2 posts tagged “embarrassing”

Disclaimer:  I feel like I need to disclaim that I'm a little bit high.  Really, only a little bit, just had one hit... It shouldn't even really effect me at all but this stuff is potent shit and it HAS effected me.  Anyway, I have sex on the brain so should you continue you read, You'll probably be reading a lotta sexy stuff.

I stopped by the Terrorist house last night on my way home from work.  A while ago I mentioned that he should make me some mixed Cd's for work.  He felt up to the task and got one done last night, so I stopped by to pick it up.  In true Terrorist form, when asked what's on it, he informed me that I would see and that I should like 90% of it.  As soon as I get home I fire it up... it's an awesome cd!  Now, this doesn't surprise me because I knew he has a gigantic music collection and (for the most part) has good musical taste, but still, it's awesome!!  

Little T was there so the Terrorist and I stayed on the porch and had a cigg.  I totally wanted to hump him.  Just push him back in the hall and completely violate him on the stairs.  That would have been nice but as I mentioned before, Little T was there and then there's also my freakish fear of rejection that completely immobilizes me at times.  Which is a pain in the ass.  It's like my brain and my cooch are at odds against each other.  My cooch is ready to skip the pleasantries and go strait to the humping.  My brain is a pussy, basically.  It's the one who says "Wait a fucking minute!!  Yeah sure you think you wanna go jump right in but what if they're not interested?  Huh?  What about that?  Then you're gonna be horny and embarrassed!!  So shut the hell up and sit down."  That's more or less it.   Yeah, I know I'm a little fucked in the head.

Had some really great sex last night.  Granted, it was with myself, but it was still pretty good.  I haven't has sex in what feels like forever.  Now, in my world "forever" actually means a week or so, but it still sucks.  I've been kind of out of sorts this week, either bleeding or illish or exhausted and in all honesty I haven't really thought of it much while in opportunities that could result in sex.  Now, that I'm sitting on my couch alone, it's all I can think about.  That's stupid.

I need to get ready for work.

but instead I'm going to blog cause I'm cool like that.

I have no reefer and that saddens me greatly!!
I also fucked up my ankle and that too saddens me.

Why don't I have any reefer you ask?
'Cause I smoked it all. 
I generally get my reefer from the T's neighbor and I meant to call him to see if I could get some today before work but I totally forgot.  Why?  'Cause I was stoned.  Smart, huh?  Oh well.  I shouldn't smoke.  I should just go to bed anyway.

My ankle...
I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure I fucked it up at work. 
The details are kind of involved and somewhat embarrassing but the condensed version... I fell.
And I blame She Wants Revenge (because god knows I'm not to blame for ANYTHING in my life)
The good news (if I recall correctly from my massage training) because it hurts during active and not passive movement that means its a muscle injury (not a ligament injury) which means if I tough it out it'll probably get better in a few days.
Possibly, if I get the motivation, I'll explain later with visual or audio aids.

For now, I'm going to go crawl into the magical bed and drift off to Happy Friday thoughts.  'Cause TOMORROW IS MY FRIDAY!