violencejack

One of the nice things about grocery shopping is getting to eat strange meals like a block of sharp cheddar, a bunch of grapes, a german chocolate bar with rum, raisins, and hazelnuts in it, and a tall glass of apple cider. Not exactly nutritious, but yummy. Back in the day people got by on thick bread, wine, cheese, and the occasional strip of cured beef.
The beer I made doesn't seem to great so far. I wonder if letting it sit for a few weeks or so will make it better? It still has a lot of honey and sugar in it that has not been converted to alcohol. However, it is sealed in bottles, and I don't remember if sugar converting to alcohol is a process that requires oxygen or not.
I met a scorpio girl. She has a boyfriend, but the relationship is open. It's fairly clear that she wants me. I love that feeling of looking into a girl's eyes and knowing that she is mine. Well, maybe that's not the right word for this, since she wants to clear it with her boyfriend first, but whatever.
One of my female friends compared me to a dog, willing to hump anything. Funny, since I have slept with one person in the last month or so, two in the last couple years, while my other female friend has slept with at least three in the last two weeks.
Fuck it, I answer to myself and to god, not to my friends. When I find her, I will love her with all the insane passion and ferocity I am capable of. Until then, I will play with those who want me. And I won't apologize for enjoying sex.
I shouldn't have to apologize for being who I am.

In case you were wondering, I love you.