Training sucks because it’s hard to focus when it goes as slowly as it always does; and when I can’t concentrate I get bored; and when I get bored I get horny; and when I’m horny it’s hard to focus… and so forth and so on.
And now I’ve got ’til 12:30 to eat lunch, and I had to sign off on some software before I got my lunch, and I just found out there’s a surprise baby shower for my Software Development Manager in 5 minutes. I may get to eat before dinner…
So, essentially, the whole point of this post was to remind us that you’re in training, and to let us all know you’re horny? 😉
Hey, at least I’m not cat-blogging…
Fluffy just looked at me with the cutest wittle expression! Then she walked away and sniffed some lint on the floor! And you’ll never guess what next… she took the cuuuuuutest wittle nap, right on the couch! Sooooo precious!
Etc., you get the idea.
Oohhh…ok. I thought it was something *I* had done, and I couldn’t figure out what. 😉
I was like cat? Cat5? What?
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funny. i get horny when i’m bored, too.
i think i get bored when i’m horny, too..
generally b/c i don’t have anyone to take it out on.
Me too. I’m always horny though. And I fake orgasms when I masturbate. To make things work to even get myself to sleep with myself I have to give myself roofies *sigh* I just can’t win.
Quoting Tom Waits on “Nighthawks at the Diner”:
But I’ve always kinda been partial to calling myself up on the phone and asking myself out, you know?
Oh yeah, you call yourself up too huh?
Yeah, well one thing about it, your always around.
Yeah I know, yeah you ask yourself out, you know, some class joint somewhere.
The Buretto King or something, you know. Well I ain’t cheap you know.
Take yourself out for a couple of drinks maybe.
Then there’d be some provocative conversation on the way home. Park in front of the house you know.
Oh yeah, you smoothly put a little nice music on, maybe you put on like uh, you know, like shopping music, something thats not too interruptive you know and then uh slide over real nice and say ‘Oh I think you have something in your eye’.
Well maybe it’s not that romantic with you but Christ I don’t know, you know I get into it you know.
Take myself up to the porch, take myself inside or maybe uh, or may get a little something, a brandy snifter or something.
‘Would like you like to listen to some of my back records? I got something here’ Uh Well usually about 2.30 in the morning you’ve ended up taking advantage of yourself.
There ain’t no way around that you know.
Yeah, making a scene with a magazine, there ain’t no way around. I’ll confess you know, I’m no different you know.
I’m not weird about it or anything, I don’t tie myself up first.
I just kinda spend a little time with myself.
that’s a nice story.
i’m not always horny, but i’m almost always up for it.
the roofies part made me laugh.
uhm… “roofies”?? …do I want to know?
Re: *raised eyebrow*
Roofies. You know… date rape drug.
That was really priceless, all of you. I had a few great laughs. 😛
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