made my own pretty hate machine.
Dec. 4th, 2005 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jacktellsliesevery vibrator in my house is dead.
this is a lie: there is the nineteen-fifties hand-strap one that shoots sparks, and there is the nineteen-thirties one that was, once upon a time, the greatest invention on the face of this earth, until my electrocution. neither of us have been the same since.
and it is december, and i've bought a total of two winter gifts thus far. and i have thirty dollars to my name until friday. and i won't really get paid much, then. i work two days a week in a grocery store.
the gift situation i've been too overwhelmed to speak about. but this is simply a travesty. of all of the times for it to happen, too. i'm not entirely sure of what has happened to me, but methinks it is becoming a problem. all i seem capable of doing these days is wanking off. it would seem that i'm actually a bit worried about finishing my finals on time, because concentrating for long enough to get anything done has become an impossibility. i've come in more than one bathroom at my school, nearly every room in my house, and in a darkened corner of the library this week alone. (some of this has more to do with the awkward sleeping arrangements than my feverish ducking into the closets of roommates. i'm not entirely a desperate case yet, i suppose.) i am aware that this is excessive (although, i'm sure for many, entirely normal. hats off to you; you're made of better stuff than i.) but don't quite seem to be able to stop this madness. i'm a bit bruised. oh, what is to be done? besides accepting electrocution as a reasonable risk, of course.
this is a lie: there is the nineteen-fifties hand-strap one that shoots sparks, and there is the nineteen-thirties one that was, once upon a time, the greatest invention on the face of this earth, until my electrocution. neither of us have been the same since.
and it is december, and i've bought a total of two winter gifts thus far. and i have thirty dollars to my name until friday. and i won't really get paid much, then. i work two days a week in a grocery store.
the gift situation i've been too overwhelmed to speak about. but this is simply a travesty. of all of the times for it to happen, too. i'm not entirely sure of what has happened to me, but methinks it is becoming a problem. all i seem capable of doing these days is wanking off. it would seem that i'm actually a bit worried about finishing my finals on time, because concentrating for long enough to get anything done has become an impossibility. i've come in more than one bathroom at my school, nearly every room in my house, and in a darkened corner of the library this week alone. (some of this has more to do with the awkward sleeping arrangements than my feverish ducking into the closets of roommates. i'm not entirely a desperate case yet, i suppose.) i am aware that this is excessive (although, i'm sure for many, entirely normal. hats off to you; you're made of better stuff than i.) but don't quite seem to be able to stop this madness. i'm a bit bruised. oh, what is to be done? besides accepting electrocution as a reasonable risk, of course.