xevilxashleyx

Bleh.

I'm bored out of my mind...

I threw up at work today. All over my desk. And paperwork. And telephone. And...everything else. Sickness.
But...they sent me home, which is both good and bad at the same time...

Whatever.

Though I've known for a while now, I'm absolutly convinced that no one from Alabama speaks an intelligible form of English, or at least not the business owners.

Good porn is hard to come by, and obviously there's no pun instended, since good porn would be very easy to...well..nevermind. After being sent home from work, I went to the porn store down the street. They've rarely got anything worth my time, though they carry a lot of the "fringe" toys - you know, 3 foot long, soda can thick dildos (both with and without balls), inflatable sheep (and pigs...), and butt plugs the size of my head. But nothing I want for myself.
Makes me sad a little, since I want to buy me some naughtiness, as all of mine has come up missing.
There used to be this pretty rad place down the street from there, but they moved and I don't know where they moved to. Suck ass.
I just want me some good sexin' of any sort besides the One Person variety, ya heard meh?

Whatever...

Life goes on, I guess. Unless, of course, it does not, in which case I'll be dead soon anyway, so there's no point in fretting, aye?

Aye.

I think soon I'll be taking Lexie and Wingnut80's advice and just kill something. I've never been much for killing things, but...sometimes, I guess you've just gotta bust out and attack something and hope to god you kill it, lest it survive and seek revenge...

Ohhh, I think I'm going too far...

Quick, someone love me before I explode!