I spent the whole night in the hospital emergency room. Apparently my daughter had a febrile seizure. The hospital did the myriad of tests, and concluded that she has pneumonia. The worst part was that her Mom, decided that it was important for her boyfriend to be there. Not out in the waiting room Journal, but right there in ER room 12 with the doctors, nurses, and me. Freaking torture Journal! That's all I can say. Torture!
I have a thing for Green Eyes. Big time! Do you know what I would do for a woman with green eyes Journal? Absolutely anything she asked me to. It's always been this way for me. I don't know why. When I was in the sixth grade there was a girl named Holly. Holly was in the eigth grade, brunette, green eyes. Her studly boyfriend lived across the street from me. I still have vivid memories of her emerald peepers hypnotizing me to do her will. Don't tell anyone about this Journal, it could get me into serious trouble.
Sometimes I think that something's wrong with me. I took my daughter to the swimming pool today. There was a pregnant woman there, and I couldn't stop looking at her. It's sick, I know! She was hot though. Nice legs, bikini bottoms, pot belly, wet t-shirt. I could have aimed my lecherous stare at teenage girls, or soccer moms that just came from the gym. But the preggo woman, and her little outy naval was like a tractor beam pulling my salacious gaze toward her everywhere she went. I'm a freak Journal! A freak I tell you!
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RE: Dia duit
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