the weekend was full of nothing, as promised.
i collaborated on a music project, but didn't give a proper effort. my contribution was sketchy and random, as i was slightly intoxicated from hanging out with my downstairs neighbor and his buddy.
i ate plenty of junk food, but none of it tasted good.
and sex. i thought about sex all weekend. i watched sex all weekend. i gave myself sex all weekend. i spent a significant amount of time watching clips of a specific genre, which did nothing but make me jealous.
maybe it's not love i want -- just the act of. eh, i'm too old. random hookups aren't even possible because my panicking hormones will try to permanently attach me to any male chemicals i come in contact with.
mmm. cum. this is a sure sign my uterus is trying to catch an embryo. i am more turned on by seeing men cum than anything else. my entire body pulses at the thought of it. it sounds so whorish, i know. it's not sickly psychological, it's not a desire to be submissive, it is purely biological.
the funny thing is, i've decided (for now) to not pursue my plan of being a single mother. i still want a baby, but i want a baby daddy, too.
we'll see. until then, there's always mother's little helper.
i collaborated on a music project, but didn't give a proper effort. my contribution was sketchy and random, as i was slightly intoxicated from hanging out with my downstairs neighbor and his buddy.
i ate plenty of junk food, but none of it tasted good.
and sex. i thought about sex all weekend. i watched sex all weekend. i gave myself sex all weekend. i spent a significant amount of time watching clips of a specific genre, which did nothing but make me jealous.
maybe it's not love i want -- just the act of. eh, i'm too old. random hookups aren't even possible because my panicking hormones will try to permanently attach me to any male chemicals i come in contact with.
mmm. cum. this is a sure sign my uterus is trying to catch an embryo. i am more turned on by seeing men cum than anything else. my entire body pulses at the thought of it. it sounds so whorish, i know. it's not sickly psychological, it's not a desire to be submissive, it is purely biological.
the funny thing is, i've decided (for now) to not pursue my plan of being a single mother. i still want a baby, but i want a baby daddy, too.
we'll see. until then, there's always mother's little helper.
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