When i was young my mother's biggest fear was that I would end up having some sort of emergency and have to be rushed to the hospital where it would be discovered that I was wearing dirty underwear.
I hope my kid is well behaved enough for that to be my main concern.
Belly buttons are amazing things. During pregnancy they sometimes pop out like a turkey timer. And then once the baby's arrived, POOF! they disappear again.
So there I was, turning the corner of a building when I ran right smack dab into a gorgeous brunette, who just happened to be carrying a large iced coffee from the Starbucks, one shop down. The top popped off, iced coffee all over my blouse and even some down the open vee at the top and instantly hard nipples.
She apologized right away while simultaneously reaching out to brush some off of my chest.
I lost my breath and barely managed a smile before hurrying to my car and driving home with mad thoughts of the clumsy HOT bitch's hands on me.
Some people...
She fucked up an otherwise perfectly boring and uneventful day.
dear god I figure since you created everything and stuff you must be the king of the internet, and so you're probablly reading this and chuckling to yourself. But please your highness this isn't a joke. Please let a krispy Kreme doughnut shop open within a block of my house. Oh and if you wouldn't mind world peace but first the doughnuts.
Since there is a Waffle House off every second exit south of Illinois and east of Texas, how come there aren't any in California? And more importantly, how starving and broke am I that I ever wish there were?
I found a diary from when I was 13 apparently I was frious that I didn't get to go to a spring dance with the boy of my dreams, I vowed to fast until I could be with my true love, guess that never worked out although I'm still furious with my mother thats another can of monkeys