I think I just had an epiphany.
I understand why I think I want a boyfriend � sex. Seriously, I think I want a boyfriend because the sex is better when you�re having it with some one you know and care about and trust.
GOSH. That doesn�t make it any better, does it?
No, I sound like a jerk. Is there any kind of medication or something else out there that will calm me the fuck down? This whole �hunger� thing is getting old and clouding my better judgment. I mean, I can�t stop thinking of me and this faceless man being naked and sweaty and tangled for hours and hours and hours� yeah, it�s THAT bad.
I feel this way all the time. I�m getting really sick of it.
On a different note:
OKAY. Now I�m fucking pissed as all get out.
The only radio station in Philadelphia worth listening to, Y100, is re-formatting to a damn hip-hop station.
What. The. Fuck.
This station has been THE only source for decent music in spite of all the other putrid, carbon paper, cookie cutter CRAP that has been force fed to the masses in the past few years. Their morning show is THE show to listen to, and now they�re fucking gone � out of nowhere. Just gone.
As soon as this anger wears off, I�m going to cry.
Hold me.
1:57 PM - Thursday, Feb. 24, 2005
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