I'm this close to asking Eduard to come over for a farewell fuck: let him take out his frustration or anger on me, all night. I'm wanton and depraved.He's supposed to return my crap to me, after all. Maybe he'll offer to drive out here. Maybe once he's here, he won't say no.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:57 AM
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Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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