? Because I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason someone would Google “what is the best lipstick for blowjobs?” to find my blog.
Sorry, I don’t know the answer to your question. I’m more of lip gloss girl myself, and no one’s kicked me out of bed yet. Does KY make lipstick?
I used to be so fucking cool.
