othelladub's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bottlecaps HT {font-size:8pt;gpmt-weight:normal;font-family:"Time New Roman","Lithos Regular"} P{line-height:8pt;font-size:8pt;font-family:"Times New Roman", "Times New Roman"} "I don't listen to music by people I don't wanna fuck."- Patti Smith "Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul" -Marilyn Monroe
message in a bottle
There I was, writing the last letter I'd ever write. Donna was gone for the holidays, and Susanne had just arrived from bermuda.
Her thighs tapered down into tan cylinders of lust, buffeted by sharp knees with just the right bend ratio.
"Are you hungry?" asked a weary Susanne, sweat flitting of her forehead as she crashed to a seating position, impaling the recliner.
Several hours previous I had inhaled fried fish. Ah, that was good. So no, I wasn't hungry.
"Yeah," I said. "Starving."
11:18 p.m. - 2003-06-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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