This is shaping up to be a great day. I slept a full eight hours, baked corn muffins for my coworkers, read a trashy Anita Blake novel, and walked around in the park with my coffee. Now I’m at the dungeon with new stockings and red lipstick. It’s the little things that […]
My drunken sarcasm translates badly on the Internet. Still, my first two commenters got it wrong. Can we give the stereotypes a rest? I’m a whore, which doesn’t tell you anything about my character. I guess I’m friendly, but that doesn’t make me a whore. And all sorts of people use […]
So much drunk! I wonder if I will regret coming out to my college acquaintances tomorrow.
I did it sober (which is to say, before the drinking ensued, but after I developed a crush on the boy). We’ll see. I suspect that sleeping with arrogant, entitled rich boys would be disastrous — but […]
Blaurgh, home from class and I am so tired. Why did I go out last night? Oh, right, the sodomy.
I used to be crazy about anal sex — receptive, that is. For a long time I didn’t take it, then I got nervous about it, and then I felt like a hypocrite […]
As if I weren’t a cliche before (young, thin, white upper-middle-class girl tries sex work) I am officially a college co-ed.
Let the Google hits roll in, baby. If only they made me money; I just spent $150 on a textbook. And that’s peanuts to tuition. I forsee many long nights at the dungeon, writing my […]
