moist with the rot of numerous alcoholic disappointments
Maybe all the hand-jiving and jitterbugging and mumble-talking in my immediate crazy surroundings inspired me, or maybe I have the beginnings of spring fever, but all day today I entertained many poor-impulse-control "what if?" scenarios. What if I grabbed this guy's ass? This guy, right here in front of me? Just got two hands in there and squeezed some booty? What if I turned to the art-school girl who just sat down next to me, took hold of her chin, and started kissing her open-mouthed? What if I walked down the hall giving each person a pat on the head and saying "YOU HAVE A GREAT SKULL! ENJOY IT!" I was not even feeling particularly lustful (moreso than usual that is) or skull-appreciative today, I just had an incredible urge to do something different. Something really different.
*sigh*
I want something. Very badly.
*sigh*
I want something. Very badly.