Tired, horny, and feeling frustrated with the universe.

I feel like I've got my fist clenched too tight and things escape my grasp. I wish I wasn't like this. I'm sad, and I'm crying, "Why?" but not about anything but the circumstances at which things are happening. Oh well. Life moves on.

I'M FUCKABLE!

Yay!

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Hunter S. Thompson, dead, 67. Fatally shot himself.

This journal is friends only.

This journal is quite private.

This journal wishes it could be hot just like Sailor Star Maker herself.