and not the punctuation mark.

Ok, so I get back from Rochester this afternoon, and I’m all horny and want to fuck Paul since I haven’t in like 4 days, which is just horrible! I call Paul to come over, then I go to the bathroom and … FUCK!! So I’m like, well, it’s basically really light, so I think we’ll be ok, we’ll fuck anyway. So we fuck, Paul’s like, ‘it’s getting a little red down there’ but by then I’m already so horny, so I’m like ‘it’s fine’ and we fuck and it’s all good. We finish, he pulls out after he cums, and I am dripping blood. Fuckin’ aye. So the poor boy is complaining about being all bloody balled and what not. I felt bad, but we got to fuck! I really wanted to!!! I really liked it too. I’m sorry I got you (and my comforter) all bloodied.

Then we watched a movie, O Brother Where Art Thou, and it was fun. We like to fool around intermittedly while we watch the movie. Near the end, I was playing with his head by touching his man boob. It’s something that really freaks him out, so I love to do it, it really fucks with his head which is awesome. Anywho, he grabbed my wrists after playing with him like that, so I bent down and bit his upper chest.

*SMACK*

His fist connects with the side of my face. It was an accident, he was just trying to cover himself up, but his knuckles ended up hitting my head instead. I was just kind of in shock, I walked to the bathroom and just stared in the mirror thinking “Omigod, did he just hit me?! What do I do, I love him, I need him, what do I do? *breathe breathe* Ok, if I go back in there and he’s all angry like, I’ll just be really quiet and not do anything unless he says so and then he won’t hit me again. If he’s all apologizing then I’m ok”. I came back in and he felt horrible and wouldn’t stop apologizing *whew*. Yah, it was a complete accident, but I gave me such a fright. It’s all ok now, I was just kind a scared, me jumping to the worst conclusions of course. I hope I didn’t make him feel too bad, I guess I just kind of freaked out. Anywho, no worries though, all is alright. ttyl!

I don’t even know where to put this entry. All I know is that I need to write or I will just keep crying until my eyes get so irritated with the constant bath of salt water that they just pack up and leave. So I’m putting it here, since only Paul and Ryn will see it. If you have a problem with that Paul, just tell me and I’ll make the entry invis.

I hate it. I hate it so bad. It’s not fair at all. The fucking person in that car probably deserved to die more than that cat did. And the heartache. Oh my god, the heartache. It’s so… I don’t even know. All I know is that I only knew the cat for almost exactly one month (I met him on the 19th of Oct and the news was on the 22nd), and how I fell in love with him. I remember I used to pick him up and take him up to Paul’s room and just pet him and pet him and pet him. Heh, Paul always warned me that me keeping him there would make him scratch me, but he never did. Cats are such intelligent beings, so intuitive and perceptive. I bet he knew I loved him, perhaps he loved me back. Quite I few times he would come up onto my lap and let me pet him. Paul just called him an attention whore, and maybe, but he was all too cute.

I remember lieing on Paul’s bed with Snowball, and I happened to not be wearing any clothes. I remember, it was funny, Paul was like, “oh look, a beautiful naked girl and my cat…” I used to give Snowball kisses in Paul’s bed, and Paul would get ‘angry’ cuz I was too busy kissing the cat instead of kissing him.

And the name. Paul would always call him “Fluffy.” The way he said it, it just… I dunno, just something about how he said it just made me happy. I can’t describe it, but the tone and the way he said it just showed me the compassion and love he had for him. “Fluffy” was one of my favorite words for him to say, just because of the way he said it just made me giggle with happiness.

The year is shaping up to have way too much death in it. WHO NEXT?!?!? I am a person who has never experienced tragic death before this year. Scruffy died when I was younger, I don’t even remember how old I was, but he died of old age in my father’s arms. We were all at peace with Scruffy’s death. Yah, I cried, the cat I grew up with, that me and my brother had so many memories with, was gone, but we knew he was at peace and lived a full, wonderful life. WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY?!?!? I hate it all. I just finish crying, and then suddenly I’m starting again. I don’t like it, I’m just so… I can’t explain. I hate it all. Why do I have to deal with so much death all of a sudden? Kevin, and now Fluffy?! I’m almost wondering if it is not foreboding of my decent into madness. I mean, everything is suddenly just going to hell, what the fuck! I hate everything so bad right now. I just want to do what Keith did and just go and scream for 10 minutes straight, just scream and bawl my eyes out. Oh why?

Take the quiz: “What Kinda Kiss R U?”

Tender Kiss
The tender kiss is the feeling where you can be anywhere and show your feelings.

Take the quiz: “What do your anime breasts look like, eh?”

Nicely Medium
You’re nicely medium… You’re not embarassingly small or painfully big. Don’t change yourself, unless you’re a masochist. Then it’s okay, I guess.

Take the quiz: “Which Kind of Sex Are You?”

Married Couple Sex
You are boring, your sex life is like a dead animal…it’s soft and smells funny.

ok, this is not going to become a habit, but I had to include this somewhere. I think it fits here. Paul, you should take this quiz too and we’ll put your results up as well.

How aggrevating. My sex drive packed up and left, and failed to tell me!

Seriously. Like Saturday, we watched movies, and Paul was staying the night, so it was perfect to do it, but suddenly I just had no interest in fucking. Me, no interest! WTF? Seriously! So no sex on Saturday. Then today, I was in the mood a little, so I figured what the heck, I was nice and wet, so it was all good, right? Wrong. After a few minutes of fucking I was all dried up. I don’t get it. Why is my horniness gone?! It doesn’t make any sense! So sex ended without Paul cumming. How sad is that? I felt bad. Then we were getting all horny this after noon, and I was all moist again, so ooh, let’s fuck! type of thing. Again, we start, and I dry up. Paul thought it was the condom at first, but it was just that the condom was losing all its lube as well, and dry latex on skin = doesn’t work. So again, we stopped before he came. I feel so bad! Like inadequate or something, even tho I know I’m not. I hope I get my horniness back soon.

Again, nothing to do with what this blog is really about, but here’s some quotes I just have to write down.

Dr. Brisby: “Welcome to THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!”
Dr. Venture: “Holy Dammit Christmas!”

Dr. Venture: “What are you doing in there Hank?”
Hank: “I’m practicing being a boyfriend!”

Very, very bad. Venture Bros is an awesome show to watch together. Aww, so romantic

My god. I cannot believe the stupidity that was last night/this morning. Well, before I get into that, I just want to say OMG! Billy SANG!!!1 Yah, last night me and Paul went to the Harding Musical “Annie.” Billy played the cop and Cabinet member Harold Ickes. The best part ever:

“I don’t want to hear so much as a gosh out of you, Ickes.”

FDR: “Harold. Sing.”
Billy: “What?!”
FDR: “You heard me: sing.”
Billy: (Singing) “The sun’ll come out, tomorrow…”

HAHAHA! It was classic! I can’t believe Billy sang a solo in front of everyone like that! It was crazy! And he sang the single gayest song known to man… *laughing ass off.* That is simply hilarious.

So yah, that was the amazing Harding musical. Wow. So yah, then after the play I was exceedingly horny, and I wanted to go back to my place and fuck. Yah, blunt, but true. My mind was onto the next thing. So yah, what it was was that Steve was waiting for Heather in our room to come back, then the two of them were going to go home. So we get back to my dorm at about 10:25, Steve’s still there, so we’re like, ok. Then 10 minutes go by. Then 30. Still no Heather, and she’s not answering her phone either. Finally she does, and Steve is fuming because he’s been waiting for her, and she had completely blown him off and gone to Perkins with her Greek buddies. Damn, that’s just rude, if nothing else. Poor Steve. After about an hour or so of frustrated madness involving Steve, Heather and her mom, Heather finally showed up and they went home. God damn. That girl is out of her mother fuckin mind. To just blow someone off when they are waiting on HER is just horrible. Rawr. Well, at least after this incident there is more of a chance that Heather’s going to get pulled off campus and be forced to be a commuter, which is fine with me at this point. She is just messed up right now.

Yeah, so then they finally left. We wanted to fuck, but we were both really tired. We had a quick fuck anyway, Paul came really quite quickly though, partially because we hadn’t had time to fuck in 3 days, and he was pretty tired so he couldn’t really hold back very long before cumming. But yah, then we slept, and it was good.

Woke up about 10:45am this morning, fooled around for a little, then did a little fuckin’ again, but I guess Paul just wasn’t up to it this morning, he was really having problems with cumming with the condom on, which was strange to me, so he took it off and finished fucking me and just pulled out as he came. I got all cummy, but no worries, I’m just glad he got to cum too.

Then we went to IHOP, it was my first time at the IHOP. we went at about noon, and I had chocolate chip pancakes. They were GOOD!!! YUMYUMYUMYUMYUMYUM!! Me gusta. But yah, then we got back around 2pm-ish, and we fooled around a little more. Poor boy, I am over-excerting his poor genitals. Death by sex, I’m sure there’s worse ways to go…

I hope Heather gets pulled off campus and pulled out of DT. It’s really fucking with her brain. Then again, that’s assuming she has a brain, which is a pretty big assumption. Bye!

Ok, this really has nothing to do with our sex life, but Paul was helping me with my chem today and we were doing stuff with valence bonding descriptions. He is the best teacher ever! The reason? He says the funniest damn things. Example:

“Nuclei do not like to be ass raped.”

Classic! I just had to put it in somewhere so I never forget such an awesome quote. All for now!

I think I may have to kill my roommate. Yah, so me and Paul are just starting to go at it, both of us insanely horny, and it was getting really hot… and there was a noise at the door. the sound of a turning key. FUCK. So I scream “don’t come in!” but she yells “I have to, I have class” and continues to open the door. So me and Paul quickly hide under the blanket and everything is completely silent while she gets her stuff. Then she says, “I’ll be back around 5″ and leaves. Shit. I am fucked. She must hate me now. I am so screwed, she’s going to go tattle to Ting and I will be screwed.

The worst part though was that the moment was totally ruined and we both lost all our horniness, which was just tragic. I was mad as hell. We attempted to fuck again, but it just didn’t work too well, since we had used our last condom in the box we had bought, and all we had was the free condoms I had gotten at Hamline’s health fair. Crappy, crappy condoms.

So I think I may have to kill Heather now. Oh well, no more roommate. May she go to hell.