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0 comments | January 14, 2003

argh!

masturbation is a cheap substitute for sex. this, we all know. sometimes it hits the spot, but- in general, it's intrinsically half assed.

lemme tell you when it gets worse- when you start substituting it for a person's presence. i'm not sure how well i can explain this phenomenon, but the desire for someone to be near is becoming so overwhelming that i've been finding some sort of placation in palmela... which is exactly why i haven't done it in a while. the fact that i'm finding some sort of placebo-ish whatever in my fist worries me, and i don't wanna fuck anything up, so i've been avoiding the urge to stroke myself to sleep...

now that i've alienated and disgusted most of my readers...

but, i'm serious, yo.

y'all know the kid tho. i ain't no fuckin geek locked up in my room with my fist attached to my dick.. so fuck that image. i'm just being honest, and candid, as i promised. it's just weird. i'm starting to think that i just might NEED a lady in my life on some for real shit, and i grapple with that all the time.

*sigh*

more on that later.

i went to school today... it felt good to be back. i wish i coulda made more of my second class, but i was so fucking tired, i just kinda forced myself to stay somewhat attentive... b&w design is gonna be a pocket dentin' lil class. $240 in art supplies. fuckers. i BETTER use allat shit, too.

there's this girl in my design class who i kinda knew. she hopped up in my face after class and introduced herself as my ex best friend's associate, addressed me by my 1st name, and extended her hand. @ this point, it's about 5:30pm, i've been up since 4am, and i'm VERY incoherent, so i didn't even understand what she was saying. i'm like.. 'who?' lol.. she was like, "...you look tired."

i had to agree.

i placed her face like 2 or 3 minutes into the convo, and stuttered my way to goodbye... i'll have to apolgize for being half dead on wednesday.


but yeah, school today was basically sylllabis/supplies/grading systems/etc. the classes seem easy enough, just gotta be there.

*shrug*

here goes.

ok, i'm off to bed.

*closes blinds and grabs lotion*


...i'm KIDDING.

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