imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dull, or Something Like It Dull, or Something Like ItI'm sure you're all wondering just what exactly I'm doing right now. I'm sure you think it's something fun, exciting, exotic. I'm having to make time in my busy schedule just to drop a note to my as many as five loyal readers. That was fun. I am currently sitting in the yearbook office listening to Joss Stone's latest album. I've had it for about three months. One song from the CD has just made VH1's top twenty. People are a little slow on the up take. Woo! CD change! I'm now listening to the Everclear best of album. If you wonder why I'm commenting on changing CDs, it's because that's about the most exciting thing I've done in the last couple hours. To be absolutely honest, this isn't much different from any other day here. The only real difference is that, for the love of all that is holy, I have got to get laid. That may not seem particularly strange either, but let me assure you it is. There have been a number of times in my life when I wanted to have sex. This is so beyond that. I am craving sex, and I am craving it bad. I blame the moon. That whole damn menstrual cycle thing. I know that very soon I won't be able to have sex for about a week, so I want to take full advantage of this brief interlude. And of course the one time I want it so bad I'm going to spontaneously combust, RS is (or at least seems to be) more or less indifferent. I guess that's the tragedy of fucking a vaguely older man. His sex drive is already dying. Granted, I'm not supposed to be hitting anything like my peak for another 15-20 years, but still. In the mood I'm in today, I wish I'd met the fucker about seven years ago, only without that whole age difference thing. Me now, him then. I swear I'd knock the Jesus right out of him if he tried to pull that card to protect his chastity. Sigh. I firmly believe that until I had sex, I had no idea what sexual frustration was. I might have thought differently then, but I was wrong. So very wrong. I guess that's about enough about my sex life, or lack thereof. In more important news, I finished my paper for English Novel. Granted, I left it on my mother's desk 80 miles from here, but it's all kinds of finished. And I just have to turn it in at 8 a.m. tomorrow. Joy. Actually, I was smart enough to anticipate that I would forget it. I emailed it to myself as well. Some days, I am astonished by my own brilliance. Now my only real problem is that I can't decide what to do for the next few hours. I would still like to hope that I might end up fucking someone tonight. To that end, I would like to be somewhere with cell phone reception. I would also like to watch Family Guy, etc., this evening. I don't know where I'm sleeping tonight. I have several options. The simplest is Babs's house. I could perhaps stay with The Koolest Girl Ever, or there's the slim to nil chance that I'll be, you know, makin' with the lovin'. We'll see. I guess that's about all I have to talk about. That's a little sad. On the bright side, school is almost over! Wahoo! 6:58 p.m. - May 08, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||
|
||||||