The day after my entry about asking for summer, it came. Sometimes I am really good at getting what I want.
Today was almost just like last summer and that makes me feel really at ease with everything. I am not good with change. Right now I have some pot in front of me and records ready to be played. Before getting home, I was working at our annual special foodie community event at work. That meant playing with Hazel, the cutest baby on the face of the earth and suspending my disbelief pretending to be her mom while we ran around causing ruckus and feeding each other strawberries and melting raw chocolate in our hands. It also meant getting free food and getting drunk (even one beer makes me goopy) on local microbrewery beer. It’s summer when I’m biking home tipsy late at night and the heat is riding up my neck. It’s summer when I’m imagining having a lover who lives close to me so I can bike over to his house and drink more until we both pass out inside each other and I wake up only to go to work the next day wearing the same outfit sporting nappy hair.
Download this, dance around your room, imagine sticky cum spread all over your collarbone and be happy. It’s my newest obsession and it should be yours: Crazy Cousinz.
