Having a bit of alcohol... and a bit of fen-fen stuff... and a bit of chocolate cake... and a bit of frustration.

Lots of frustration. But that's not really anything new.

Wish I was headed to Rocky, or off to the Frat House - have I mentioned that I want Ken? 'cause I do - or just downtown. I could be. But there're friends here, and it'll be ok.

It usually is.

Just... DAMN... too many males in one room. Too much sex joke-ness. Lots of me being very turned on for no actual reason. Err... actually Grr counts as a reason.

And 'Stina, who I had a VERY nice fantasy about while I was stuck in the hospital.

Sex, blood, ink, and bruises...