sweetiepiefuckface

Getting My Grub On
2003-04-05 15:11:46 (UTC)

Blathering Ee-diot

Man, I feel like a woman. Except for the deep, throaty
voice and urge to scratch my crotch! Well... I am feeling
quite like shit actually. Haven't even woken up yet. I
know I need to get my ass to the gym, which is the only
thing keeping me out of bed. Weird dreams again. shit.

Why do I keep writing in you, dear diary? Fulfilling some
masochistic urge, no doubt. I..must...punish...myself.
I..must..feel..the..burn. Ouch, okay, I feel it.

So, I am decidedly alone. Oh well. I don't need no
stinkin man. I can be alone. I have my vibrator. And my
cheesy porn. That is all I need.

Oh, what to do today? The baby shower I am throwing for my
best friend is tomorrow. I am a bit nervous, but I am sure
it will go okay. Fuck, somebody shoot me please. I can't
keep my eyes open. Coffee.....mmm....coffee....

If anybody out there is taking advice from me, scratch it.
How can I give advice when I can't even get my sucky ass
life straight? Yes, I live a glorious fantasy life.
Sometimes that makes it all worth it. But, mostly, it
doesn't. Shit, I feel so desperate sometimes, I even asked
my therapist if he wanted to get it on. Of course, he said
no, that he couldn't break that boundary. Damn ethical
bastard.

fihjsfhahasdjsdf... yawn.

Okay, that is all I can bring myself to type at the
moment. Must...drink...coffee...

-Neurotic Church Mouse




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