randomness and TMI and more randomness
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dchenesIt took me until last night to come off the insomnia kick I was on. I think it has to do with the amount of protein I didn't eat this week, for some reason. So if I have chicken for dinner tonight, I should be fine again.
For some reason I spent the entire weekend horny as hell. Could not make it stop, could not stop thinking about it, could not for the life of me accomplish anything useful. Linguistic theory and hormones do not mix at all. It was even worse because I had nobody to do anything about it with. I wound up writing smut for the first time in my life, just to take the edge off it enough to get minor chores done. Today, thank goodness, I seem to be back to normal.
Even if I had been seeing somebody, I probably would have scared him. I scared myself some.
Modeling today wasn't as bad as last time. My neck is still speaking to me. We shall see what it thinks after Wednesday, though.
I'm about ready to massacre whichever telemarketer keeps calling me at 6:05 PM every evening. Fortunately I won't be home at 6:05 PM until Friday. Even when I answer the phone, there's nobody on the other end of it, so I can't tell them to shut up and go away.
I need to go buy food again. My refrigerator contains milk, eggs, broccoli, leftover tomato salad, and condiments. It would help if I knew what I felt like eating, though. My freezer contains frozen chicken, half a loaf of bread, and two kinds of coffee. I'm at a loss how to defrost bread in this weather, without a microwave. If I leave it out long enough to thaw, it'll get green and fuzzy.
If you want to get money via wire transfer, do you have to call the sending bank or the receiving bank or both?
For some reason I spent the entire weekend horny as hell. Could not make it stop, could not stop thinking about it, could not for the life of me accomplish anything useful. Linguistic theory and hormones do not mix at all. It was even worse because I had nobody to do anything about it with. I wound up writing smut for the first time in my life, just to take the edge off it enough to get minor chores done. Today, thank goodness, I seem to be back to normal.
Even if I had been seeing somebody, I probably would have scared him. I scared myself some.
Modeling today wasn't as bad as last time. My neck is still speaking to me. We shall see what it thinks after Wednesday, though.
I'm about ready to massacre whichever telemarketer keeps calling me at 6:05 PM every evening. Fortunately I won't be home at 6:05 PM until Friday. Even when I answer the phone, there's nobody on the other end of it, so I can't tell them to shut up and go away.
I need to go buy food again. My refrigerator contains milk, eggs, broccoli, leftover tomato salad, and condiments. It would help if I knew what I felt like eating, though. My freezer contains frozen chicken, half a loaf of bread, and two kinds of coffee. I'm at a loss how to defrost bread in this weather, without a microwave. If I leave it out long enough to thaw, it'll get green and fuzzy.
If you want to get money via wire transfer, do you have to call the sending bank or the receiving bank or both?
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TMI Reply
Date: 2003-09-08 12:45 pm (UTC)It's also a perfectly normal response to living alone and having it finally hit your body that you're living alone. It's very liberating to realize you're not disturbing anyone, or at least don't care if you're disturbing anyone. I go through something similar whenever I find myself living alone, such as when I moved out of my parent's place and when my ex moved out. My libido went through the roof, especially on the otherwise unoccupied weekends.
Do you plan to post said smut to any newsgroups or web sites?
As for not having anyone to help you with the condition, you are on a college campus. There are plenty of young undergrads who would LOVE the chance for some quality time with a female grad student.
I doubt any man would have been scared by a raging libido, and I find it a little disconcerting that you say it scared you. May I ask what about it made you uncomfortable?
You're in a new place with new people. Those of us who helped you move already saw some changes taking place in how you acted, and the news of your modeling for art classes further convinced us you were becoming more adventurous and outgoing. A surge in your libido could just be part of those changes. Speaking form experience, becoming more comfortable living in your own skin is an aphrodisiac of the highest order. Liking who you are is in itself a turn on.