Damn Hormones

I don’t know what to write about today. My mind is all over the place, so maybe I will just post a train of my thoughts.

If I knew how to post pictures, I would have put a picture of a train right here where this paragraph, but I cant, so only the sentiment of my humour can remain.

Sex. That’s one thing that is always on my freaken brain. No matter how much I try to ignore my biological urges, it’s all I seem to think about, I feel like a boy in high school again. I seemed to have morphed from this naïve sensitive guy into total dirt bag who sizes every chick up.

I don’t like this one bit. Someone said on the forums yesterday that sex isn’t a massive part of our life, so why does it hold so much importance within society? It may or may not have direct relevance to you, but sex is in everything, and unfortunately it’s not escaping my observations.

This sex crazed character I have become, I really need to put a leash on that baby. I know exactly why I have become that way, but I also have to say there are aspects of the new me that I would never trade.

I have simply become a lot more confident in life and its dealings.

I just wish I could turn of that little receptor that makes me want to shag any pretty little thing. I know as much as the next bloke that the pretty little things more often than not have nothing upstairs, but somehow that doesn’t stop me from wanting to bone them.

Writing about this crap is just making me think about it more.

When I had a girlfriend, I never thought about sex… when I don’t have a girlfriend it's all I freaken think about.

Damn Raging Hormones.