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wet streets, wet me.
We just fucked, and it was okay...
I was longing for a fuck for days now. The craving was actually tangible. It was like needing chocolate.. needing cock..
So I got it and it was nice, but not nearly as satisfying as I had anticipated sitting at my "area" at work.
I went to a party earlier with bestfriend, who's mentor was throwing a "one year in our apartment" soiree with his boyfriend. And bestfriend and I walked into what could have been Christopher Street in a cup. If a giant ladel swooped down over the West Village and caught some men they would be the party go-ers.
And we talked to a couple, bestfriend insists they were on coke, he kept talking about Puerto Rico....
They were all in their early 40's too, I felt as though they looked as us as the stupid young girls...
Traipsing around the LES drunk on wine, the streets were wet and the buzz of life is always a little too much down there sometimes.
Things are going to change soon.. again..
5:09 a.m. - 2008-06-21
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