This Doesn't Happen to Normal People

But what DOES happen to normal people? Email: iamthecoloursapphire@yahoo.com

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

The fracass has come to its final stupidity. The finality of it being final. The end, no more. Oh, well. I love him. I'd rather not.
And now I get to be a slave. We'll call him Raven Black. Anyway, Raven's coming this weekend. All weekend of fucking, sounds like fun. Fucking and drinking and s&m. I AM one of those twisted bitches.
But tonight I get to fuck and drink, too. Only I'm more looking forward to the drinking than the fucking. Ah, the pleasures of alcohol.
Laters