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Last night was really trippy… ducks looked like rats on rocks and rather, the water reflected off the sky. The lights moved in the night sky as they would in the water on a windy day. Stars were turning various colors and my thoughts weren’t any less trippy. I concluded that my Ipod gets more action than any lover I’ve ever had. It’s was shoved down my underwear all yesterday. Even at work, the earphone stings ran underneath my shirt as if the music were on a trail through the Underground Railroad and when it hit my ear, both it and I were free. Clearly I have been lost in my head all day thinking about it.
Last Saturday Boris and I flew through the woods on our bikes going up and down rocks. My shins and ass still have the bruises as souvenirs of our mountain biking adventure. I don’t think I have ever had more adrenalin pumping through my body. Well perhaps on Sunday night, sex with a boy proved more than satisfying. Sat night I turned down a really gorgeous girl on the notion that she is insane, knows not what she wants, who she is or even where she stands. A relationship with someone like that would be a practice in futility; as a result, I gained confidence in my self control.
Being single and worried about making oneself happy is as if you’re everything any other has ever wanted. You’re everything even you ever wanted. It feels like I am the strongest magnet in a field magnets and every one is just kind of colliding on to me. Some try and peel others away, get stuck themselves. They’re all stuck too strong for even I to peel them off and I’m feeling very swished but I am not complaining.
The reason I haven’t gotten any work done:
Last Saturday Boris and I flew through the woods on our bikes going up and down rocks. My shins and ass still have the bruises as souvenirs of our mountain biking adventure. I don’t think I have ever had more adrenalin pumping through my body. Well perhaps on Sunday night, sex with a boy proved more than satisfying. Sat night I turned down a really gorgeous girl on the notion that she is insane, knows not what she wants, who she is or even where she stands. A relationship with someone like that would be a practice in futility; as a result, I gained confidence in my self control.
Being single and worried about making oneself happy is as if you’re everything any other has ever wanted. You’re everything even you ever wanted. It feels like I am the strongest magnet in a field magnets and every one is just kind of colliding on to me. Some try and peel others away, get stuck themselves. They’re all stuck too strong for even I to peel them off and I’m feeling very swished but I am not complaining.
The reason I haven’t gotten any work done: