Tempest?
Dear Diary,
For the past few weeks, I've had this big time jerk rooting around in my memories while I slept! I hope he wasn't rooting around in anything else, the perv! Luckily I don't have any memories of doing it with anybody! How embarrassing that would have been! Although I do have memories of masturbating furiously in my sleeping bag in sixth grade camp while thinking about how Tony Gagliore rubbed up against while he was getting his lunch tray! I hope Fugue didn't sell that memory to anybody because it would probably get big bucks! Although I'm underage in the memory so that's gross. Does it count as child pornography if I remember myself at an earlier age doing dirty things to myself?! I hope not because that memory of Tony rubbing up against me still does it for me! Hmm, now that I have my memories back, I seem to remember the water pressure in this apartment is sexy. I'll be back later to tell you about the big fight the girls and I had with Fugue!
P.S. That memory really does do something to me! You wouldn't believe the swamp I made in my underwear, Diary! Eww! But "Eww!" in a good way! BIG MANGA WINK!
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