Monday, March 16, 2009


I had a brief, but lovely relationship with a puerto rican girl named Farrah. She was an absolute vision, sweet as can be, perfect skin to run your hand's over forever, perfect body, heaven. Sex was amazing- best oral ever - no joke, fucking, kissing- I think I could write an entire book on her lips, every thing! Well, wait, there were two things that bothered me; 1.)during sex she would call me poppy, I took this to mean daddy, didn't work for me and "make me yours" while fucking, someone told me this meant get me pregnant. 2.) Her husband, I had no clue, showed up at my apartment with a gun one day. I could have lived with the first one, but not the second one, she lied. I would have married her, seriously.