Tragic Things
So I'm going to take my contracts exam in a bit. I went and got coffee and muffins to sustain my mad rambling mind. On my way back from the cafe, I had this disturbing thought.
Some women are just made for sex. Not only for sex, or even primarily for sex, but definitely for sex. The really unfortunate thing is that I will never have enough time to have sex with all or even most of them. It's like realizing that I can't read all those books, except more painful, because books aren't good until you're already read them.
Of course it's not just appearance. It's a carefree attitude and a quick wit and a shared taste for something. Ideally, it's a willingness to listen to me ramble on about India endlessly.
Meanwhile, as I've been having all these thoughts, I've had a sharp pain in my back that causes me to emit groans every now and then that must sound like erotic outbursts.
Some women are just made for sex. Not only for sex, or even primarily for sex, but definitely for sex. The really unfortunate thing is that I will never have enough time to have sex with all or even most of them. It's like realizing that I can't read all those books, except more painful, because books aren't good until you're already read them.
Of course it's not just appearance. It's a carefree attitude and a quick wit and a shared taste for something. Ideally, it's a willingness to listen to me ramble on about India endlessly.
Meanwhile, as I've been having all these thoughts, I've had a sharp pain in my back that causes me to emit groans every now and then that must sound like erotic outbursts.
posted by James | 8:24 AM
1 Comments:
Heh, yeah, what I meant is that the groans come at awkward moments. In the middle of my exam, for instance, "Uhhhhh..." Bear in mind as you read the post that I hadn't slept for nearly 24 hours when I wrote it.
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