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the one in which our protagonists grow some balls?
with liquid courage?

the one in which our protagonists grow some balls?with liquid courage?

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Nikki's diary

Nᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 29, 1999

I met someone recently, her name is Kristen. I always thought my dream woman was a playboy bunny (which we see how that turned out) or a bleach blonde bimbo with fake tits. I got rid of those two very quickly. Brandi did leave me with 3 pieces of my heart named Gunner, Storm, and Decker. Donna still refuses to leave me alone, but I admit I keep her around for when I get bored.

Anyways back to Kristen. She's tall and she's got these curves for days. She's not a starving model and I love that. Don't even get me started on her thighs.

I met her by accident and it was the best mistake of my life so far, minus my kids. Every time I see her strolling into David's classroom I forget how to breath for a second.

Sometimes I wanna kick myself in the ass when I think about her. I think I have known her a total of
maybe 2 weeks, if that. But I find myself looking forward to see her waltzing into the classroom, or hearing her smart ass remarks back to me or David.

But fuck, she pisses me off sometimes. I hate how she rolls her eyes when I say something she doesn't like or when she scoffs when she doesn't agree with me. She is headstrong I give her that. She pissed me off so bad that first day of class I went home and wrote a song about her. It's called 'Hell on High Heels'. And now that I know her I never want her to find that song. But it's a damn good one.

What am I saying? All songs I write are amazing.

Plus being scared of hurting a woman's feelings never effected me before. I mean just look at 'You're all I Need'.

But this is Kristen.

For a woman like her she acts so confident and then when she is around me she loses all of that and becomes shy. Although it is pretty good for my ego to know that I can make a 20 something year old blush.

Fuck. She's 20 something and I am 41. I don't even want to think about that too hard. I should've thought about that when she told me the other day she listens to Sugar Ray. She needs rock & roll in her life. And she needs Nikki Sixx in her.

𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜?:
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 & 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚘

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