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I love being lazy. I love sitting in dirty, crumpled clothes that I was wearing the day before, watching DVDs for 8 hours straight and getting up only to fetch some food and drink or to use the bathroom. If I wasn't obligated to do anything, I wouldn't. Wealth would not provide me the opportunity to try out a lot of shit I hadn't done before. It would only serve to give me the money to travel somewhere else and sit on my ass there.

This is the first time that I've felt more than 50% aware of my surroundings in the last 48 hours. I've been laid up with flu-like symptoms since a couple of hours after my radio show on Friday. (OK, so maybe that's not a full 48 hours)

I've discovered that Steve Perry is emmensely effective in distracting me from the sad.

Go Steve Perry!

Hole in my heart
Ripped wide, bleeding dark.
Puncture my soul
Leave your permanent mark.

Make the sad stop. I thought it had gone away. But it's back and it won't shut up.

I think of him often.

Sometimes snatches of visions. Seeing his hands on my knees, running up the length of my thighs, parting my legs. He grins at me knowingly when he does this. I grin back in much the same fashion.

I've never been a team player. I just don't play well with others. I did do the squad thing when I was in high school, but it was a personal challenge that I set for myself. One that I chose not to repeat after my initial year was up. I had my taste and was done with it.

I have no privacy.

Not in my real life and not on Myspazz. It has been my choice in both of these areas to put myself in a position where I have no privacy, so I can't really whine about it, right?

"Tell me how you want me."

You look me up and down slowly. I love how your eyes speak volumes. There is so much hidden behind them, so many doors to unlock. We've only starting scratching the surface of what to do together. Between your imagination and my own, the possibilities are tantilizingly limitless.

She is asleep when you arrive home. Stretched out over the length of the couch, one arm curled over the top of her head, the other arm clutching a book to her naked stomach. She appears to have taken a bath or shower before settling in with her book, as her hair is still damp. She is naked save for a pair of light pink panties. Her nipples jut out from her chest, stiffened from the cool air.