My body is my temple
My lover is the world
She keeps my soul forever
Could you imagine if your son looked exactly like your wife but with short hair. Until she cuts her hair. And now you are having sex with someone who reminds you of your son? Except they have boobs. That doesn't make it any better.
That's just weird bro.
I don't really remember a lot of last night: limp nachos, and ordering chicken on it despite a vegetarian being there. A part from that I doubt anyone got upset, until I asked a girl, whose name I forget, if she'd rather make-out with her parents or her siblings.
It's really strange to think there are going to be a lot of lasts in the next 6 days. Then come into another bunch of firsts.
There are still a ton of people I haven't seen for the last time and somewhere it will be. I don't know what I'll miss the most.
This place is like Neverland, you only ask people how old they are so you know what era they're from.
Geez I can't stop thinking about sex. I feel like a teenager. I just want some. I crave it.
I wonder what it's like in Qatar. What heats the loins, fuels the fire, quenches the thirst. Hopefully you'll get some good guy friends, have a couple dates. Be a good time with all the tricks and games you heard and played in Korea and TBay.
And in FOUR! months you'll be back in Canada.
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