I’ve decided to start writing down the stories I tell in my head at random times throughout the day. Here’s one from last night. I can’t stop walking. My legs ache, my feet are bleeding, but I can’t stop. How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? No. It couldn’t be weeks. I’d have died of thirst by now. I’m so tired. I just want to lie down. Eat. Sleep....
Everything Sammy Nestico arranges is amazing.
I can’t decide if I have selfish friends or if I’m more needy than I thought.
Made a new friend at the beach tonight! Also, she’s cute.
No more jerkin’ it. I’ve grown tired of it. I’m stepping down from any and all masturbatory responsibilities until further notice. Until an additional party becomes involved, orgasm/ejaculation won’t be fulfilling in any way. That being said, I really need to put my penis in someone. It’s been too long.
I look at situations from every positive, negative, and neutral perspective I can imagine. Do not ask me for advice on if you don’t want to hear all three. Also, your crippling need for acceptance is something you should seek assistance with, since you won’t take my advice anymore for whatever reason.
You know how you think of something funny after...
Tonight was like that, only instead of something funny, it was “I could have made out with you.”
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
I don’t understand why Alissa is still so desperate for my approval. We’re already friends. There’s no reason for her to still be this high strung around me after 4 years.
I couldn’t breathe out of my nose at all. At. All. I feel better now than I did before I was around cats in the first place.
This off-brand allergy medicine is bomb. My nose cleared up in less than 5 minutes.
Jacuzzis are the best recreation.