This is how the penis and vagina get along.
So, I've been demanded of to be added to Nathan's friends list. 'Bout time, I suppose. Question mark.
I'm having a blog blank out.
Well, I can start with my insides. I seem to swing between sappy-hopeless-romantic-wallowing-in-Trevor and insanely horny. It's not rhythmic and it doesn't have any discernable pattern, but it's definately there. Now, usually Friday nights are my porn nights, because there's shitty porn all over the television, and this past week I've been insanely horny, but suddenly today I'm unnervingly... not. I'm sad for reasons I don't know, but I'm not. All I know is I'm not happy. And I'm rather upset because naken writhing people would cheer me up, but my little sister has a friend over and they have the big screen. Sadface.
Maybe it has something to do with this school and music overload. It's not like I've bitten off more than I can chew or anything - I actually quit flute lessons because she was a honky bitch - it's just that I'm already more sick of this first week of routine than I was before Jesusmas break. Maybe I'm just shifting into it the wrong way. I most definately have my holiday gears in go. And now I'm bitching.
I have toe knuckle hair. Sometimes I just sit there and laugh at it. But alas, my toe knuckle hair can not pull a giggle out of me tonight.
I'm having a blog blank out.
Well, I can start with my insides. I seem to swing between sappy-hopeless-romantic-wallowing-in-Trevor and insanely horny. It's not rhythmic and it doesn't have any discernable pattern, but it's definately there. Now, usually Friday nights are my porn nights, because there's shitty porn all over the television, and this past week I've been insanely horny, but suddenly today I'm unnervingly... not. I'm sad for reasons I don't know, but I'm not. All I know is I'm not happy. And I'm rather upset because naken writhing people would cheer me up, but my little sister has a friend over and they have the big screen. Sadface.
Maybe it has something to do with this school and music overload. It's not like I've bitten off more than I can chew or anything - I actually quit flute lessons because she was a honky bitch - it's just that I'm already more sick of this first week of routine than I was before Jesusmas break. Maybe I'm just shifting into it the wrong way. I most definately have my holiday gears in go. And now I'm bitching.
I have toe knuckle hair. Sometimes I just sit there and laugh at it. But alas, my toe knuckle hair can not pull a giggle out of me tonight.