if theres anyone who enjoys the delicate dance of courtship its me. if theres anyone who understands the importance of pace its the busblogger. if anyone in LA realizes and appreciates the finer parts of the curve of a neck its you cuz if anyone saw your knees buckle as teeth grazed your shoulder in the parkinglot of the pinkberry it was us.

its cute how youre trying to stay in control or regain control or assume control but control young girl is an illusion and justlikethat its gone just like me if lame priorities are held higher than more important ones.

youre gonna have one last chance to ride in my dirty car. a magical machine given to me by the readers of this url. and when you get into that car, if you choose to, you will be presented with the long arm of the law. and that arm is going to rest where it should, on your smooth tanned thigh. and there isnt gonna be a gucci purse in its way, and there aint gonna be a whine or a sigh or even the cutest cry. its gonna be greeted with your hand, which will rest on top of it.

the stereo will magically switch over to sirius 11 which now hosts the led zeppelin station and the bs will end and the games will end and the jokes will end and the phoniness will be over. theres a time and place for those things and you’ll know when to role play but faking like you dont want me close is not the type of acting hollywood has been waiting for.

if youre good you’ll get pulled pork wednesday, so iron yr skirt. and if youre bad you’ll get dessert.