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Fuck fuck fuck I'm so fuckin horny right now it's not funny. I would seriously drive the five hours right now if I knew he'd have sex with me. Of course I want to spend non sex time with him too, but if I had my way I'd have him locked up in my room for days with a Sams Club size box of trojan polyurethane condoms by the bed. But alas.
Unfortunately I don't have enough money to get another tattoo. That was the main reason I got my stars, I was standing at work, thinking about the sex I wished I was having right then, and drove right to the tattoo place after work. It helped relieve some of the frustration but for me, getting tattooed is NO substitution for sex with this particular person. Regular sex, sure. But not the best sex of my life! On and on and on about sex. Stop thinking about sex! Can't. How about margaritas? I love margaritas. But I can't drink alone, and have no one to drink with! Pathetic me. Maybe I should get a second job...see? I almost wrote SEX instead of second. I'm losing it! Get your ass here now damnit! Second job, yes. Keep me busy. If I had the 7-4 shift more often, I could get a job working 5-9 or something. Then I'd be busy as balls and wouldn't have time to miss certain people and their penis. And everything else. Enough of this. I'm going to continue to wallow.