I need a screw
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Today I am annoyed and very irritable. I have the very strong desire to screw my brother's best friend but it doesn't seem right. He's my bro's best buddy, outside of Frank, and in that weird messed up, we're all connected way, I'm his best friend. Make sense? Not to me either. He's just so unbelieveably hot and everything I like in a guy. Perfect for me. absolutely perfect. He even said so himself at one point. So why aren't we together? Screwing at least. Because he's slightly older and his best bud is my bro. Also, he's got something going on with a girl he calls his soulmate. aargh!! I have no problem with older men, had a slight affair with one who was way older than me when I was younger but that's another story. Complexities of life strike me down again. You find the perfect guy but the wrong situation, time and circumstances. Ok, that was a minor rant by me, sorry but this is bugging me major big time.
Got sent home from work because I spilt coffee all over myself. Hee hee. Why, hee hee? Because I pretend that it had scalded me through my clothes and was burning like hell. Also it was so bad I'd have to change. What they didn't know was that the coffee was ice cold, as it had been sitting there for ages and that I spilt it on myself on purpose. I desperately couldn't concentrate though and everything was irritating me, heat, light, breathing, everything that could bother me did. So I went for a walk then decided to hit this internet cafe where I am now sitting writing, letting off more steam. Phew.
Since when did sex become so taboo. Women have to be the one to tell it straight, to say out loud I wanna screw you. Men are so difficult now. They don't say anything, give away no clues. Aargh and aargh again. When will a guy just come up to me grab me and tell me?
Got sent home from work because I spilt coffee all over myself. Hee hee. Why, hee hee? Because I pretend that it had scalded me through my clothes and was burning like hell. Also it was so bad I'd have to change. What they didn't know was that the coffee was ice cold, as it had been sitting there for ages and that I spilt it on myself on purpose. I desperately couldn't concentrate though and everything was irritating me, heat, light, breathing, everything that could bother me did. So I went for a walk then decided to hit this internet cafe where I am now sitting writing, letting off more steam. Phew.
Since when did sex become so taboo. Women have to be the one to tell it straight, to say out loud I wanna screw you. Men are so difficult now. They don't say anything, give away no clues. Aargh and aargh again. When will a guy just come up to me grab me and tell me?