A word of advice: Exchanging thinly veiled sexual text messages with the guy you want but cannot have is likely not a good idea.
So.
I'll give you three guesses what I spent an hour or so doing earlier this evening.
Just call me Alice...
Monday, April 26, 2010
Down the Rabbit Hole...
Posted by the frog princess at 12:21 AM
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Oh, Alice.
:)
This reminds me of why men go to strip clubs, they just don't have a better reason to overcome that feeling that maybe this time it will be different. Or is that why people date?
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