I want... i want...
Well, to sleep frankly. I haven't slept since I woke up Friday afternoon at around 5:00. It's now approaching 10:00 Sunday morning and I'm wide awake. I'm so fucking exhausted.
And while I'm at it, I'd like not to be sleeping alone. My bed feels cold (because I had the heat turned off while I was gone all day) and lonely (because I'm the only one here.) But honestly I'm so, SO thankful not to have anybody snoring in here with me. Since when did EVERYBODY on the face of the fucking planet start snoring? Maybe they're all just allergic to me.
And hell, since I'm just going all out here, I'd very much like a job. Or, perhaps more correctly, to be physically and emotionally capable of finding - much less holding - a job. Can I really blame it all on Philly? Maybe I was always this relentlessly incapable, but I was waiting to let it tear loose at some mysterious, pre-planned time.
And (maybe) finally: a really fucking awesome sex life. Not just a mediocre, or decent, or even good one - I want it to really fucking ROCK.
And while I'm at it, I'd like not to be sleeping alone. My bed feels cold (because I had the heat turned off while I was gone all day) and lonely (because I'm the only one here.) But honestly I'm so, SO thankful not to have anybody snoring in here with me. Since when did EVERYBODY on the face of the fucking planet start snoring? Maybe they're all just allergic to me.
And hell, since I'm just going all out here, I'd very much like a job. Or, perhaps more correctly, to be physically and emotionally capable of finding - much less holding - a job. Can I really blame it all on Philly? Maybe I was always this relentlessly incapable, but I was waiting to let it tear loose at some mysterious, pre-planned time.
And (maybe) finally: a really fucking awesome sex life. Not just a mediocre, or decent, or even good one - I want it to really fucking ROCK.