I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long

[raybear]

Oops. I guess if I'm going to accidentally mark a "private" post as "friends", there are far worse ones than what I just did about being frustrated at work. It could have been some intensely personal diatribe that accidentally went out into the cosmos. These are the times when my brain screams "paper journal!"

Speaking of screaming brains, mine is out of control today, speeding off in every direction and moving at the speed of light. That might be lofty. How about the speed of sound instead? And I do feel like this lightning rod for the universe. It's exhausting. Or maybe being at work after not falling asleep until after 2:30 am is what's exhausting. I should take my own advice that I doled out to Sparky yesterday about sleep deprivation and state of mind. Though I'm not crazy today yet. Yet.

Being a grad student and working full-time is harder than I intially accomodated for. I can't help beg the question -- why the hell am I dabbling in personal ads? I don't have that kind of time. I can't even find time for all my friends. I can't even see my girlfriend for more than hour during any given day.

No wonder all my fantasies lately have been about an imaginary houseboy. I want a live-in lover who's on call whenever I want, for however long I want, with no obligation to them in any other hour of the day.

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[raybear.livejournal.com]

all i want is someone who will wash our dishes, do our laundry, and won't mind when i come into their room at any hour on any day and ride their cock for an orgasm or two. is that too much to ask? they can have sundays off, even.

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[dommeyourass.livejournal.com]

it's certainly not too much to ask.