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My stomach is killing me. This sucks.
Good stuff has happened lately. Bad stuff too, but also good stuff. I'm not saying what said good stuff is because I don't feel like it, but it's good.
I am HORNY AS ALL FUCKING HELL. Because of my mom finding my condom wrappers (it's okay, better she knew) and getting bitchy ("not in my house!!!"), Bobby and I are on more or less a hiatus from everything above third base. So, I haven't gotten any since Sunday. I mean, I have, but not intercourse. I neeeeed it!!! According to Sigmund Freud, sexual frustration contributes to irritability and anxiety.
He's 100% correct.