The Sacred & The Profane

I don’t want to jinx myself, but I think it might be over!

It’s so bad, I haven’t even been able to masturbate. Seriously, only three times in more than a month. And with a year of avowed celibacy in the works, I needs my masturbation.

I keep praying; I don’t think anyone is listening.

I have finally decided who it is I am going to vote for in the primary–assuming my state primary happens before it’s all decided and done.

Blood and roses this ain’t.

Indie and punk rock boys eating cupcakes look super hot.

I’m pretty sure I have an iron deficiency. You’d think the massive amounts of broccoli would counteract the massive amounts of tea, but no.

I’d like to get beyond all of this so I can stop boring even myself.

I can believe I ate the whole thing, but I still feel kind of guilty about it. And stuffed.

Okay, random cake; that’s a pretty good start.