And the alien did decree: Bill and his forest of faggotry
Hey, D-land. So, last I blabbed at you, James was trying to get in to my pants. Long story short, it never happened. Longer story: we kept rejecting each other all week. I'm scared of dicks, he wants someone else. I got real intense with this James stuff. You guys missed a lot of emo bullshit, on my part. I've always had very bad reactions to male attention. This basically followed suit. James' deal was he wants this chick. He doesn't think he's got a chance; so, he hits on me. Naturally, I get angsty that he sees me as a vagina, and not a datable person. I end up going through a rollercoaster of angst over this. I actually started to think about challenging my phobia of dicks. Yup. Doomed. I have way too much angst over this stuff. I want a lady; the ladies no like me. I get hit on by dudes. But they have dicks, or they don't actually find me attractive or datable. Angst. |
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