I Lost Myself.

She was engaged to the perfect boy. She was the slut around the corner but still had the cute tiny figure and an all around american girl. I just watch this from the sidelines with an inside source, so let me take you down... down.

This boy sweet as could be, bit of an ass but you could talk to him about anything. Smart, a little too grown up for his age, good thing but could come down in a fast flame.

She loved attention, didn't know when to shut up. The typical petite cutie every guy loved.

To me, well I hated her she annoyed me, had shark teeth, the smile of chucky, and made everything about herself. I noticed all her flaws and hated her. The boys saw her as perfect, lust on legs.
Anyways, then another boy came around. Once again very mature for his age, scrawny, very intelligent, hilarious, great guy. He immediately caught her eye. Even letting go of the fact she is engaged to the perfect boy... But here comes an almost better one. He loved her as well. Both of them full of lust for one another. Nothing happened until today.... And today her fiance broke. Something is wrong and I'm not sure why. But I hope the best for this boy, great guy and deserves royalty.. not trash off of any rich corner. Good luck boy.

Weird Time.

I'm noticing a change in my mind manner. I feel as though I have been taken from my home been wrapped in plastic and stored away for shipment into some other world. I give myself choices and decisions about time in which I feel I barely have. I am so caught up with everything else that I never have time for myself. I crave and desire attention from the world. But they keep me in that box wrapped up and forgotten about. The little antique they don't care to put out. I could be valuable and they talk about from time to time, but just do that. What can I do but just keep to myself? When I am let out I become excited and then annoying and too much to handle so they put me away again. I'm sort of that little ornament thats a bit of an eye soar and kind of an embarrassment to even have. But you still feel proud to have me.... Oh the year of 19 is a stuck unsure year. Very unpleasant... 19 is an unlucky number for me. Lets hope the best for a 20.

Va Va Voom Baby

I got those pasties driving boys crazy. I got the red g string pulling at their teeth and taunting their every desire. My fresh never touch pussy smells of a citrus orange. Juicy and ready to be bitten into. Which boy was going to be the first to make a girls flower throb? Walking up and down the stage making their hearts pound with every step, stride, and wink. My red lips and black eyes kept their attention every time. As I would touch my inner thighs, and bring my hands up around my breasts only made their mouths water that much more.
My music was fading and so that meant I had to leave them with a salute from their third leg. I waved them goodbye and made sure my tits bounced as I stomped off the stage. Give them one last tease. Shouts and roars all around the stage. The attention was all I needed. I felt so damn good. Now to go find my lucky guy tonight.



p.s.
well... if that wasn't fun to write then I don't know what was.

Scratch Head

NEEDS:

- Coffee Maker :(
- New Ideas
- Save the world (possibly?)
- To be happy
- Not give up
- Not care what people think
- Have skin that doesn't get sun burned in 2 seconds!


Wants:

- Coffee Maker :)
- My Canon Camera
- Haircut
- Shoes
- Clothes
- Material bullshit



No story today, probably a relief.