Me: omg this guy in this video is jerking off to Depeche Mode. Trés chic.
Jeff : hahaha
Jeff : who?
Me: “billy”
Me: on that website

Kinsey would be proud

I had a bit of an anger attack at work, it was one of those things where you get asked to do something that takes fifteen minutes and you are asked after one minute whether it is done. Grr. Oh well. But afterwards I was talking to my boss about the applications of the database software to help a lot of our functions, and he was very pleased. I’ll get to play once the tech guy puts the program onto one of the servers instead of my boss’s computer. Well, there was no one in my classroom so I came into the library to blog. Amanda was sitting in the lounge talking at some poor man. I came here at about four and she was talking at him, so let’s see…he’s been there an hour. I must call my mom tonight or she’ll never forgive me. I’m glad I’m so busy. I haven’t had time to ruminate on my existence. Yay. But I am redoubled in my efforts to find someone hot to have sex with. I mean, I have good novels to read, stimulating things to write about…all that’s left out of the equation is sex with someone that loves me. That would be sweet. Shit! It’s 5:16. Must get to class.

I stayed up until like 4 a.m. and I slept in and missed class. Of course, I blame Josh. He doesn’t have a single clock in his house, it’s like Vegas. But yeah, we went to the store and got food and I made Pad Thai. It was pretty tasty, but the recipe called for waaaaay too much oil than was really necessary. I’ll have to make it again some time, sans the excessive oil. I really should get the hell out of here. I’m going to bring this giant box of tea that my mom sent me (that I don’t particularly like) to the break room at work. As bad as it is, it’s better than that accursed Farmer Brothers orange pekoe shit. I hate it that I missed my class. New rule: no going anywhere Sunday night. Hm, if I leave early I can check out Ace and see about the duct stuff. Well, I might as well do it Tuesday when I actually have money. I want my computer to run really really cold, it will make it ever so stable. I must depart. Oh yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day. Meh. I picture Taggart whispering sweet nothings in my ear, which is depressing. But there is something I miss about that “relationship.” Getting to fuck somebody beautiful. That should be my new year’s resolution. To fuck somebody beautiful. At least it’s a goal. It’s nice to have goals. Okay, I must get the hell out of here.