26 February 2009 (US)
Guess what..no really guess what. Okay i'll give you two clues MAX. 1, it has to do with a boy, and 2 I haven't shagged him, YET. Which is ironic because I was trying..to shag him that is, but the fact that I wasn't exactly head over heels always kinda through the wrench in anything going further. But lo and behold why did I get the most delightful phone call from you saidboi asking if we could shag. Literally that was what the phone call was about, which as morbid as it sounds did not phase me in any way. Don't get me wrong I am most definitely not that type of girl, but when your one in a while eye candy propositions you one can't immediately say no. So i did the sensible thing and told him I'd have my answer by Sunday. Needless to say I'm a bit on a roll, because a few hours later youknowwhomIkindastillloathe called me out of the blue asking for his own shag session. To be honest I'm a bit flattered by all this hoopla, where most girls consider such questions a tad bit indecent, I find it a bit humorous. I was just sitting down with my girls musing on about having a willing and able belly warmer during the summer months, but with all these options life is now a beach chair. Oh and for my white boy, I don't think it's going to work, of course I didn't tell him yet, being that I still need to eat..but he's going to be getting the boot in in a week or two. I can't say I won't miss him, he was the kindest man I've never been with. Sadly that's what made hurt "us" in the end. Nice guys always finish last. ALWAYS.
