Jul 11, 2005 02:40
My tap water smells like sulpherous eggs.
Dustin thinks I'm unattractive. Apparently innocent flirting is the essence of a sexual come on. Apparently nothing I do turns him on. Apparenly your mom likes it up the ass. But hard.
Obviously I don't give a flying-monkey's wing how he feels about me.
I just don't want to have to hear or read about it. If he's got a girl, good for him. Power to hott females. But when I am in a good mood and joking around, then you don't have to be an ass about it. Just because we've slept together doesn't mean that he has the right to demand anything of me. Be honest, but if you expect me to be a friend, don't be a fucking asshole about it. You will (let me just stress. . . this point. . . you WILL) regret it later.
What's wrong with a beneficial friend? Nothing. Until someone gets attached.
This weekend was a complete bust. I got nothing. I gave nothing. So I suppose I'm even for now. I just miss sharing my bed with a penis.