Sometimes you find someone interesting, and you talk to them often, and you're pretty sure they find you interesting as well. It's fun for a while. Then, for some reason, you start to notice they don't seem to find you interesting anymore.
And it doesn't even bother you that much... It's mainly that you don't know what to do with that realization.

Fucking in the Rain

User Friendly: That was nice. The kissing was specialy sweet.

soon: "Director's Cut"

she is leaving home

No more headaches no more heartbreaks
I'm gonna leave you where
I met you





I want somebody to call me honey

oh ,baby, i feel so down

last nite i wrote in some door ..in some bathroom that i love him...
i just know this because today I couldn´t use my eyeliner ...
what a shame!

Change of habit

When we are discussing our relationship. (I don´t know how I can call our relation )
In this discussion , he said to me that we fuck for habit, I said that we fuck for insistence
I don´t usually swallow on Tuesdays and Thursdays after my morning orange juice
I should change my habits...and spit more times...



IN HIS FACE

Skyscraper

I'm tired of pop culture telling me love is something you find, when such a great thing as love could only be builded.

Big-Words & Good-Cook

If we give them each a number it should be less confusing.


[And I just realized the title of this post seems a lot more pornographic than it actually is!]

give me chocolate!

Even if it takes a while to kick in, you can always feel it in the end: rejection has an unmistakeably bitter aftertaste.

that's what I want

I know what I want.
You act like you don't. So do you, by the way. Actually, you too, come to think of it!

I am surrounded by confused men sending mixed messages. It makes no sense that women are supposed to be the complicated gender.

Guy number one tells me he loves me, then says the same to someone else. All I want is the truth.

Guy number two touches my thighs, then says the time isn't right. All I want is some fun.

Guy number three doesn't respond, but later looks deep into my eyes, and then disappears, and then touches my thighs (am I really misinterpreting all this thigh-touching that's been going on?). All I want is something casual.


You guys figure it out, and call me when you do, hoping I haven't changed my mind by then. Wouldn't it be nice...