satisfactionnnnnnnnn

push me, and then just touch me, so i can get my......satisfaction satisfaction satisfaction satisfaction satisfaction.

so less than 4 weeks until i head off to hawaii. for who knows how long. a-a-a-nd, the town i live in has become so much more awesome now that i have discovered a club that plays electro/techno/house, and has a solid following of people that appreciate the music.

...there's 10 minutes left, and i'm on my way to the airport, and realize i still have the condoms on my shoes. so i took them off and threw them in the back. i pulled up, with manly, kate-moss-confidence. and there was the dean, with his wife, bulging with impatient fluids. i went in for a bro-grab, and got totally whiffed. after they got into the car, in the back seat the dean's wife started getting magic-flute-voice. she sounded like a baby bat, that was even more terrified than usual. when i turned around, there were my mud-covered condoms. i said, let me explain, those, have not been in asses......they would not believe me.

I love that I am a perfectionist. But I hate how it stresses me out. Then, again, I love myself....so I love that I am a perfectionist.

Why do older people think that it's time to start thinking about settling down and finding a girl? 23 isn't that old, cripes.... It's annoying to have people keep asking if I have a girlfriend, as if I am letting them down or something. F that, I know what I am doing.