I don't know if I've written a post while under the influence before. I type pretty good considering, I think to myself. Do I write I think to myself in quotes, she wonders. I wonder if I'm as funny as I think I am as I type this. I'm pretty assured I am.
My man just walked out the door leaving me in a state of how show I say this delicatly... horniness. Nah, there's no way I can say this delicatly. And I can't spell delicatly apparently, so says the little red line. We had sex earlier today, but we had wine with dinner, and I can't tell you what wine does to me. I've been very low carb and having wine is like pouring it directly to my... veins I think. Anyway I'm drunk and horny, and he had to go back home, it's a five hour drive. He was also horny, because I had proof, proof that you can hold in your hands. I think I said too much. TMI.
He tortured me in fact and I think I need to call the sexual police. I have bite marks and everything. Which for those of you agahst, I happen to like. Crap I can't spell agahst either. There's a small, very small, red light warning flashing in the back of my brain saying, "don't post this, don't post this", (I used quotes!), but I'm going against it because I'm...(God I hope I spell this next word right), rebellious. Woot! Woot for the correct spelling, not my rebelliousness fyi.
I love Ferdinand, he links me and gives me lots of great hits, thanks Ferdie.
Good night all.
