frying old lamb chops in a dirty pan and with salt and lots of kind of fresh lemon juice. i say kind of fresh because its kind of an old lemon. but it wasnt rotten or moldy. just a little deflated.
i went to the dog park and baby got worked up about a fight which made me nervous that she would fuck some dog up. i should prob be more concerned about her getting fucked up. but i guess my ego is just that big.
i wanna be bad bad bad i wanna be bad
i wanna be good good good i wanna be good
when i do what i need to do, everything is gonna be alright
i dont know. i mean, the option is always there. but how much sex is too much sex?? and how many infectious diseases can one girl have?