can't you help me as i'm starting to burn, to many doses and i'm starting to get an attraction....but can you show me what it's like to be set free..

first things first.....

what the fuck is with me getting mildly sick every time i get all inspired and motivated to get my work-out on?! seriously! this is ridiculous! i'm not even sick per se..i'm just a snot bucket and my tonsil is getting all funky/weird/huge/painful again..

so what do i do? in total pre-emptive style, i bust out the antibiotics i have left over because smart (or dumb..seeing as it says in huge letters on the bottle "take all of this medication") me kept half of the pills i was given for a rainy day.

this? this seems like my rainy day. god forbid i have to miss a week of class again because i can't swallow (seriously...get your fuckin mind out of the gutter...pervs!), have a fever, can't keep food down, and have to be wearing about 9 layers to feel warm..all the while having a single pocket of lymphnodes take up the entire back of my mouth/throat.

so fine, i started up on the antibiotics this morning (and even ate breakfast along with it..be proud of me people..i never eat in the morning)......and then midway through the already coma-inducing constituional law....the little gel cap hits me......

that's right. i can drink like a fish and be fine....but one little gelcap of amoxicillin makes me feel lightheaded, dizzy, kind of nauseated..and i want to do nothing more than curl up in bed and sleep my life away...

pathetic isn't it?

this desire to sleep is further complicated by the fact i got new detergent....well not new, but i opted to try one of the scented options of the detergent i love: cheer. now....you see.....i have insanely sensitive skin...i mean it...i can only use tide and cheer for detergents, otherwise i get hives and rashes..and it's just not pretty.....SO! guess what happened when i used my new scented cheer on my amazingly comfortable satin sheets (seriously..you need to invest in satin sheets. your bed, your lover, and you will thank..well..you)?

that's right..i woke up the next morning a little itchy.....but i figured it was just 'cause my apartment is the equivalent of the sahara....so i moistiruzed and was fine. the next morning? little more itchy...more moisturizer--this time a body butter, which smells awesome, highly recommend the bliss product line--and i was okay. this morning? i feel like a human scratching post.

"so wash your sheets with the normal detergent, you retard" i hear you say.....yea.....that's the problem..i don't have time. between work, school, homework, and taking naps 'cause of these antibiotics....i'm kinda fucked. yarg!

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great..so now that we got that out of the way...i want to have a little talk with you men about a little something we call "eating out".....(seeing as it's been showcased on a few blogs i read)

as, i think, all of you know...i have my clit peirced. well, to be more technical, i have a verticle hood peircing...

(total aside: i recommend it for anyone who wants a peircing that is easily hidden, and has some kind of sexual purpose....it didn't hurt at all, i haven't had one problem with it, and aside from having random moments of "oh..oh wow" at the gym....it's fantastic!)

that said....i really haven't had it for that long..and only two guys have ever "used it" so-to-speak....and that brings me to my point.

most men, really have no clue what to do down there..it's kind of fight or flight, and that's fine..because most women like different things and finding out what she wants is more important than being star studded and amazining, in your mind, and her thinking it sucks...right? (that's really inarticulate..but you get the point)....point is? unless you're really fuckin up, it feels good...but there's always room to grow

cue the peircing. BOYS!! it's an indicator of where the clit is...it is not the clit. it's a peice of metal going through a really thin peice of skin above the clit...so..going to town on it doesn't really do much for me, per se...and ya know what? sucking on a peice of metal going through flesh.....well....it starts. to. hurt.

yes, i got it to make your life a little easier, and my pleasure a little more....present (shut it murph..it'll happen one day!)....

but it's not the holy grail of getting me to orgasm...k?

so leave it alone. don't play with it to the point of me wanting to kick you in the head because it hurts.

focus on other shit down there too....and we'll all have a more pleasant and fun dining out experience.

kisses!