I stood and stared at the toaster this morning thinking it would be less painful if I just went ahead and stuck my damn hand in it. Slow...

Alcohol. That sweetest of fucking bitches. I think of my lips around that Bombay sapphire like your lips around my pussy, theres a need...

I’m on my balcony right now windows open, nice breeze today, it’s lovely. Theres a couple sitting on the wall of the river below, madly...

Airports are truly horrible places. Or maybe I need a different outlook? Lets go with sarcastically amusing. Been sitting in Salt Lake...