And because I hate running, and it is my nature, I procrastinated. I don’t think I will be able to shave off 2 minutes in 2 weeks. I honestly believe I will be sent to fitness training, and my graduation will be pushed back.
Damn it.
And because I hate running, and it is my nature, I procrastinated. I don’t think I will be able to shave off 2 minutes in 2 weeks. I honestly believe I will be sent to fitness training, and my graduation will be pushed back.
Damn it.
Oh god. I woke up at 10am yesterday, and haven’t slept since. I just watched my little brother leave for school.
Sweet mother of god. Help!
That’s the sun rising, isn’t it….
That was just my brother getting up to get ready for school, huh…
This was a very bad idea…
my body is just going to revolt, and crap out.
It’s quarter to 4am, and I am wide awake, because I thought that, because I was upset, that it would be a good idea to drink a 16ounce Red Bull at 9pm.
Fuck. My. Life.
Seriously though…
xoxo,
Lolita
I just almost woke my entire home up with laughter, Jesus Christ.
It’s been a long time since someone’s slowly leaned into me, close enough for only the silent air to hear, and whispered how badly they want to fuck me—
feel me from the inside out, and discover all the secrets escaping my body, breathy moans uttering incomplete words, or tiny beads of sweat…
Read it. Read it now.
Exactly 2 weeks from now, I will be in a hotel room, waiting to be shipped off to Fort Jackson, for Basic Training (boot camp). In 2 weeks, I will stop posting, stop responding to everything. I will fall off the face of the earth.
I will be gone until Mid September. If ANYONE wants to stay in touch, Please, Message me your Names, and Mailing addresses, and I promise to write to you. Pinky Swear.
SON OF AN IRATHIANT WHORE.
I’M GOING TO BE IN BOOT CAMP IN 3 WEEKS. I WILL MISS THE LAST FUCKING EPISODE OF DEFIANCE.
FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A VOTAN WEAPON.
Yewell. I swear to Irzu. I will slap you into a whole different race. SO HELP ME GOD.
Datak, if you get any more twisted, pretzels are going to picket Defiance.
Good Datak. Listen to your wife for once.
Quentin’s Mother was Bipolar… Jesus. She never had a chance.
You bitter old Bitty. How dare you use that against the McCauly family. I hope you die.