Can I whine for just a minute?
Dayummm….
My body is aching…aching…aching for some physical attention.
What the hell do you do when you have absolutely no one to call to come and rub on you, fondle you and squeeze your booty?
I don’t know man, but I think I’m about to cry.
I really am. I’m not connected to anyone, anywhere. Ain’t nobody checkin for me.
Lemme stop lying…but I don’t like any of them.
~whining~ I want someone I really like, and who likes me and who wants to have secks on a regular basis and who likes to drink/and or smoke and who is incredibly successful and wealthy or maybe just on his way to being that and he doesn’t mind that I don’t cook or clean and he sees me as the superstar that I am and all he wants to do is make me smile like that is his main mission when he is with me or even when he’s not.
DAYUM!
I really need to have secks!
This is a fucked up way to live!
Bitches!
I hate everybody!