My electric boyfriend is going in the garbage. I've got another bladder infection. So what if I'm not having "real" sex, the mechanics are the same. It ain't worth it. Nothing I hate worse than bladder infections, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I took some calcium supplements because supposedly making the urine alkaline is inhospitable to bacteria. It has soothed the sting. We'll see.
I sold something to a lady in Germany because I needed the money right away. Well, after she agrees to buy it, she then tells me that I'll have to wait four to five days for full payment. That pissed me off. So I received full payment last week, which was the week of finals and all that, so I didn't get back in touch with her for three days. She's already squawking about wanting her purchase *right away*. Fuck her.
Eduard was going down on me once and he kept going for the very tip of my clit, which is far too sensitive for that. I need a more "roundabout" approach. It got to the point where I was over stimulated, couldn't take it anymore and I told him to stop. Damn, he got so mad at me. God I'm so sick of my orgasmic ability--or lack thereof--being a contest, a sort of measurement of a man's prowess.
I must be cranky. I know I haven't slept well these last three nights.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:24 AM
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