Mondo Bizarro (1992)
What's with people feeling the need to suck face on every fucking street corner of the city this time of year? God. They stop to wait at a light and it’s like they suddenly develop magnets in their lips. PDAs are one thing, I could care less about them for the most part, but I'm talking full out tonsil hockey. Goddamn exhibitionist assholes that get so into making out that they forget about the light and hold up traffic once it finally changes.
Seriously, it’s a pain in the ass. Especially since they all insist on standing in the middle of the sidewalk and then shoot you the dirtiest fucking look when you finally manage to squeeze past them.
OH I'M SORRY; SOME OF US ACTUALLY HAVE PLACES TO GO AND THINGS TO DO TODAY.
It’s always worse in fall than it is in any other season, too. The sudden shift towards the cold must trigger that 'desperate' hormone or something, convincing everyone that NOW is the time to mate and not a second later. It kinda makes sense on a primitive level, get pregnant now so that gestation happens during the barren months and the whelp is born at a time where survival is easier and more likely. Society has evolved to such a point where concerns like that are obsolete, and so I feel completely justified in objecting to being held up by spit swapping every where I turn for MONTHS.
If you all want to crawl inside of each other so badly, WHY THE HELL are you out in public instead of somewhere a little more private doing JUST THAT.
And as if reality isn't enough, it comes back to haunt me digitally. KUROSAKI JUST GO BANG THE MOUTHY CHICK ALREADY AND GIVE IT A FUCKING REST.
[Private]
Yeah, I know, I'm overreacting and acting like a bitch but fuck it. I'm probably just jealous on some level.
I'm at that point in my cycle when my hormones go on a goddamn rampage and suddenly every post-pubescent male is being subconsciously sized up as a potential sperm donor. It’s ridiculous. I can't even hold a conversation with a man without mentally stripping him.
It not as intense when I'm on birth control, the Depo did a really great job at regulating my hormonal spikes but I can't bring myself to justify the expense when I'm not even having sex, let alone having sex on a regular basis.
God, listen to me. Its not like I couldn't get laid if I actually wanted to, I'm just way too fucking picky for anyone to be able to meet my standards. It’s hard to settle though when my ideal's dangling in front of my nose and I'm reminded of the fact on a regular basis. Damn him for being so fucking obliviously asexual.
I'm half convinced, well, more than half, that he doesn't even like me as an acquaintance, let alone anything else. He oozes the 'I'm only tolerating you because there's nothing more pressing in need of my time right now' vibe anytime I talk to him. I'm fucking fed up with it but I just can't let it go.
Guess some part of me likes it. When I think about it, all the guys I've ever liked have been complete dicks who treat me like I'm worthless. I like the struggle, the challenge of proving myself, the fight for their attention.
A love for abuse runs in the family I guess. A therapist would have a fucking field day with the lot of us.
It’s easier I suppose, to get hung up on impossibilities. It saves you from the risk of a real relationship, and from meddling assholes with misguided good intentions.
Maybe that's why I like the ones who are indifferent; I don't feel so bad if I use them as excuses to justify myself.
Ugh. I fucking hate my hormones. They fuck with my head space.
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This is for the coke-head upstairs.
[OOC Sorry its not an mp3 guys, I did my best with what the internet cafe had]
Seriously, it’s a pain in the ass. Especially since they all insist on standing in the middle of the sidewalk and then shoot you the dirtiest fucking look when you finally manage to squeeze past them.
OH I'M SORRY; SOME OF US ACTUALLY HAVE PLACES TO GO AND THINGS TO DO TODAY.
It’s always worse in fall than it is in any other season, too. The sudden shift towards the cold must trigger that 'desperate' hormone or something, convincing everyone that NOW is the time to mate and not a second later. It kinda makes sense on a primitive level, get pregnant now so that gestation happens during the barren months and the whelp is born at a time where survival is easier and more likely. Society has evolved to such a point where concerns like that are obsolete, and so I feel completely justified in objecting to being held up by spit swapping every where I turn for MONTHS.
If you all want to crawl inside of each other so badly, WHY THE HELL are you out in public instead of somewhere a little more private doing JUST THAT.
And as if reality isn't enough, it comes back to haunt me digitally. KUROSAKI JUST GO BANG THE MOUTHY CHICK ALREADY AND GIVE IT A FUCKING REST.
[Private]
Yeah, I know, I'm overreacting and acting like a bitch but fuck it. I'm probably just jealous on some level.
I'm at that point in my cycle when my hormones go on a goddamn rampage and suddenly every post-pubescent male is being subconsciously sized up as a potential sperm donor. It’s ridiculous. I can't even hold a conversation with a man without mentally stripping him.
It not as intense when I'm on birth control, the Depo did a really great job at regulating my hormonal spikes but I can't bring myself to justify the expense when I'm not even having sex, let alone having sex on a regular basis.
God, listen to me. Its not like I couldn't get laid if I actually wanted to, I'm just way too fucking picky for anyone to be able to meet my standards. It’s hard to settle though when my ideal's dangling in front of my nose and I'm reminded of the fact on a regular basis. Damn him for being so fucking obliviously asexual.
I'm half convinced, well, more than half, that he doesn't even like me as an acquaintance, let alone anything else. He oozes the 'I'm only tolerating you because there's nothing more pressing in need of my time right now' vibe anytime I talk to him. I'm fucking fed up with it but I just can't let it go.
Guess some part of me likes it. When I think about it, all the guys I've ever liked have been complete dicks who treat me like I'm worthless. I like the struggle, the challenge of proving myself, the fight for their attention.
A love for abuse runs in the family I guess. A therapist would have a fucking field day with the lot of us.
It’s easier I suppose, to get hung up on impossibilities. It saves you from the risk of a real relationship, and from meddling assholes with misguided good intentions.
Maybe that's why I like the ones who are indifferent; I don't feel so bad if I use them as excuses to justify myself.
Ugh. I fucking hate my hormones. They fuck with my head space.
[/private]
This is for the coke-head upstairs.
[OOC Sorry its not an mp3 guys, I did my best with what the internet cafe had]