There’s something about cotton v-neck t-shirts that turns me on. Simplicity and versatility, I guess. I like to think of myself the same way. My motives are always clear, but my approach always changing.
It’s like driving different routes to work every day, even though the destination is always the same.
Sometimes I get scared because routine is so easy. Those are the days I take a detour on the way to school.
Speaking of driving, my rose isn’t holding her form anymore. I left my car unsheltered tonight, in hopes that the frost will suffocate my windshield again. I like to recreate moments that have brought me happiness. I’ll use the same sweater to create the circles. Maybe I’ll reverse the direction.
I’m wearing a black v-neck tonight. It feels good against my skin. I could wear it with any pair of my pants and still look appropriate.
When I hear the song “Ice Cream” by Sarah McLaughlin, I want to have sex that encompasses food. “Sex and Candy” makes me think of Jolly Ranchers. Red ones. I heard both songs on the radio this afternoon. I’m sure I’ll have erotic dreams tonight.
I was recently introduced to a guy that told me that ‘bro-code’ started when you first meet another guy. Allegiance to the ‘bro-code’ is, in his opinion, stronger than telling a girl (whom you’ve known for several years and consider a friend) that the dude she’s seeing is a total fuck. I decided I felt sorry for anyone who abides by rules that don’t allow them to feel.
I haven’t spoken to that man since that day. His spelling ability was atrocious anyway.
I don’t wear underwear to work anymore. One student nearly poked my eye out with his erection when I accidentally showed a panty line, so I avoid the panty-line boner by not wearing any underwear. There is some irony in this.
Mindy Smith’s voice is fantastic.
I have a reputation with everyone, but I don’t want one with you. If you didn’t read post 50, you don’t have a clue who I’m talking about.