My first week back in Montessori school in September, Friday night. the Boatman and I started to make out. I put his thigh between my leg and started to hump it.
I closed my eyes and visions of pink and red crocs floated in front of me. I’d spent the week pulling urine- saturated pants off the children who wore those crocs and spraying the crocs with Lysol. Rubbing my crotch harder against the Boatman’s thigh did not make the crocs in my head go away.
“I can’t,” I said to the Boatman.
(Image from the Sunday Blog)
When you go on birth control, you don’t get to have the exciting and spiritual experience of synchronizing your menstrual cycle with the moon. You’ll have to get your kicks elsewhere.
I told him that the Boatman has been pulling for over ten years, and never once got anyone pregnant.
And/or pee and/or shower thoroughly; however, some people think this is risky
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What the fuck should I do with my life, Part Two.
What the fuck should I do with my life, Part One.
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