I really don’t know what to categorize this with (I picked fantasy for the cliche) but I REALLY think I’m a nymphomaniac. I don’t know for sure because I don’t have s** with dozens of people and it’s not interfering with my daily life much, but it’s only been about four months of being single and not having s**, and I’m going. F******. INSANE. I don’t think that’s exaggeration either! No, nope, because first off, I keep having these s** dreams. And they are WEIRD. With old dudes, murderers, ugly people. And when I watch p*** I just get mad! I need s**, and I need it now. My only hope is Wednesday, and if I don’t get any, I think I’m positively going to lose my mind. Phew! That felt good to get out.
