And She Said This....

This afternoon-perhaps on account of music-I perceived that I must slack off occasionally, or what is the good in being alive?

This led to a conversation with her, and this was how it went:


“I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?”

“Why, I think of nothing else!”

“I almost think you forget you’re a girl.”

“I’m 21. That is not so wildly girlish.”


*shit, I love her!

Current music: I surrender (Celine Dion)
Current mood: tranquil.

Salvation

Her picture keeps recurring in my mind, and our first meeting in the ambience of a twilight evening redolent with the odor of books. The thought of salvation at this hour brings masturbation to mind with a simple-minded desire, and to rid my mind of this irrepressible urge, I return to a corner of the room, as was my wont, but after a while I realize I couldn’t jack off…….proof well enough that I’ve fallen in love after three years.

Current music. Broken wings (Creed)
Current mood. In love

That thing you do!!!

“ And she was doing this to me. What pain it gave me to think that she was showing favor to a contemptible, clumsy and sulky booby like him. He was always in pursuit of her and I had to cross him everyday. I would have felt miserable whomsoever she had favored but a worthier object would have caused me a different kind and degree of distress. And how she held him……now with encouragement, now with discouragement, now almost flattering him, now openly despising him, now knowing him very well, now scarcely remembering who he was……and all this when I was watching her……..”