In Which our Hero Is Frightened Of CAT Scans
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Argh. Fuckitall, argh. Evil damned college, I WANT MY MONEY! I am so very NOT willing to loose this place just because the college made a mistake on the payroll. Grr. Argh. EVIL.

And yes, still smiling, still grinning... the fury is incidental. Too many parts of me still have bitemarks and I am FAR too happy about the fact that *poing* he is mine!

Mine, did you hear that? *bounces about giddily* Don' have to give him back, neither. *grinpurr* 's a good thing.

Now if I could just find a way to turn off my hormones enough to calm down... they seem determined that I need to get laid. Still/again. However you look at it. Greedy little bastards, my hormones. If they were people they would be Vince McMann, which I am sure I have spelled horribly wrong. *wry grin*

So I am typing now, after coming home, hopping online briefly, then sitting down on the bed to change my pants and waking up three hours later. My body decided it was tired. I think this is a good sign, actually... the amount of trouble I have sleeping, any time my body WANTS me to pass out, 's good. Had a wonderful wet dream, too... much licking and nibbling going on.

I think I have an oral fixation, which is seriously odd considering that I STILL have issues with being eaten out. *shruggles* Love going down on girls, they taste nummy. Love giving blowjobs, it's the most fun ya can have without actually fucking. Or fisting, but that's another story. *grins*

Erm... ok, apparently my little internal censor took a break for the evening. Ehh, fuckit... that's ok. Now if my little internal bastard-who-keeps-punching-my-kidney would just take a break too... argh. HURTS. Tried to be productive at class, I did I did, but by the end of class I just wanted to curl up and cry from the pain.

It's still getting worse.

On Monday I go in for the scan... we'll see what they get out of it. I am still a bit unnerved by the whole 'we want to look at you in-depth in expensive ways but won't tell you why' thing... my luck with kaiser doctors, of late, has not been of the best. *sighs* Still, I'm sure it will work out somehow.

Kadin called while I was out cold, apparently... *is checking the machine* ...and a good six billion times before that... ARGH again. I miss my boys, all of them, I want them ALL right here, right now. *pouts, stomping her foot* Damn it, universe, work with me here!

*pads off to eat split pea soup and nap some more*

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