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There is a new girl in the office next door who looks hot - which is very odd, as this is a government facility. My boss noticed her, and pointed out she had a "passion mark" on her neck. That seems weird for an adult to me. It struck me that I couldn't remember the last time I had a hickey. How about you?
When was the last time you had a hickey? How did you get it, who was it from, did you cover it up and how, and do you actively avoid marks today or is your passion expressed in a way that doesn't leave those particular marks?
My answer: honestly I can't remember the last time I had a hickey. I learned how to chomp without leaving marks in high school, and also in high school kind of got used to the neck chomp so it's not as passion-provoking as it once was. Someone may correct my memory, but I suspect I haven't had an actual hickey in at least 5 years - maybe 10.
I just love it when I press my tongue into you and you explode in my mouth.
José to a truffle
I took my icon-plushie with me last night to chronos, which was cute until I realized carrying the little fella with me all night was a pain. I danced with him in hand more than once - I'm sore that I don't think Putz caught one such incident in pictures. It was noted that I was boxing-dancing again - so I did at least one song with my hands in my pockets. Please tell me who taught cosmo how to count to 4 in german so I can kick them in the teeth. I was as weird as I worried I might be though, so I ran away before midnight and hid in the dark playing Lords II. I wish I could figure out why I like playing this and starcraft, alone, doing scenarios I know I can win (really flat-out cheating in L2) over and over.
I made the horrible mistake of reading this week's savage love while eating toast. Breakfast interrupted. Bathroom even scarier.
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Also...no amount of skill, technique, or knowledge can overcome the "oops...I was that drunk..sorry."
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omg lol
Karl gave me hickeys all the time, so I guess my last one must have been a few months ago.
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I was sexless in high school, so while everyone else was getting covered in hickeys, I was simply sitting back and being judgmental and/or jealous.
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The screaming at the dj/other dancers to "pump it up you fuckers", or whatever, I can deal with.
The lack of underwear and the kilt and the purposeful spinning around/falling down just to show his junk I cannot deal with.
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I bruise super easy though (due to the low blood pressure???) and I feel the need to hide the bruises at work. I'm not a battered woman, honest!
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Would it not be more effective to cut out the middle-man and kick Cosmo in the teeth? Or at least more rewarding?
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Also, OH. MY. God. Thanks for the savage love linkage jose.
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