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Last Fantasy Smut! [28 Jul 2009|08:42pm]
Last Part )

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Even More Smut [28 Jul 2009|08:41pm]
 

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More Shameless Smut! [28 Jul 2009|08:41pm]

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Smut [28 Jul 2009|08:40pm]
~.~ Don't be hatin'!

Part One )

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Hmmm [20 Sep 2007|10:26pm]
[ mood | grumpy ]
[ music | "Sister Blister"-Alanis Morissette ]



So let me just throw this out there: it seems that whenever the year picks up in full swing, I have a choice, a very important choice. I am either able to pursue sex or study. Now...I understand that I have to study...but dear God, does anyone else go through withdrawal? To understand why I have to make this decision and can't have the cake and devour it too you have to understand my schedule. Mondays I have class from 9:00 until 6:30. Tuesday, I work 8:00-7:00. Wednesday, same as Monday. Thursday 9:00-8:00, Friday classes from 9:00-11:00, work until 7:00, Saturday 8:00-3:30. When I get home, I have to make dinner for the family, (I am not a mother, but I have to mother mine.) take care of the ridiculous amount of cats that we have, and be sure that everything is prepped for my mom's next day and for mine. This doesn't include cleaning or laundry or gardening, etc. By the time I'm done with this it's usually around 10:00 if I'm lucky. ~.~ Now. When the hell would I have time for sex? Like never. So. I'm stuck. Frustrated. Irritated. And desperately deprived. *sighs* And on top of all of this, my Organic lab proctor is the hottest thing since the Roman Empire. Dear God, he's delicious!!! (And maybe you normal people find this odd, but I find Organic Chemistry rather...sensual...blame it on my deprivation...and said hottie.) So...let's nickname him the Roman God just because I don't use names in my blogs.

So Roman God apparently knows my friend, IrishLady from Physics class last year. Apparently, she told me about him, etc etc. I never saw him until the last Thursday. Can I just say I have never felt my jaw drop as fast as it did when I saw him. My God he's delicious! He's even hot in lab goggles and a lab coat! (And trust me, friends, they aren't flattering.) *sigh* I found myself talking to IrishLady about him and making all sorts of corny Chemistry jokes and puns. Like "Oh I'd take his electron to a new energy level! He'd definitely make emissions when he went down!" Yeah..yeah.I know. Only us geeks could pull that off when totally thinking about jumping the sexy son of a bitch.

For the sake of my sanity and the health of those around me, I hope I get time to get laid soon. By the Roman God.

AHH SAVE ME!

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[19 Sep 2007|11:02pm]
Okay. So I know this is going to be really picky and complainy, but too bad. I hate that the background of IJ is gray. I hate gray. Who likes it? I mean...it's so dreary. It's kind of like asking who likes drawing tables. NO ONE! So why do we have to in Drawing?! NO EFFING CLUE! Tables...for two weeks. And now we graduated to an upturned bench with...*gasp* a blanket!!

I think I'm just tired. @.@ I've been hunting down fanfic authors on this site and communities that I'll want to have in my quiver. Man...studying full time and working 10 hours a day is impossible...Why oh why does my university torture me by giving us no vaca till Thanksgiving? I don't know what will happen sooner; over sleeping daily or my brain exploding from way to much information. FYI, mitochondria are totally phallic.

So...after a ruthless day--it wasn't too bad because it was interrupted by lunch with Kristen and some happy cabbage--I came home and found that Anna had made dinner for me. Yay I love her!

The bad news is...I've become addicted to Starbucks yet again. And I'm a butter creature. I seriously need to get back on my diet. I was so good for a while there, running whenever I came home from work and all that. And then the semester started and I just stuffed my mouth and became a host for the coffee leech. Mmm coffee.

Oh well. I'll get it...somehow. TO THE ECLAIRS!

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