2003-12-09
best prepared for camp
all we've got in common is which side we're on and if we're makin it that way. whether we take it up the ass or just suck, it makes no difference who we are. my childhood... a sincere reflection. nothing got in my way unless it was my brother or parents, and i cried rivers until i got my way. and i usually did which drove most people insane. it was until my cousin told me that my tears tasted like salt (and they did). it also consisted of many popsicles and experimentation to no end. i kissed girls and boys even at a young age and considered it normal. i didn't know exactly what to do with vaginas and boobs, but i knew they were meant for something. perhaps my childhood is like the beginning of a book; forshadowing the conclusion. i never did my homework and i was an incredible procrastinator. i didn't understand my parent's relationship although i tried.
never got into sports or athletics
oilandwater at 3:57 a.m.