ITS NOT OVER!

Until the fat lady sings!

Or until I say its over.

Whichever comes first.

I have good feelings about this year. Things are going to be different in a good way. More opportunities and more positive experiences.

I met with the Sugar Mama for the first time in a long while. She brought with her a few bags of pressents. One with high class plumb wine, another with expensive cakes and desserts and another that looked like this-


Brand name goods?





A small box. What could be inside?



Underwear. Lolz.

You know I love the high class Armarni underwear. Score! HAHA

I'm not sure if I'm serious or sarcastic here.

"I don't know what to say. Thanks for the underwear Suga Mama." And like a good toy boy I gave her the ero she was looking for.

The Suga Mama is quite different to most. She is very comfortable with showing her greed and almost every word she says has the undertone of seeking some type of manipulative reaction only a few chess moves ahead. I can see it all too soon. When she is not doing that, she is just openly insulting. Its like there is no fiber of genuine honesty or heartfelt warmth resonating from her. It makes me sick.

I wonder what made her this way. Being rich and good looking, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and the attention of men chasing her around? Or just inherently bad like she was born this way with no choice but to be evil.

I'm once again reminded of why I don't contact her so often.

But whatever, I got cool underwear and a fridge full of cakes, pudding and tiramisu with wild hot sex.
Booya!