Feb 22, 2006 01:23
Another black mood has descended upon my unwilling person and I daresay I shall not come out of my room this afternoon.
Oh, the company here is a jolly lot, but...there's nothing that is truly whetting my appetite for intent conversation and subjecting myself to their discussions. The gentlemen are a dull sort--even if I did get a rise out of that Heathcliff fellow and scare that gangly teacher pissless--and the ladies...
The ladies are another subject altogether. According to my conversation with the trembling Mr. Ichabod Crane yesterday afternoon, there are none of the sort here who would draw the most intense and hungry of my attentions. Not a filthy backflopper among them, alas, though I've heard I've not met all the ladies as of yet. Perhaps I may find a bit of fun afterall.
But in the meantime, there is not a thing wrong with wooing--or scandalizing--the more respectable and well-bred of the fairer sex in my new lodgings. I have to admit that watching Miss Murray get her dander up was quite entertaining...Perhaps I may find a willing and sanitary body amongst them in which to indulge.
And eventually, perhaps, I might have a less than pristine body in which to indulge my...more demanding needs.