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The days lately are not so great.
My roommate has a new "boyfriend" and they fuck pretty constantly. It's kinda disgusting because they've known each other for a grand total of eight days, and they're been fucking for at least three. They don't even kiss. It feels wrong, and the sound of it disgusts me. Does that make me a prude? I'll never understand the allure of casual sex.
It's been fucking up my sleep also, which is not cool.
My roommate seems to get little to no pleasure from sex, so I don't know why she bothers. Then again, I have to realize she's living here, so she obviously has problems. It's just weird, I don't know what else to say.
I hate the guy. I thought he was nice at first because he talked to me about how much it sucked to be homeless and he helped us move our stuff to a new room. But he has popped collars, and he fucks a stranger without a condom, so what's to like?
My new job is going okay, but it makes me a lot more tired than I was expecting.
I talk to my dad daily and he tells me how everyone's a fuck-up. He also told me he was moving a bunch of stuff out of my room because he might start using it. That's not really what I want to hear three weeks before I'm scheduled to come home, but whatever, his house, his rules, right?
I'm tired, cranky, I have allergies and raging hormones, and this week's episode of The Office is a rerun. Man. Fuck.
How are you guys?
My roommate has a new "boyfriend" and they fuck pretty constantly. It's kinda disgusting because they've known each other for a grand total of eight days, and they're been fucking for at least three. They don't even kiss. It feels wrong, and the sound of it disgusts me. Does that make me a prude? I'll never understand the allure of casual sex.
It's been fucking up my sleep also, which is not cool.
My roommate seems to get little to no pleasure from sex, so I don't know why she bothers. Then again, I have to realize she's living here, so she obviously has problems. It's just weird, I don't know what else to say.
I hate the guy. I thought he was nice at first because he talked to me about how much it sucked to be homeless and he helped us move our stuff to a new room. But he has popped collars, and he fucks a stranger without a condom, so what's to like?
My new job is going okay, but it makes me a lot more tired than I was expecting.
I talk to my dad daily and he tells me how everyone's a fuck-up. He also told me he was moving a bunch of stuff out of my room because he might start using it. That's not really what I want to hear three weeks before I'm scheduled to come home, but whatever, his house, his rules, right?
I'm tired, cranky, I have allergies and raging hormones, and this week's episode of The Office is a rerun. Man. Fuck.
How are you guys?