i just finished reading Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins. it was an awesome book. i think my heart would be too heavy for me to roam around at will in the afterlife. but do i really care? it is what it is. i used to have a good heart. i don't anymore. anyone who has not been tempted, cannot say they are a good person.
i am extremely sexually frustrated. i almost got it on with my best friend yesterday which would have rocked but he wanted anal, and the prep work takes too much out of me. by the time i'm done, i really just want to lie down and rest. certainly not have anything up there. not for a while at least. i have to say the showershot helps. but god damn that was bad last night. fuck it all to hell. i think god or whoever, is trying to tell me something. i should go join a convent.
there are very few things in life i like right now. sex was a major one of them. i am sick to death of trying to find a replacement for him. just fuck it all to hell. so i die, so i go to hell. i don't think you think much at that point anyways. if at all. i need to shut my brain off somehow.
i am extremely sexually frustrated. i almost got it on with my best friend yesterday which would have rocked but he wanted anal, and the prep work takes too much out of me. by the time i'm done, i really just want to lie down and rest. certainly not have anything up there. not for a while at least. i have to say the showershot helps. but god damn that was bad last night. fuck it all to hell. i think god or whoever, is trying to tell me something. i should go join a convent.
there are very few things in life i like right now. sex was a major one of them. i am sick to death of trying to find a replacement for him. just fuck it all to hell. so i die, so i go to hell. i don't think you think much at that point anyways. if at all. i need to shut my brain off somehow.