Dirt be-gone!!!

I don't know what it is about home that has my filthy mind de-filth ( or what it was about school that made me this agro-fied teenager) but sanity has returned.

My inner whore is quiet for now. No more temptation to do freaky shit with people I barely know outside of the random conversation. Lol. Life is hilarious. I can laugh now about waking up at 4am and having, not choosing, having to delete his number after a particularly steamy dream and being ooh so grateful, 12 hours later, while texting Ineka when I wanted to act on it and the only reason I could'nt was that I didnt have his number. I'm still curious, but the lucky recipient of my attentions has changed *grin*

Funnier were conversations with ghanaboy, going through the lists of the guys I know and who would be best fir for "the job".

And now, all I want is attention. Michigan, I wanted tenderness, school I wanted something very physical, now I just want attention. I don't need you to ever touch me, I just want my phone ringing and to catch your surreptitious glances in public places and to flirt like everyones watching. So far, its been good, I just wish the guys were really worth the coquettish smiles and the innuendo.

I wonder what the tone for Jersey will be. Will it be another soul searching Michigan? Or more misbehavior? We'll see.

For right now, I need a bed and I can't believe I am basing my descision on wether to get a full sized bed or a Queen on the possibility that I may have someone sleep over occasionally and I'd rather not be squished.

Actually, squishing isn't all bad.

Eh, I cant decide. I just need a damn bed.