Never mind the blood; dig deeper.

I think the consensus is that I do get a little too worked up about things a little too soon. I tend to get highly irritated in the moment instead of letting it roll off. And then I sleep on it, and there’s a brand new day there to make me feel a bit better about things. I’m still at least slightly irate, but it has lessened significantly. It’s nice.

Today feels wonderful, minus the fact that I discovered that I am completely broke again. Granted, I get my paycheck on Monday or Tuesday, but that still sucks right this moment. It’s been a little while since I haven’t had ANY money, at least since I started working for the summer. And it totally blows that all the money I get goes to bills and gas. This whole being an adult thing totally blows. And hard.

I want to taste the inside of someone’s mouth. I want to kiss someone, hard. That’s the thing; it transitions occassionally from wanting to fuck to just wanting to have a hardcore, heated makeout session. And somehow, I still can’t manage to obtain either one. I don’t think my standards are too high. But maybe I should lower them. I guess it all depends on how desperate I get.

Have a lovely day today, kids. Make sure you put some sunblock on. The sun is PISSED.