poppystrike

Back from G'mas'. She's doing ok. She gave me a packet of menthol cigarettes cause I ran out of Malrboro Lights. Which was sweet of her and all, but I only smoked two and gave them back. It's like smoking a stick of double mint. Yack. I like my smoke to taste like smoke - ya know?

Um. I hate the girl right now. I say this publicly. The girl will be the death of me. I spoke to a school friend about a bit of stuff today, and she said that me and the girl are really bad for each other at times. I think she's referring to the fact that both of us are crazy and hell-bent on destroying ourselves, but then I could be wrong.

I'm really hot at the moment, in the degrees celcius sense. Definately not the sexual one. In fact, i'm so not horny at the moment that even my fantasies aren't turning me on. And masturbating... Forget it. It takes so long I get tired and bored and cramped. You see a few months ago, if i'd have been unemployed and not at uni i'd have masturbated all freakin day. I'd have spent my dole money on sex toys and just had the best time ever. But now. Now it's crappy. I don't sleep well, and to my complete non-suprise this latest entry is self-pittying drivel. Again. At least it has a slightly sexual theme though. Oh and i'm not wearing pants as I type this. Go on. Get turned on by it. And then think about the fact that if I were there and you would even attempt to fuck me, it'd be about as exciting as fumbling with a sack of spuds. Go team non-libido.

Good god somebody send me some viagra or mdma for Christmas xXx