The longer I go without sex, the more and more I crave hot dogs. Not the pathetic Ball Park Frank kind but the big, juicy Bratwurst kind. Pretty soon, brats are the only thing I'm going to be eating!
I have the sudden urge to make a glowstick dress and wear it to a rave, preferably a European rave.
EDIT // My new planner has a quote for each week. It's really nice.
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