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Ok so the counter was a good idea until I realized that I'm not the porno version of Santa Clause who can fly around the world in one night giving every naughty girl out there her own special 'present'.

Alas that it isn't so.

On the other hand, in 12 hours I got three fine ass women asking me to pleasure them so that was pretty cool...I just have to work out how to do the same thing in reality where the distance between each woman is a couple feet instead of a couple million or so.

Mood: Sexually frustrated
Music: Lain theme
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Definition of pain for an Objectivist: Having to ask the one person in the world that you just DON'T even want to think about to do you a favor in order to get you into an appointment with an organisation that in your ideal world wouldn't exist but in this unideal world you have to become a part of to prove to yourself that you can handle anything.

What's really sick is the tiny laugh she gave at the end of the call when I thanked her.

Right now I want to scream.

Mood: Agony
Music: Clubbed to Death, Matrix Soundtrack