I can not handle sex with a person without the ability to be in their vicinity for at least the next week. Sex and run just doesn't seem to be my kind of thing. It keeps happening... but I'm not really certain if I'm down with it.
I had sex with [exhibit A] on Friday night and then left for New York on Saturday morning.
I FEEL LIKE CRAP.
And I'm kind of horny too... which no longer means ANYTHING. Fucking fuckity fuck, yo.
I am refusing myself to talk about this again.
At least for the rest of the week.
