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I need to get laid.

I swear, I talk about fucking a lot more than I actually do it.

I went to some fuck party in the Valley yesterday / night. A lot of minor porn stars, industry people and whatnot. I didn't indulge, but I popped my head into the designated "fuck room" every so often to sneak a peek. That's just not my thing. I can't just walk into a room of writhing, naked bodies, drop my drawers and go at it. I need the seduction. I need the chase. I like to fancy a particular boy whom I'm not sure if he's into me or not. I like to find out what makes him tick. What buttons to push. And then *snap*! Like a venus flytrap.

But holy shit! This girl had a Brookstone handheld massager and she stuck it to my crotch while I was sitting next to her. Wowza! I nearly jumped outta my seat - that thing was powerful! I need to get one. So much quieter than the Hitachi Wand, too. It would make this partnerless period a bit more bearable.

I'm in the middle of watching Pauly Shore Is Dead. I love Pauly Shore! That guy is adorable. I have a hard time watching movies straight through. My mind starts to wander and then when I snap back I can't recall when I stopped paying attention and don't know whether I've missed anything pertinent to the plot. Thank goodness Pauly Shore Is Dead doesn't seem to be the type of flick that requires rapt attention.

I'm bored. I was supposed to go out this evening with some people, but I need to get up early and decided to just stay in. I know how I get when I go out to party. I'd get carried away and end up far away from anywhere I need to be the next day. Like with sexy-wrestler-boy. I had an appointment in NOHO the next morning, instead I ended up having beer for breakfast on the beach in Santa Monica.

I'm hungry. I want sushi. But, I guess I'll settle for ramen noodles and tapatio sauce since that's all I have. I really need to go grocery shopping... but I just get so confused! All these isles of.. stuff... and.. yeah. Mmmmmm.. barbecue sounds good, too.

Okay, back to the movie.