suzy_kabloozy

Does anyone remember back in the good ol' days when foreplay meant a 1/2 gram shot of methamphethamines in the neck just before penetration? Nope, I don't remember it either, much, because between the rush and the orgasm, I don't think my brain was fully engaged. It must have been fun because the neighbors used to complain about the noise.

Okay, I really need to get laid so I wish that would be over and done with. I don't want to fall in love and I don't want to be ignored afterwards. Good friends are so ... hard to find. And hard friends ... well, you know how that one predictably finishes. Doesn't anyone want to make me cum? With or without the methamphetamines ... awww, who am I kidding? I know the connection will do me and then the dope will even be free. But we'd both like it better if I could bring a girlfriend along.

I read other journal entries and it would seem that so many women here are talented and beautiful and really they are goddesses. I don't currently hold that much creativity, though I'd like to believe I once did, so don't expect much from my journal entries. All you will find here is mindless babbling about my profane life and my obsession with the sex that I don't seem to be having. I wish I was smarter, less awkward, that my taxes would go down and that just for once I held the winning hand.