Whatever

I've been in no great mood to write lately. Thanksgiving vacation I had pledged to get shit done, and instead spent the extended holiday sitting around my house jerking off at inprecise intervals. Saturday I was supposed to play out this whole extended sex/bdsm scene with my aforementioned slut of a daughter, but instead I fired off an email complaining of a half-factual panic attack and played Tekken instead. The real problem was that she's been much too needy, and much too into the idea of me as a viable boyfriend - and the idea of going out bowling with her friends scared the fucking shit out of me. What am I supposed to do? Grit my teeth and smile? Try to pretend that I have something in common with this boorish round-faced medical student when the only upside of our relationship is getting to live out any depraved fantasy I can concoct?

We're facebook friends now. I'm too tired to fuck and too fucking tired. In my desire for cheap and unfufilling thrills I've been printing out choice selections from fantasy erotica and beating off in the second floor bathroom at work. I've heard anti-depressants curb sexual appetite and I figure that's killing two birds with one stone.