Sunday, November 25, 2012
AIDS test.
I want to have sex with this guy at work and I asked him if he would get an AIDS test first. He said sure and I will let you read it while we are doing it. Haha - oh LORD. I don't know if - okay - really? Why am I being so tender about this? Now I'm telling myself my apartment isn't ready to be seen. He lives with a Spanish family in their apartment. What am I talking about? I need new stools in order to have sex? Jesus. Let's see if he gets the test. I can just use protection. This is the LAMEST attempt at sex that ever existed. Seriously he is going to be asleep by the time I stop being neurotic about this. I just need to do it and then I will be okay. Really? If I waited 3 years to eat a sandwich I wouldn't be freaked out about it. I WOULD EAT THAT SANDWICH!!!! FUCK. Exactly I need to fuck. Bye Bluebie!!!!!
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