Dude.
heh, I love catching people's attention with the word "Dude." Some people don't notice. Some people get offended. And my father asks how I was able to get beyond grammar school with my sailor's mouth (although "dude" isn't very sailor like.)
Right, so my point? I like bumping into people I know all day. It makes the day more palatable.
I just read a journal entry from someont I don't know. I was lead there, it's not like I was looking for people to snoop in upon... And it was deliciously sordid... I felt like I shouldn't be looking here, but maybe it's this person's fault for leading me here... They had to have known I would peak. And it's a fucking public journal...
And now that I'm dont' justifying myself... I think it's interesting when sex becomes compulsory. Like a drug. You try to push limits further to get that same high you got when you were 12 and you found the bathtub jet in the corner. Or when you first touched her and she sighed your name... When you hunt for it, you won't find it.
Me? I'm not obsessed with sex. I think the idea is much more enticing to me than the act. All the pomp that surrounds it.
Before I break into the long and windy anymore... yaddah yaddah...
tizzle d (wish my fucked up stomach well in the stressful few months ahead)
heh, I love catching people's attention with the word "Dude." Some people don't notice. Some people get offended. And my father asks how I was able to get beyond grammar school with my sailor's mouth (although "dude" isn't very sailor like.)
Right, so my point? I like bumping into people I know all day. It makes the day more palatable.
I just read a journal entry from someont I don't know. I was lead there, it's not like I was looking for people to snoop in upon... And it was deliciously sordid... I felt like I shouldn't be looking here, but maybe it's this person's fault for leading me here... They had to have known I would peak. And it's a fucking public journal...
And now that I'm dont' justifying myself... I think it's interesting when sex becomes compulsory. Like a drug. You try to push limits further to get that same high you got when you were 12 and you found the bathtub jet in the corner. Or when you first touched her and she sighed your name... When you hunt for it, you won't find it.
Me? I'm not obsessed with sex. I think the idea is much more enticing to me than the act. All the pomp that surrounds it.
Before I break into the long and windy anymore... yaddah yaddah...
tizzle d (wish my fucked up stomach well in the stressful few months ahead)
and id love to talk to you about it
but isnt the apnea thing sad?