Jealous and Stupid or Honest with Boner?

Wednesday, August 25, 2010 16:00

I just watched an episode of Judge Judy, where some douche hit his girlfriend because some other guy sent her a text message or called her phone. I don’t remember which.

Kyrie gets hit on, by other guys and girls. I imagine especially while she go go dances–but that’s what’s supposed to happen. Why would I get jealous of that?

I’ve heard people say that one should be flattered when someone flirts with their significant other, that it’s a sign that you’re with someone attractive, or some such shit. I don’t agree with this either. The truth is, when someone hits on my girlfriend, it has nothing to do with me. People are attracted to people, sometimes that includes the person you’re with. That’s it. Most likely, your existence only ruins someone else’s fantasy.

I’m quite happy to lust after people left and right. Everyone should do that, and not make any big thing about it.

And truthfully, even when you think someone is nasty, isn’t there still some pleasure in knowing they want in your pants?

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by Robert Tomoguchi aka deadponies

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Sex, Drugs, and Gregory Peck

Wednesday, August 25, 2010 10:02

So I’m back on some drugs I hate taking, these little pills that keep me from feeling much of anything. I’m also back on these meds I always have available to me for use at night. I haven’t taken them for weeks, but now my doctor insists, even though they make me feel loopy.

They also give me strange dreams.

A few days ago, I dreamed I was Gregory Peck and I didn’t have money for a train ticket. I snuck onto a train anyway, and since my Gregory Peck voice was so deep and so confident, no one even noticed I was really a hobo.

The next night I dreamed I was in the shower making out with one of my friends. She was cheating on her girlfriend. But moments later, her girlfriend got in the shower with us and we all had sex. That is so not likely to happen without these drugs.

I’m supposed to lie down right after I take my night meds. I get all wobbly when I don’t. Last night, I took them and kept working until I couldn’t stay awake any longer. It was difficult to walk to bed. Once there, allegedly, I pulled Kyrie’s shorts off, and as she put it, “had a snack.” Allegedly, I told her to grab the bars of the headboard and we had sex. Allegedly, I told her now she’s going to have a baby. Allegedly, I asked, “You know why I want to have a baby?” Allegedly, I answered myself, “So we can go on Maury and hear him say, ‘You are not the father!’”

I see two of my shrinks today.

Posted in night dreams, psych stuffs, sex

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