No worries. No worries at all. I'm still quite alive, and kicking, though I'm not quite sure at what I'm kicking - the cobwebs that occasionally fall from between my legs perhaps. It's been 10 months now, I think, though the definition that once governed my celibacy has loosened somewhat. This is thanks to a quite wonderful rock concert I had the pleasure of attending. I swear - being the only girl amongst 5 boys is a trip; you don't pay for drinks, and you end up french kissing your schoolmate in the back seat of his car.
And Tiragem stuck her middle finger up her pussy and rubbed it on the his lips.
"Lick it."
I swear I'm a dominatrix when I'm drunk.
In other, equally sex-related news, I lost the bet. In case anyone has forgotten what the bet was - basically it was between myself and a guy friend - who could go the longest without masturbating.
I don't know if I should be spat upon for shaming the female gender or given the key to city (the shape of which, oddly enough, is quite phallic if the eyes are squinted in the right light) for changing the stereotype of women as mere accommodaters of the males' raging hormones. Frankly, I prefer the latter. But alas, Raj has not yet claimed his prize. This could either be from fear of changing our status as friends, or simply due to the lack of time to do anything but work or study!
I believe it to be quite a bit of both because I am very much in the same boat as he. That's why diaryland has not seen me for the past however-long-it-has-been. I haven't even had time to play GTA for the past 3 weeks (up until yesterday, when I decided fuck it!). It's pretty much been work, study, work, study, work, study, party-hearty, then work, study, work, study all over again. I just barely manage to squeeze in a bit of food and a good shit on the loo every now and then.
Well, it's 5 minutes to midnight right now, and I'm slightly annoyed at myself for not studying at all tonight (after coming home from class mind you). Luckily, I'm even more annoyed that I had to spend FUCKING FORTY-SIX DOLLARS because I put my fucking credit card in the ATM machine by mistake and withdrew money before I realised my error. Withdrawing money with your bank card is, of course, free, not counting the $7 monthly charge. I had to pay 7 times that because I have so many goddamned cards in my wallet I can play rummy with the fucking ATM machine!
FUCK!! So I'm not so miffed about not studying. the proverbial forget-about-the-block-of-ice-stuck-in-your-throat-by-pouring-a-kettle-of-steaming-hot-water-with-the-aim-of-dislodging-it routine. Working quite well, I must say.
Oops. Two minutes to midnight, and I do not want to leave. Oh how I missed this place. Quiet, ruminative, welcoming.
Home.