I can't stop thinking about A and how I can remember only half the night and I never even saw his dick but I know he had really smooth balls and I wish his twitter wasn't private so I could stalk him better.
I wish I could sleep but all I think about is Sunday night. I was this way with D, too, and that's gone away, so I'm hoping this subsides.
And M and I are talking again, so there's that. Great.
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