Nyataimori

i’m speechless. and a little turned on.

If it weren’t me, I’d ask that fella out for a soda pop.

i’d splurge and take that man out to ice cream. with whipped cream and cherries!

Jason, have I ever told you you’re dazzlingly attractive?

And gayer than a tree full of monkeys?

If that’s a come on, Dianna, I’m sorry, but I belong to the night.

Are you weird? Are you white? Are you promised to the night?

Yes, sadly, you are. I’ll have to look elsewhere for men in pink shirts whose souls I can consume. No, wait, that kind of thing belongs to the night as well. Damn!

i think i found an old-timey soda shoppe by my school like the one on 24th. maybe it’s the new fountain! we should go. and…wear poodle skirts. you too, jason.

am now tempted to make a pink poodle skirt just so i can make jason try it on the next time he’s over.

still don’t have time to scan the rest of the pictures. is ok though, none of them top that one. there’s some good ones from the murder mystery party though… but no! i still must drive home!

This picture has stirred my lust for Jason in a way I would never have expected. Under normal circumstances, I would have to succumb to the fact that I’m on the other side of the country - unable to fulfill my steamy fantasies. But not this time! Watch out my sexy sexy friend, come Wednesday I’ll be knocking down your door. Don’t think you can hide. I know where you live!