Blowing Kisses

So, I am sitting in the Amer***m Ar*s writing my first blog. Last night's beer buzz throbbing in my ears...I hope my friends from uni don't notice the fresh scratches on my shoulder. It's okay, I've adjusted my v-neck. It's easy this time of year; I'd probably be wearing a wooly top anyway. But the summer, god the summer, jesus the summer - covering my body in the sweltering heat. My lonely, quivering body craves the heat, the sunlight on my virgin flesh. Oh god, to be bathed in sunlight; the warm breast and saccharine kisses of my favourite would-be/could-be/will-be lover. Dare I confide in you, dear reader, who I speak of? J-Star be his name, navigator of my heart-ship be his position, captain be his rank. Oh who am I fooling, me with the green hair sweat-patch diverted eyes coy smile illustrious flirting shameless blowing kisses when your not looking god i hope you rip me a new asshole and fill it. xxxx