| 025: Monday, November 14, 2011: 6AM EST |
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I am horny 24-7. I wish that was an exaggeration, but it's not. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to be faithful when your cock stands at attention every time a girl brushes against you? Apparently, it isn't emotionally attached to Stasia. It just wants to fuck. I swear I'm trying my best to behave, but… this long distance thing fucking sucks. I'm beginning to fucking hate it, and I'm so sick of jacking off that it isn't fucking funny.
She's supposed to be coming home for the holidays. I really, really hope that she can. If she doesn't, I don't know what I'm going to do.
Fuck. This sucks.
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[Stasia]
I miss you, baby. I love you. Have a good day.
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Why so early, class?
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| 024: Saturday, September 10, 2011: 4PM EST |
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September 10th, 2011 @ 3:58pm
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This was so much easier when I was in Los Angeles.
Also… it's annoying when girls choose to ignore the fact that you're telling them that you have a girlfriend.
No means no, dammit.
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I know this will surprise you, but we're having a party tonight. By we, of course, I mean my frat brothers. It goes without saying, but you're all invited.
[Stasia]
I miss you. I love you.
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| 023: (backdated) Tuesday, July 12, 2011: 12PM CST |
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July 19th, 2011 @ 8:20pm
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So... I have a girlfriend.
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Well, that's interesting.
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| 022: Tuesday, April 20, 2010: 3PM EST |
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April 20th, 2010 @ 3:07pm
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Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday dear chocolate god of sex.
Happy birthday to me.
I feel a party coming on. Gonna get fucked up!
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| 021: Sunday, March 21, 2010: 8PM EST |
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March 21st, 2010 @ 10:45pm
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Ooh Baby,
I Be Stuck To You,
Like Glue Baby,
Wanna Spend It All On You,
Baby,
My Room Is The G Spot,
Call Me Mr. Flintstone,
I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I've come to a very, very important conclusion. This song is my theme song. Seriously, they should plan it whenever I walk into a room. Seeing as it also fits my best friend, I will allow him to borrow it whenever he wishes.
Anyway… there is a point to this update.
Women of New York! I need your attention!
My room is the G spot. You can call me Mr. Flintstone 'cause I can make your bed rock.
In other news, my birthday is next month. There'd better be a kick ass party in the works! At the very least, there'd better be some cake. I love cake. I can't get older without celebrating with cake!
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| 020: Thursday, March 11, 2010: 5PM EST |
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I love living in New York, but I really wish I was in Chicago.
Apparently, some guy thought it would be alright to grope my mother. I'm ready to commit murder.
She's been spending time with this guy. When she's free, they meet up for dinner in the evenings. He usually pays. She's assured me that they're not in a relationship, and I've assured her that it would be alright if they were. I thought she was lying to me to spare my feelings. She wasn't.
Last night, they met up for dinner. Rather than going out, he cooked. It's not the first time this has happened. She thought nothing of meeting him at his place.
Dinner was… dinner. Nothing strange or unusual. When she hugged him goodbye, though, he tried to kiss her. She tried to pull away, and he held her. Oh… I forgot the best part… she was leaving because he'd just randomly informed her that he was horny. She saw that as her cue to leave. Well, he kept kissing her. His hands were roaming. She said it took her three minutes to get away from him. Then, he told her that it wouldn't hurt for her to have sex with him.
What. The. Fuck.
No means no, jackass. I'll be coming to Chicago to teach you that lesson.
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| 019: Monday, December 28, 2009: 3:30PM CST |
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December 28th, 2009 @ 4:36pm
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I'm home for the holidays.
Christmas was most excellent. Trick got a lot of cool stuff. Which means, of course, that I got a lot of cool stuff, too! I like it when we get cool stuff for Christmas.
Chicago is boring as hell compared to New York. Seriously. How did I spend the first eighteen years of my life here?
Anyone want to do anything?
Gabby, my love, I've missed you horribly. Tell me that you're prepared to spend some time with me. Trick could even tag along. You know, if you don't think I'm enough to keep you entertained. To be honest, though, I'm certain that I'm more than enough to keep you entertained.
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| 018: Monday, August 31, 2009: 5PM CST |
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Packing. I really hate packing.
I have no freaking clue what I'm going to need between now and November... assuming I go home for Thanksgiving. It could be Christmas before I am back in Chicago.
Worst come to worst, though, the best sister in the entire world will be willing to mail me things... right?
So... Trick and I will be back in New York this Thursday. I hear there's supposed to be some party. You know we weren't going to miss that.
Krysta, my love, you do know what party I'm talking about, don't you? It's supposed to last the whole weekend or something. You're going to hook us up, aren't you, baby? We'll be your dates...
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| 017: Thursday, July 23, 2009: 6PM CST |
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Trick McMillan is the king of all.
My mom wasn't giving me much of a straight answer when I asked her if I could go to NY for a week or two. She kept dancing around the subject and asking me a million questions. She let me go the last time, but she suddenly wasn't sure if Ed and Ashleigh were reliable people. She was worried about paying airfare only to turn around and pay it again when I actually start college. I'm telling you! The woman had a million excuses.
Trick was in the house all of three minutes before she agreed to let me go with him.
WTF?! How does the McMillan charm work better that the Douglass charm when... SHE IS A FREAKING DOUGLASS!
Long story short? We're going to New York, baby! WE'RE GONNA PARRRRRRRRRTY!
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