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Going slightly mad.
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Going slightly mad. I know that this condition I have for the moment curtails what I can do pretty severly. Unfortunately, it has not curtailed my hormones in the least. Yes, there is masturbation and believe me, I am. But that's just a small hold over. It doesn't even come close to comparing to the real thing. It's like having an itch you can't reach. You can rub your back against the wall and it helps, but doesn't give the deep scratching you truely need to make it go away. Granted, an itch on your back won't begin bleeding again if you give in and get someone to scratch it, but I think you get where I am going with the analogy (or however you spell it. I am too irritated to spell check tonight.) So, random thoughts for the day... Someone told me a few weeks ago to go get my truck and bring it out here. He said it was the one thing we talked about that he could hear some happiness in my voice. I would love to have my truck with me. It fits my current mood completely. I am kinda onery, feeling a bit redneck, and restless as hell. I like that everyone saw the Wyoming plates and left me alone figuring I wouldn't know how to drive in California. I love that people actually read the sticker on the bugshield in their rearview mirror and get out of my way. I like that it has just enough dents that people know I probably don't care if they hit me while doing something stupid like moving over 6 lanes without signaling. I like that the window tint is so dark that no one can see that it's a woman driving. I like that in Wyoming, straight pipes are legal and every alarm on the street goes off when I drive by. I like that when a Toyota Echo goes to pull around a big truck (there always seems to be one double parked around here somewhere on any given day), that the car will back up behind the truck again because I don't worry about a head on. Up and over works for me. I love that the new mudflaps drag the ground just enough to flip rocks at the windshield of tailgaitors as I drive down the road. If only I could have it here. The problem is parking. I don't know who designed this city, but it wasn't meant for trucks. I can't fit mine under the garage door much less in the depth of my parking space. If I play Boston bumper cars to get it parked out front, I would not be hitting bumpers, I would hit hoods and windshields. Besides, it's red and most of the cars on my street seem to be white. Dunno why, natural phenomenon I guess, but a red streak on one of those white cars would give away that it was me that nudged them. So I guess you can tell I love my truck, but it is in no way practical for California. Just have to keep dreaming I guess. (Damn, do I sense a recurring theme here?) If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning. |
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5/6/2007 3:10 am |
If you have an itch, I would like to help you scratch it.
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5/7/2007 9:39 pm |
See you are in undisclosed chatroom, hello from afar!
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5/8/2007 10:40 pm |
Maybe we can talk we you decide to cum back Do you have idea when. Get better bye, Joe
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5/8/2007 10:41 pm |
When not we bye, Joe
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