i hop

I have a coupon for Ihop. I think I’m going to take mark out to lunch. We had sex yesterday. but my wide vagina is too fucking big and wide for him to keep a boner so we didnt finish.

I hate my vagina sometimes.

It’s not wide. . . it’s tight around a single finger. when we first start fucking its really great for both of us. but I get so damn wet that its too lubbed up to have any fun or feel much.

I told a pal I might write an entry about him. Maybe that would get too intimate. Make him feel too attached to me.

I’d like to think that when I die no one will cry. Everyone should get drunk though.

I think that I am dead to death. I cry in movies when there is a happy ending and I cry when I think that I am an  awful person. But when someone dies there is nothing.

I cry when I miss Grandmother. But I never cried a single tear at her funeral. I took care of everything. I picked the songs, I wrote a Eulogy, I shook every guest’s hand with a smile. I never cry over death.

I cry because I think im fat. But tell me someone is gone and you’ll get nothing.

Sometimes I think it’s because death is so close to me.

Since 2000 Someone I know has died every year, sometimes two people in the same year. In 2002 it was three people. Some years I’ve also lost pets. . . but at least one human that I know has gone every year.  I bet I’ll live to be 90.

kiss the frog!