justinxl

Have you ever had one of those extremely passionate relationships, where it's always either "Oh god I fucking love you so much I want to die." or "Did you already do the dishes? I want to stab you with a dirty fork."

Inevitably these polar opposite emotional states lead to violently angry sex, in which you're trying to fuck the other person into oblivion.

This is where I'm at with my thesis.

I hate it with such a passion that I'm banging out page after page in rapid succession, beating its words into submission, hoping to climax soon so we can part ways forever.



...and then I can also stop posting about it in my journal.

Slammin groove at time of posting: Calexico