grey

black bra, soft panties, worn hoodie, and i'm in front of the computer lost again. not sexy, not healthy, not full, just almost ready for bed and half dressed. one cigarette one alarm clock one eight hour shift and one fruitcake away from normalcy, human spit, a typical orgasm with a typical vibrator beneath my typical comfortor--what more could i ask? tv was wonderful, boys were fine, girls weren't often enough, and i'm sleeping well by myself.
night.