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I'm so upset I can't even fucking commit this to E-Paper, or whatever, so here's my LJ update.

I don't like saying I hate something. I endeavor not to say I hate anything. I fail sometimes, owing to my emotional and reckless nature, but I try.

So, instead of saying I Hate something, I shall instead say I dislike very strongly something.

I dislike very strongly having a noseful of a woman's perfume if she wears it right. My higher brain functions just shut down, leaving me with "Mate, Eat, Sleep."

My manager, she wears some kinda vanilla stuff that just... yeah, "Kronk think girl smell good. Kronk want to mate with girl." Beyond that, I'm pretty much at a loss for anything else.

Last night...

Ohhhhh boy last night...

See, was with some friends. One friend, who I've known for some time, showed up, and started getting comfortable on me. Ok, I can dig it. Well, we leave to go to Ironton to buy a case of beer, and I notice this really fetching smell. I sniff at her (yes, like a dog) and lo and behold, it's her.

Come to find out she's wearing a mix of Coconut and Patchoulli.

Come to find out it's driving my hormones and my sex drive into a wild panic.

Come to find out she wants to go to her apartment (next door to where we were) because she couldn't stand the music we'd been listening to.

Come to find out she was straddling me in her bed.

Come to find out she wants to wait to know me better.

Damn.



This isn't what I'm upset about, not by a longshot. Sure I hate blueballs, but it's not the first time, nor will it be the last I fear. No... I might gain composure enough to pen what's eating me up, but not tonight.