There are few things that arouse me more than a girl with a nice hard ass wearing a tight pair of pinstripe trousers. No other pattern or pant style will do. I suspect that this odd preferense is a lingering vestige of the attraction I felt for a certain girl from the past. How strange though that out of all of her many wonderful and sexy attibutes I would focus on her pants.
And no, she wasn't a stripper.
Thursday, March 13
Thursday, March 6
All I ever do is talk about the weather
Snow tomorrow! Or so we are promised.
It seems so unlikely following a sunny, sixty degree day, but such is the capriciousness of weather. I meant to post a blog from my phone about Valentine's day, but the damned thing wouldn't send. I place all of the blame squarely on Google, and accept none of it for myself. I won't give up though. I have just this moment thought of a possible solution. There may be a Valentine's post in April. Keep alert.
I miss having snows at least once a year. I need more heavy snows while I am still young enough to enjoy them. I wonder where I got this love for inclimate weather? Too much Mary Shelly as a child?
It seems so unlikely following a sunny, sixty degree day, but such is the capriciousness of weather. I meant to post a blog from my phone about Valentine's day, but the damned thing wouldn't send. I place all of the blame squarely on Google, and accept none of it for myself. I won't give up though. I have just this moment thought of a possible solution. There may be a Valentine's post in April. Keep alert.
I miss having snows at least once a year. I need more heavy snows while I am still young enough to enjoy them. I wonder where I got this love for inclimate weather? Too much Mary Shelly as a child?
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