| Tuesday, April 13, 2010, 4:44:19 AM |
since I refuse to dip my pen in company ink, and UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES will I fuck a local, I've been sort of high strung lately. there is no one around to give me a good fucking. I briefly considered attempting to pick up the delicious Filipino boy from the south who came to do some IT work for us. he was wearing green contacts, which at first turned me off because it's kind of weird and materialistic, but eventually intrigued me due to the contrast... and made me wonder just how much primping he had done below the belt. for some reason coloured contacts = shaved pubes, in my mind. but it would have been very awkward to try hitting on him and would probably be unsuccessful for a variety of reasons. and even if I were successful, it would have caused drama. woe :/ I am doomed to be celibate for the next two years... |
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