bitter stilettos

ran into gurra yesterday at asteroids house and we shared a sibling spliff. he was telling me about the trip to barcelona, how the girls and cocaine made a perfect human eight ball. we had a moment on the balcony that overlooks the sin city we all are reluctant to leave.

dropped by mr story writers house to "talk" about the shit he pulled on sunday morning. very bad idea. i didn't come to smoke the peace pipe, i came for the make up sex. instead the boy was pulling a edgar allan poe on my ass. i was green in my face when he finished his reading-out-the-lovely-poem-session. why does this sadness always fallen down on me. all i ask for is an asshole that treat me like the bitch i try to be and gives me inappropriate bite marks. i will give you the full girlfriend experience with french kissing, hugging, talking, and even eating a meal together (breakfast, bitch please). But I am NOT your girlfriend. Im not saying this cause Im bitter Im saying this cause this is who I am until I meet my perfect match. N than I will fall deeply in love w the handsome asshole and get a even more handsome lover while marrying the man of my dream that will once again break my heart.

i don't like blonde boys

since steph came to down our life has gone totally fucking loco. from getting picked up by dutch blood cocks to talking about sexual intercourse for a good 6h. last night took the grand prize thou, we can all agree upon that.

i draw a cock necklace on mr fellatios neckline with the japanese shower cream jules got and he looked pretty swell while i was laughing my wet arse off in the bathtub. no one knew how long we were standing there like two idiots but we agreed upon putting the shower head back. fellatio asked me to dry myself in front of him and once again i felt like i fulfilled another one of his wet dreams. we falls asleep with our face spraying a bad amount of hangover breath at each other. totally romantic if it wouldn't be the fact that he is a 22 yr old stallion and Im a 28 yr old minx. than the most impossible thing happened this morning around 9am. mr story writer is knocking on my front door, demanding me to open up. sadly i became the ego bitch i am and told him to fuck off or i will call the police. not until i told him he is disturbing my morning sex he left. i go back to bed while fellatio is giving me the funny face "u drive all men crazy eh"? we go back to sleep and drinks espresso while we freeze together downstairs in my ikea kitchen.

while this was taken place steph and jules was sucking kfc chickens somewhere else in town. we are all sluts and for some its a period but for us we a re permanently damaged. God won't punish us (julie blames her cold on it). i think i miss sweden and thats why i kissed a blondie today. i don't like blonde boys.

its like a crime scene - on his pants

....my floor, my sheets, my towels.

Met up with Steph that missed out last night due to a sprained ankle during sexual engagement earlier this week. We talked about the benefits between flesh cock and blood cock. Jules was pounding the coffee table to show us some 7 sec italian action.

its not neat

when i was younger i would lay in my bed thinking about how my first love would break my heart. when i turned 15 i gave away one thing that i thought would change everything, not my puss but my heart. it got scattered all over some random stoney beach by the mediterranen sea and i thought i knew what pain was. i have broken myself over and over again and let others do that for me whenever i m on the lazy side. not much of a confession but it means something to me. now that I'm almost hitting the big 3 and the big 0 n it still makes me deny the fact that i havnt done my homework or passed any of exams in this subject for that matter. big adventure big failure big love big lost big fucking pain.

i was sitting in his sofa last night with my knees close to my chest when i told him this one time when the love of my life found me in bed with another man during our "break". i thought i didn't had a conscious and could throw around memories like that w/o any guilt but isn't karma a bitch. 10min later i excused myself and put my shinny boots on and said thank you and goodbye. its not that i don't like you, i just can't let myself go again. not now and not in a long fucking while. I'm sorry for the things i says in bed in the mid of night. i mean every word of it thou. Don't.

when february ends march comes. never been the kind that lies in bed and make perfect movie scenarios of my life. Don´t

dont be sorry. No one gets away with being blunt the way you do

14:40

today i only feel like giving out bitchslaps. no bitches around so Im stuffing my mouth full of chewing tobacco instead. Jules is at the hospital checking if she won the lottery, she wants me to be the godmother if she got a bastard in her tummy. somehow i got this feeling that bastards are always delivered to the world with a bad ass sticker on their forehead.

i don't write that much anymore cause i have successfully filled my life with a path that runs from point A (home) to Point B (office). it is lame, it is sad, but it is fulfilling.

there is a boy, no I'm lying. more like a man. when he speaks i cum. thats it.

what happens in shanghai

its been quiet for a while i know. its been non stop weekdays followed by please don't stop weekends. I met a boy, I don't think it will last but I like the way he talks to me about his work. Its like listening to a radio n than realize you can have wild sex with that electrical machine. My boss - mr ceo - was here last week. We ended up anywhere a decent human being that appreciates good scotch and a pleasant view would end up at. Conclusion, what happens in this city will hopefully stay here. Just like he said: "this is the sin city".

tomo i am going to some nerdy technology conference for girls. we probable gonna decorate each others mac air with pink hello kitty stickers.