June 2010
10 posts
JLovesMac1
“Look at how smooth that is.. smooth, smooth! Like buttah’!”
my new room
I fucking love it.
I can’t wait.
My husband spins fantasies, He lives them, then gives them to you All. Like Michelangelo he paints his private dome, but can’t distinguish what’s his work and what’s his home. Some men sell stocks, some men punch Clocks, Some leap where others dare to tread. My husband as author and director, Makes up stories in his head.
you got your resolutions
I got my reservations.
OH WOOOW
Drake and T.I in the same song. I must be dreaming.
