Goofy For Nothing
Goofy for nothing.
This guy texted me, "I want to slob on your knob." What kind of shit is that? What kind of man do you take me for?
A man who likes to get his dick sucked? Because if so, you are correct.
However, I'm not a big fan of receiving such a request over text. I daresay that such a move would be considered too brash for my tastes. Might as well stick a monocle up my ass too.
Just for the record, I still don't want to be gay. And I absolutely do not want to be romantically involved with anyone at the moment. The closest romantic interaction I've had these past few months were with Goober. But a part of me is starting to miss Hassan again. He thanked me for his entrance into his first residency. All the feelings are still there. Everything - is still there. People are still stupid and disappointing. Trust is still a fictional concept to others. I went off on Goober last night because of a stupid comment he made. I look back and realize that I may have overreacted, but I know for a fact that I'm right.
It's been a while since I've been sexually excited. I'm restarting my self-repair streak again today. It's October 1st, and lo and behold, I still don't give a fuck about anyone. I'm more excited to become a registered nurse making over 70 grand a year, while doing whatever the fuck I want. My drive is going to come back. I know it will.
Anyway, if no one contributes to this community assessment soon, I'm shoving my 10.5 size shoe up each and every one of my group members' asses. I'm so tired of pulling all the weight because "I'm a good writer." Fuck that. Maybe they should read this and decide how good I am at writing then.