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2005.06.18

[Dear_Trent_#_11]

Dear Trent,

Gabriel is all mad about this fan club thing, but I want you to know that I think he's full of shit, and I love you the same as ever. Anyway, who cares about all that? All I care about is the sweet, sweet thought of your hot jock -- that, and your bitchin' numbers. I hope you're rocking both as hard as ever for the Euros, but I can't wait for you to get your smokin' ass back over here so I can once again taste the gorgeous elixir of your proximity.

I miss you, sparklepants, and I burn for you night and day.

The main thing I wanted to tell you, sweetness, is that I dreamt of you again last night! yeah! Lucky me, right? Well, kinda: I dreamt that you were the bag boy at my supermarket, and I couldn't take my eyes off you. You asked me if I wanted paper or plastic, and I asked you if you wanted to fuck. You did, so we made plans to make it so -- like animals -- in the produce section, after the store had closed for the night.

When I snuck in through the delivery entrance, you were waiting next to the root vegetables wearing nothing but the most adorable apron with your name embroidered on the left breast. You were growling and panting like a bitch in heat, and when you kissed me, your tongue rough and insistent, your hard... er... muscles pressed urgently against me, I'm not kidding when I tell you that molten fire shot through my loins.

Unfortunately, that's when I woke up.

Jesus. You really know how to leave a girl on the brink and DYING for more. I fucking love you.

Now, what was that about a fan club? Seriously, Gabriel needs to get some cock. He's taking everything WAY too seriously, if you ask me.

Love,
Dierdre

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I like how Trent doesn't have to actually do anything to keep you perpetually teetering on the brink... perhaps of madness?

Posted by: minion | Jun 18, 2005 1:28:57 PM

I think you should refrain from casting stones, Dierdre, and perhaps spend some time with your vibrator instead. Go fuck a beet and pretend that Trent will then juice it for his morning powershake of hypocrisy. You're making even me sick with this shit.

Oh, and "the spiral" is BULLSHIT.

Posted by: Gabriel | Jun 18, 2005 4:13:17 PM

Minion: Such is the power of Trent Reznor's possession of a cock.

Gabriel: Whatever, bitch. You know I had a piece of Rory's ass just last night, while you were making out with Trent's chalice and dreaming of Alex. You know "the spiral" makes you hard when you're all soft inside, and you LOVE IT.

As for me, I'm going to take a course on lucid dreaming so that I can get back to the supermarket and fucking go all the way. I may want something I can never have, but I've got a vivid fucking imagination. Trent will be my fucking ponyboy.

Posted by: dierdre | Jun 18, 2005 8:25:39 PM

Hey Dierdre, I've been told that I look a little like young Trent Reznor myself.

Posted by: Roth | Jun 18, 2005 9:28:51 PM

Roth: Send photo and application for sex god status to dierdre@wearingthesechains.com.

Posted by: Dierdre | Jun 19, 2005 12:32:46 AM

Tonight I just had the best sex I've ever had in my life....oh shit did I just say that out loud? Anyway Dierdre don't do any drugs they totally interefere with lucid dreams. Daaaaaaaaaa

Posted by: A drunk and drugged Jessica | Jun 19, 2005 12:33:12 AM

WOW. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: Dierdre | Jun 19, 2005 12:35:56 AM

I'm actually in a good mood. I went out with my cousin Kayleigh 2day, she tried to set me up with some guy who looked like Jerome, shame about the name Mustafa LOL, but he had the same hair as Jerome's and the same kind of face.

Posted by: Rachel | Aug 15, 2006 1:36:24 PM

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