Well, that's fucked up. My post about my dad's birthday yesterday turned into "O". Fuck it, it was my dad's birthday yesterday. Happy (Belated, though that's not my fault) Birthday, daddy!! God, I hope he doesn't read this, though. I mean, he's GOT the address here and everything, but DAMN! Sex and depression and love and toys and pain...and topics that NO ONE wants their father to know about. But I think that the cussing would steer him clear if nothing else. Then again, he IS a dirty old man...damn, that's a creepy, creepy thought. *shudder*
Back to a happy place...
Or at least not a creepy one...
Up and down, back and forth. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me. He loves me.
Laters