I just got up and read my last post from last night. I really hate it. It isn’t funny and it is vulgar, ripe with anxiety, insecurity, and sexual frustration.
You know what, I’ve changed my mind. I’m keeping it up as a perfect example of an “improv” type post that just gets thrown online.
Scary, isn’t it?
Thanks, Fussy, for your NaBloPoMo. You’re turned me into a raving lunatic.
P.S. — Megan makes an interesting point in the comments. Why is my penis always berating me? We should be the best of friends, considering how much pleasure we’ve given each other, with others and even when it is just the two of us having a special night together. Maybe I just don’t feel comfortable with his aggressiveness and his selfishness — it doesn’t feel like “me,” who is very polite.
Why am I revealing this to strangers?
Oh, and I had a little tiff with Sophia last night, so I’m a little grouchy. (uh, not about that — it was about closet space — it’s a long story)