I have decided that as of today, I shall no long be dwelling in sadness but rather going out and just getting drunk. I came to this conclusion after I met an Italian stripper.
Words fail me so I just eye-fucked the shit out of him while he was thrusting his hips like no other, he made me want to fish dollar bills out of my purse. My friend introduces us and he asks me "Are you looking for a boyfriend?" At that time, my thoughts were stuck on the various things I have been planning to do to him in my head. I looked at him and said, "No.. no..." (What I actually meant to say was, those hips....... need to meet mine)
