Monday, July 19, 2010

but she sure likes the bone

i knew living on this side of the river i'd have more latin in my life - and it's here. nah - not all the mexicans (but there a plenty) - tj sent me a beginners latin cd. i expressed that i wanted a few weeks ago - and when i was expressing how bored i was on the phone he threw it in the mail. that's the exact shit i miss when i don't have a boyfriend - someone who actually listens to me and isn't just trying to get his dick sucked.

yeah - i'm talking about bm.

dear bruce,

please stop looking at this blog - it has nothing to do with you anymore - i am no longer interested in you or your cock or your pills or anything else.
btw - you sealed the deal the last time i saw you and you didn't respond - so no matter what i write on here i still have ill feelings towards you.
always will.

love
,

ew - whatever -

tara

when i get fucked by tj (i swore i wouldn't go into details) but he fucks me so good from behind i think sometimes that's the only way his cock is gonna fit. sometimes you have wiggle room - but when he grinds it inside - it's like i'm being stuffed with the best stuff out there. if only i had some of that right now......


cough cough - anyway!

how do i segway to my visit....


the kids came yesterday - it was an awesome visit (so said vinnie) - they checked out their rooms - and the random toys i have stocked up on so far. we ate (i got to cook cook - grilled cheese, homemade mac n'cheese, jello, pudding and kielbasa) and we watched movies and tv - and when john and freddy were here fixing the stoop the kids teased me the whole time that they were going to open the door. those rascals.

tonight i'm gonna head to a meeting - and watch true blood again. i woke up this morning and streamed it but i wanna see that sexy jason stackhouse again and again. his real life kiwi accent does no damage in my eyes - and if that kinda cop ever pulled me over - he best pull it out cause i'm getting out of that ticket.
f'shizzle.


i think they look alike. still.

my best friend in america.

i mean that.

my stoop.

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