2004-12-16

Oh what a wicked web...
I am beginning to wonder if I am really cut out for the whole marriage, babies, blissful suburban life thing and the signs are indicating that i am not. Whatever gene it is that makes someone flamboyant, over the top, needy for attention and highly sexed is working overtime for me now. Yup, my gay gene is going off!
I am in lust with a beautiful Canadian moose called Mike who has the best teeth, the most perfect nails, and such wonderful forearms - he is my genetic answer, he is the reason for sex and procreation. Oh and his big brown eyes... god, god, even if I wasn't married I would feel terribly turned over by him. Grrrrrrrrrrr
And then there's the professor, my lovely Dr Pants. Am working at the uni and having a verbal fling thing with a balding, bad-toothed, decadent academic who is filling the role of seducer in cap and gown. I am having over the desk fantasies that would make a hooker blush.
Oh dear, the office chicks are back from their meeting. More on my recent sexual awakening later

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