Dear Journal,

How are you feeling? As for me, I’m fine. I guess I have a little bit of time to write. Most importantly, I want to do my day 14 of giving thanks.

I’m thankful that I was able to go grocery shopping today at my most favorite store of all time, and I found my favorite spices !

I’m thankful that I was able to make myself a beautiful salad. I did two days off my diet, and I felt horrible. Now that I’m back and had done a full day of a diet, I feel great again. I am very thankful for that. The onions are a little hard to eat, though.

I’m thankful that I met the lady who’s porn party I found. It’s not a porn party exactly. It’s more of a sex education thing. Sex transmutation is something that I have been highly curious about and interested in, and I found her just like that. She is a very intelligent woman. I know I will learn a lot from her. She’s what I’ve been looking for. I’ve been thinking about that last party all week. Shit !(happily)

Most of all, I’m thankful to have live out this great story that I keep repeating in my head and reading about over and over. I really did this. That was me!:

“I looked at her, and then I looked at the bottle of rum. A celebrity had his face on it. I didn’t even know he had his own brand. I planned on having her take a photo with it when the night is wild. 10 minutes later, she took all her clothes off, laid on the bed, put the bottle of rum between her huge breast, and she spread her legs, wide. I ducked and dodged people as I ran to place myself above her to take the photo. She read my mind, it seemed. She was gorgeous and free.”

Anyways, take care !


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