July 11, 2004

  • Okay, so I chickened out of forestry camp.    After one look at the barracks--er, LODGE--I just couldn't hack it.   The john has major plumbing probs, and I would've been the only chick there besides Barbra, a real dyke and my assigned roommie.    Just the thought of her twirling her coy tongue inside my stale piss twat on the saggy spermed up mattress to get my mind off my guy's luscious dick makes me wanna up chuck.    It's been a loooong time since I was a prepube in the exploratory stage, playing Legos on the floor in a squatting position to feel my awakening clit twitch.    (I found some ancient but still-good caramel apple lolly pops in a zip lock bag in Noni's fridge on the way up.   They're flat and hard and uber sticky and can't touch your teeth without clamping onto an filling, so go figure.)


    So I'm hanging out at my folks again and jerking off like crazy 'til my honey gets a break.    I'm HORNEY!!!   It's cooler this summer, and he promises to drive down more often for a visit.   Meanwhile, it's back at the Fosters for some honest hard work and practical experience.    This season should be exciting, what with Mrs. Billings, the lady who manages the office next door, running a secret call girl ring.   Maya's gotten fat and happy and even gets along with the cat--once the Chloster bit a hole in her ear to teach respect.    Cokie's on a roll and too busy to invade my space.    (Such as waking up like a guard dog to the slightest sound of heavy breathing and creeping up to my bedroom door in the dead of night trying to catch me in the act, the rotten little voyeur.)  And tomorrow, Mom says she'll take me to that posh new North Beach cafe for the 4-layer black chocolate fudge cake I've been craving if I help finish the restaurant china inventory.   [Daddy:   "No more big nappies!!"   Brett:   (Seemingly caught yawning.)    "Excuse, me, Sir."]    Should be fun!