I don't now why I know today is Sting's birthday. Actually, I do. I used to date this guy named Mike. He's a cinematographer--totally cute. But a complete tool. It's his birthday too. That's why I keep thinking about Sting. I thought I was just going crazy for a minute there.
I'd like to build a time machine and go back to when the Police were a hit band, only do so as an adult. That way, I could could groupie Stewart Copeland. He was soooooo dishy. I like long legs on men. He had great legs and wore such tiny little shorts.
hehe...
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