I think 2008 was one of the worst years ever. Yeah. And I mean, I’m comparing this to 2001 even when I was all 15 and depressed and suicidal and cutting and in and out of hospitals. And then 2002 wasn’t a fun year either- a group home and then starting a new boarding school…and just all of boarding school was fairly sucky.
But 2008 has really been nearly downright awful.
Though if we’re really wishing for things, I supposed I’d like to erase April 8, 2006 from history. Make that day have never happened.
Note to people out there: try to avoid having a relationship start on your birthday or celebrating an anniversary on your birthday because birthdays will seriously suck if/when that relationship goes sour.
I wonder how many years it will take before my birthday doesn’t seriously and totally suck.
I can’t believe this year is almost over. I knew it was going to fly by. It’s crazy. Sometimes life and time just feels like sand slipping through your fingers, doesn’t it? Not to sound too hokey and all.
Can I also just skip 2009? I’d rather go straight to 2010. I don’t really see anything good for 2009. (Though, on January 1st, 2008, I had very high hopes and look how that turned out. While on Jan. 1st 2007, I had very low hopes and 2007 turned out to be pretty decent.)
God, it’s the last few weeks of school, and I’ve had lazy senioritis and now I’ve totally screwed myself over because it’s crunch time and I have A SHIT TON of work to do. Fuck me. I probably can’t afford to even take one day off from now until the final exam period. Fantastic.
I want to write about the hot kinky sex I had with Match this weekend, but I just don’t have time to write about the awesome sex and being sub for him Friday night and how much fun that was.
I really have so much to do in the next couple days I don’t have the time to sit down and tell you all how he had me strip down to nothing but my panties at the calendar after party at the hotel. Or how every time I managed to sit down, he would send me to fetch him something.
I also don’t have the time to tell about when we made it down to his room at the end of the night and got into bed, he put my hand on his cock and it grew hard for me almost instantly. I’m halfway out the door as I tell you how I went down on him and he fucked my face good before moving on to my sopping wet, dirty whore pussy. I want to be able to tell you all about how delicious the fucking was and how he hit my g-spot on every stroke and how dirty the fuck was with nasty talk, slapping, and being held down. All which is why I came so damn hard and loud.
And God! If I only had a free moment to tell you how he flipped me over and slipped oh so smoothly into my ass, fucking me long and hard until he finally came and collapsed on me.
I’m sorry I don’t have the time right now, being busy with the final semester of all semesters. I hope you can forgive me.
Because it’s Match. And how does one not want to have sex with Match?
Also, he lent me his shirt this morning so I didn’t have to wear my corset to brunch, and I kinda like it. I don’t know that he’s gonna get it back. Lol.
Last night at the after party for the Sex Blogger Calendar release party, we were all hanging out at the hotel and Greg of Njoy was there with his most coveted toy- the Eleven.
It was passed around to many, and a bunch of ladies (and Greg himself even), were seeing if they could fit the large end in their mouth (it’s 2in wide at it largest). It gets to me and of course it fits perfectly in my mouth.
I throw it on the bed in triumph and say, “I don’t win blow job contests for nothing!”
I can’t believe we did it and this day has finally come.
This could quite possibly be the most exciting thing to ever happen in my lifetime.
I’m sleepy but I don’t even want to sleep. I just want to cry and be happy.
I want to watch the sunrise- see the dawn of a new country. Sunrise isn’t until 6:30, so I don’t know if I can really make it that long. But perhaps I’ll nap and get up and drive over to the Hudson and watch the sun come up over the city.
Avah November 20, 2008
