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[sulphur]

Well...I'm all alone again, in my room in the middle of the night, typing away, and my head is absolutely buzzing with...oh, go on. Have a guess. Take a wild stab in the dark.

Those whose first thought was, "(*sigh*) The Phantom Fornicators, Sulphur, you boring predictable fuck!"...

...well...

YOU'RE WRONG!!!!!YES

Comments

[thesecretgrrl]

In all honesty, I hope it stays that way for a while. I find I like myself a whole lot more when sex is something I don't give a shit about. Those times when even if Miss Siberia was naked and masturbating on my bed, I'd just be like, "yeah, whatever," and just carry on with whatever other thnings I wanted to do. OK, so maybe that's an exaggeration. But the way I feel right now I don't think it is.

I'd really like to forget that I have a penis. I'd like to forget that there's such a thing as a vagina. Just for a while.

I hear you. It's rather like breaking from a fever, isn't it? I go in weird cycles - obsessive for a while, then couldn't give a damn. Very odd.

Enjoy the moments of peace!

[nandan]

I think you're cycling with me. I was obsessed two weeks ago, now, I just want to get my laundry done.

Also, have I ever mentioned to you that I used to hear phantom baby cries? For about two years after my son was born, I'd get up periodically in the night, convinced that I heard him whining or crying quietly. It's only been the past year that I've been able to identify the noises as 1) my cats wheezing in their sleep 2)refrigerator humming, and 3) wind whistling past windows. Figuring out the cat thing was a major step for me.

[anhedoniia]

:PPP