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Sometimes you just want to fuck until you pass out, instead of cleaning your kitchen and taking some sleeping pills. The boy is off on his own tanget again. His parents are in town, and he likes to pretend that makes him busy. I would be happy with a tinge of truth now and again, but instead he'll just come over and hop into my bed - which I have never had the heart to agure with. He's still struggling to keep things in his life together, so he doesn't want to talk about him or really hear about the fact I have an amazing acdemic plan that will end with a published paper, or my new shinny job of half the commute, more money, and much more pleasant co-workers. So, besides this complete mind numbing need for sex, life is fairly good.

I have been good, not hitting the bars trolling or party scene looking for a quick fix. I am actually waiting for a little boy to come back to school and let me trap him for awhile. I am still in shock that he was just two weeks into 18 when we woke up together after my Spring show. He would make a nice distraction, if it works out.

Something working out, now wouldn't that be hysterical.