Four

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Four days. Four. Freaking. Days.

My player keeps wondering why I'm being this angsty (as if I don't have reason enough). It's really easy; I haven't gotten laid for FOUR FRAKKING FRELLING FUCKING DAYS.

I'm a teenager, damnit. Sex is always on my mind. My girlfriend isn't even on the same planet and spanking the monkey isn't quite cutting it now that I've been with Vala Mal Doran.

What? This is therapy. Can't I for once not be a boyscout and just come right out and admit that I haven't have sex in four days and it's FRUSTRATING.

Comments

[aboywhosnotrory.livejournal.com]

Ah, but my moustache is very, very soft. Like baby's hair. So there would be no whisker-burning, anyway.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're lucky then. *looks at moustache* Can I touch it?

[aboywhosnotrory.livejournal.com]

Of course. But be careful. It's...sensitive.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*carefully touches the moustache* Dude, you're right. It is soft.

*frowns* What's that shiny sticky stuff right there? *points at spot right underneath the moustache*

[aboywhosnotrory.livejournal.com]

It's...I have a cold.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Oh. *quickly pulls hand back*

[aboywhosnotrory.livejournal.com]

Yes. Sorry. It's gross. This...um...this is why no girls like me! Because I am disgusting and snotty.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I kinda get it now. *quickly wipes his fingers on his pants*