I'm feeling alot of inarticulable ways lately.
Jon came over last night. In so many ways he is pathetic. And I do love them pathetic. But he went away miserable and blowjob-less as per usual, and I kept my self esteem intact, although perhaps not my sobriety (the naughty bugger brought beer...clever ruse that one!)
Still, he's stirred up all sorts of silly horny feelings which I have nowhere productive to stick. His girlfriend doesn't even blow him! Yet he still gives out that divine box treatment. Talk about unfair! Stupid bitch! I'd blow him, enjoy it, <3 the box eating, and not even want his stupid big businessman paycheck. Or his continual day to day presence. *sigh*
Whatever. At least I've got....my....integrity (artistic that is anyway)
