"What's your name? Cause I'm impressed. Can you treat me good? I won't settle for less. Playing hardball, Baby you got what I want. A hot boy, an on top boy, a rock boy. Where else are you gonna be in the middle of the night other than up in the sheets with me? Keep me on my toes and feel the tingle in my spine. Won't you come and satisfy me? I will be lovin you endlessly."
"No, I'm not a virgin, doesn't mean I'm having sex with ya. Baby, look me in the eyes, am I the kind of girl you like? I'm independent. I don't fall in love easily."
"Right now, lick it good. First, you gotta put your neck into it. Don't stop, just DO IT DO IT just like you should! You might roll dubs, you have G's but fuck that, get on your knees."
"Throw him on the bed, throw him on the floor, turn on the camera, start the freak show."
"Do you want a taste?"


I kept getting told that because I don't have a boyfriend it's because I don't want one. I don't know what I think about that. I don't think that it is THAT important to my life. I certainly don't NEED one. I NEED my friends. I NEED to get good grades. But a boyfriend? Eh, that's why God invented batteries. I don't know why my love life has been such INTERNATIONAL FUCKING NEWS lately. Or lack of, which, I dunno. But whatever. Cheers to that I guess. Boys have always been I dunno, a hobby (or as the case was a numbered list last year so Chels knew who the Hell I was talking about). Okay that sounds really bad. (In my defense I'm always 100% honest! And celebate. Or whatever the word it for when you don't get sex.) When the time (or Mr. Fucking Right) comes it will be different. But I'm not really worried about it. I don't know why everyone else seems to be. I think my family is afraid of the old lonely bitter cat lady thing.

-kln-