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"He said you're gross my darling, I said 'no I'm rock n roll'"
I work in sex. I deal in sex. I get down on the ground and I dig in the dirt and it's sex. I roll around in bed and it's sex. I lay on the shaking dock with the lapping man-made waves and I look at the green, green north jersey hills and it's sex. I thought I might have a problem, but if sex is a problem Maaaaaaaaaan I don't wanna be fixed. Sex is how I find gainful employment. Sex is how I plan my life. When I look at my agenda, I schedule things around the sex. And do you know something? Okay. Ofuckingkay.
I'd like to start a new paragraph, but I'm so saturated in sex I don't know if I've got anything else to talk about ever. It's about ninety percent sex and ten percent polite deception with me. And that's perhaps creepy. My best friend called me a creepster today because she pulled my hair and well...it didn't elicite what some may call an "appropriate" response.
Sigh.
I mean, I guess this is a problem.
Ok well on to other things even though I, as already mentioned, only actually care about the sex.
Well we could talk about the weather? How's yours? Yeah mine's nice too. Thunderstorms. Summer. Sitting in the back of my big, dirty car. Today's forecast: Sitting in the back of Brie's car with a small chance of making out and a bit of emotional instability on the horizon.
Katie has a nice, new dog. Isn't that nice? I decided to call it whatever I want instead of it's actual name because I don't approve of calling things "lulu." Make of that what you will, Katie.
Otherwise, what's to be said. I'll be going to Montreal very soon to scope that out and if that goes well I will be moving my ass up there during the fucking coldest months of the year which is half because I'm terrified of losing my french and thusly want to make the move asap and half because I am really about thermal underwear.
I used to wear a pair of my Dad's old thermals with gnarly holes in the crotch under my busted jeans to high school. When people from high school talk about me they politely say that I "did my own thing." It's for the best.
I work in sex. I deal in sex. I get down on the ground and I dig in the dirt and it's sex. I roll around in bed and it's sex. I lay on the shaking dock with the lapping man-made waves and I look at the green, green north jersey hills and it's sex. I thought I might have a problem, but if sex is a problem Maaaaaaaaaan I don't wanna be fixed. Sex is how I find gainful employment. Sex is how I plan my life. When I look at my agenda, I schedule things around the sex. And do you know something? Okay. Ofuckingkay.
I'd like to start a new paragraph, but I'm so saturated in sex I don't know if I've got anything else to talk about ever. It's about ninety percent sex and ten percent polite deception with me. And that's perhaps creepy. My best friend called me a creepster today because she pulled my hair and well...it didn't elicite what some may call an "appropriate" response.
Sigh.
I mean, I guess this is a problem.
Ok well on to other things even though I, as already mentioned, only actually care about the sex.
Well we could talk about the weather? How's yours? Yeah mine's nice too. Thunderstorms. Summer. Sitting in the back of my big, dirty car. Today's forecast: Sitting in the back of Brie's car with a small chance of making out and a bit of emotional instability on the horizon.
Katie has a nice, new dog. Isn't that nice? I decided to call it whatever I want instead of it's actual name because I don't approve of calling things "lulu." Make of that what you will, Katie.
Otherwise, what's to be said. I'll be going to Montreal very soon to scope that out and if that goes well I will be moving my ass up there during the fucking coldest months of the year which is half because I'm terrified of losing my french and thusly want to make the move asap and half because I am really about thermal underwear.
I used to wear a pair of my Dad's old thermals with gnarly holes in the crotch under my busted jeans to high school. When people from high school talk about me they politely say that I "did my own thing." It's for the best.