My finals are done! I'm overjoyed. And I was craving the sexy time. One David with a dog named Sage spent the night and slept here until morning. That was great. I don't care about how many people I have sex with. The more important thing is that I have sex with people that care about me as a friend. They don't just have sex with me and leave, cheapening the experience. We have sex and then eat and talk and sleep and then they leave when they're good and ready. I like that very much.
In other news, my sister was diagnosed bipolar on Monday, Dec. 1st. Although it's really hard for my mom, dad and I, we are finding the humor in it, because she says the craziest shit. One of my favorites was "Girl, I can hear things now. I'm like Superman." They get better and better as time goes on. Although I help us find the humor in it, I feel guilty for being away from home. I wish I could help out, give my parents a break. I don't spend much time crying, but I do spend a bit of time thinking of my sister.
I'll be relieved to go home. Next week I'm going home on Thursday and staying until Sunday so I can squeeze in family time and help out a little. Can't think of a better way to spend 4 days.
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