Entry SEX-069 ("Relations")

I don't understand.

Angela called to wish me a happy birthday. We talked for 35 minutes or so.

When we broke up, it was hard on me. Drop-to-your-knees-and-bawl kinda hard. I would've been hers, mind, body an' soul if she would allow it.

She said both our lives would be easier if she just wanted to hop into bed with me, but she didn't.

I said that wasn't important and meant it. "Of course it is," she said.

I like physical affection a bunch. And true enough, I do expect some degree of it in a relationship. But it ain't all there is.

I'm not really concerned with the fact that I don't have a sex life. When it comes, it comes (when it cums? Heh...)

I think I had a point when I started writing. Don't remember what it was. Must remember to investigate...

I'm gonna go cry over lost love or something sappy like that.

Anyone who doesn't like it can go fuck themselves.

(Gods, after the LiveJournal fiasco of three years, I told myself I wasn't going to start blogging again...)