Apr 02, 2007 14:24
This weekend was kind of rough as far as the center. It's starting to bother me that I don't know what the fuck I'm doing there.
Not looking forward to Frolicon, either. I paid, so I'm going, but I don't see how I'll have a good time. I won't be available for sex, unless you're one of those twisted mothers who likes laying down plastic. I might auction myself...it could be validating to hurt as much on the outside as I do on the inside for a few hours. Somebody's bound to get off if I melt down, right? All in the spirit of fun, fun, fun.
Shit.