The very bi-curious boyfriend of (I believe her name to be) Ashley at Sierra's post-banquet bonfire last night needed a fierce, fierce dicking. Was I the one to give it to him? Chances are, no. Although, and I belive Sierra will attest to this, there were plans made to keep Ashley (?) in the next room whilst I showed him which gender could really get him going.

My cousins have been deserted (purposefully) by thier parents at my mother's house. The question of whether or not I would go to Mary's tonight was finalized, post-haste, when I found of these plans. Hopefully, tonight's electronic entertainment shall please and the Kraft Maccaroni and Cheese ("I got the blues, the blue box blues!") will not cause me to feel bloated and gassy.