This is just another...rant? This could be many different things, especially at the hour that it is. Seeing it is 12:23 in the morning, who gives a fuck on what this could be. The simple fact is, I am avoiding the cursed sleeping patterns that seem to rule my life, because at the age of twenty-three, I decided it was a great idea to fucking grow up, and have a day job. I know, I know. That is what you're suppose to do, but in reality, responsibility really fucking blows from time to time, like the fact is, I work tomorrow morning, or this morning if you would really rather the alternate.
Each day seems to end in some kind of similar fashion. Video games, beer, and masturbation. Unless, of course, if it is indeed true, that I am getting my dick wet. Don't get me wrong, I love my girlfriend, and I am pretty sure none of you who remotely decides to read this, give a flying fuck about this, but something in me fights the strings of monogamy. Am I regretting my relationship? Of course not. It's a fucking fantastic relationship. My sex life is good, my relationship with her (on a social level) is great as well. We don't fight often, and she can stand my weird habits.
Guess this did turn into a rant, and cluster fuck of my thoughts. Who would of knew, it'd only take thirteen minutes to do this.
-A.U.
Poster as a farewell gift this morning...

Each day seems to end in some kind of similar fashion. Video games, beer, and masturbation. Unless, of course, if it is indeed true, that I am getting my dick wet. Don't get me wrong, I love my girlfriend, and I am pretty sure none of you who remotely decides to read this, give a flying fuck about this, but something in me fights the strings of monogamy. Am I regretting my relationship? Of course not. It's a fucking fantastic relationship. My sex life is good, my relationship with her (on a social level) is great as well. We don't fight often, and she can stand my weird habits.
Guess this did turn into a rant, and cluster fuck of my thoughts. Who would of knew, it'd only take thirteen minutes to do this.
-A.U.
Poster as a farewell gift this morning...
