Life is so cruel...

When all I want to do is fuck you.

Instead, I'm here...third day no shower, in my p.j.'s, with half a page of my 10 page paper completed and no thesis or even a topic in mind.

But it's cool...I'm not really complaining because it could be worse....way worse.

Anyways, things are crazy over here at chez Jez. One of my roommates got married on the beach near our place on Friday evening and I wasn't even aware that she was engaged. Well, technically she wasn't...it's kind of a long story, but yesterday she came down with her new husband to tell us (me and my other 3 roommates) the news...but I knew already. I'm sly and a notorious snoop, so I was aware something was up early on. Plus, she's been blaring her music at odd hours, so I was sure she was getting some ass and trying to cover it up....and not to sound like a pervert, but I'd rather hear people fucking than Bobbie Brown blasted at 1:00 a.m...seriously.

We have mouses. I made a trap in the middle of the night, consisting of a 4 litre milk jug, an empty toilet paper roll, a pair of black nylons, and some peanut butter...so far, they haven't taken the bait, but I'm pretty confident my trap will work...it always does...

Finally, I may or may not have had sex recently...meaning I most definitely did...and now it's all I can think about...dammit.

It's funny, J is totally unlike any guy I've ever dated. First of all he's my age...I haven't dated someone even close to my age since I was 16 and secondly he's skinny and not much taller than me. But we have so much fun together and he totally knows how to bring out the porn start in me without making me feeling like a porn star...if that makes any sense. Not getting into details, but I've done a lot of "firsts" with him in the past month...and I wasn't aware that I had any "firsts" left.

Anyways, I guess I should get back to my non-paper...