Exhaustion, and not the fun kind.

"Teacher, I can't take the test today, I have sexual exhaustion"
"Oh that's alright, you may write it with your left hand"


Thought I'd start off with a joke before I go on whining about my day.
I would love to say that today was a good day, but it wasn't It fucking sucked from beginning to end and I don't even want to talk about it. I shouldn't bore you with all that.

But then again, this is my blog and I write whatever I want, I'm not forcing anyone to read it, you're kind of here on my condition.

While I'm at it: I'm fucking tired of people who ask me why I write this blog. I do it for me, okay? I love writing. And no, keeping a diary would not be the same because I'd end up never actually writing and thinking it's stupid. I have a need to express my opinion in a way that's accessible to other people, what you could ask, if anything, is why they bother to read it.
Actually, I think most don't even read it, they just hear about it.
I realize that there's a lot of stuff on here that people can use against me but duh, I posted it in the first place, which means it's nothing you can really tease me about since I'm honest about it.
I'm "impossible to blackmail" as C put it.

In case you haven't noticed, I post less and less about who I hook up with and more and more about how miserable I am. And go figure, you're still here.

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