Tell Me.

As I listen to the juvenile sounds of The Right Side of the Tree I am reflecting on my one-night-stands.

I can remember my first one-night-stand, I was 16. Great. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, a nameless individual who conveniently became one of my biggest stalkers even to this day. I was spending the weekend at my weekend beach house and was introduced to this fellow by a mutual friend. He was a junior in college, oh my god. Star-struckness mixed with a nasty combination of marijuana usage and coors light I was easily convinced to have sex in the front seat of this kid's pick-up truck.

I don't know what was worse, the 20 seconds of sex or the 20 seconds of cum.

Maybe that is why it took me so long to have another one-night hook-up. My first night with a guy that wasn't a serious boyfriend was the worst sex I had ever experienced. Even trevor the sweater was better than that.

Suck on that.

Uptight

So my micro-economics professor stood in the front of our lecture hall explaining her disappointment with our analysts papers. These papers reflected the automobile industry's terrifying debt and the necessity of a buy-out. I don't know about the majority of the class, but I know that my paper was excellent. Unfortunately all I could think while she blabbered on the necessity of good writing skills was the fact that she needed to get laid. Her physics teaching husband has visited own class a couple times and I took his class last semester so I have to ask.

Why isn't he fulfilling her needs?

She needs to get a little.

The Purpose

And so it seems I am blogging.

I have entered the dark world of the release of feelings and emotions to a crowd only which may judge and calculate what it is you are attempting to put on the table.

So here it is:

Blogging is that thing that people do, you know, when they are bored, lonely, in need of a friend or two. I blog for what I said before...the release. I need to let out how I feel on certain issues. Things such as politics, sex, and moral fortitude.

In the days and months following I will tell it how I see it and no other way.

Everyone beware.

a world full of sex

I live in a place that is surrounding by sex.

Blowjobs this, fuck me that.

As some would say, it is bound to be talked about its "natural."  I have shared my moments of sexually activity. 

The worst being when a one-night-stand who groaned in my ear.  This was only after he was finally able to get it up.  First he demanded 20-minute head.  Then he started his abnormal moan.  It was quite eventful, obviously.

After the 8-minute sex, I slipped my Guess jeans and and Jimmy Choo shoes on and grabbed my orange Prada purse as I rushed out of his door of his mother's home.

What a mistake that was.

Tune in for more.