I need to find that elusive feeling of satisfaction.
I'm wearing extra small black satin panties, looking flawless, and life isn't too shabby. Still, something is missing. Maybe he or this isn't enough for me. It's wasting my time. He gets turned on wearing my clothes. If only it were the same for me. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
I should take P up on his offer for a drink. He's simple and free, and genius always looks good on a person. A friend and depressants never hurt. Much. And he'll sing with me.
6:12 p.m. - 2009-07-23