There is a part of me that is...excited. I guess that would be the word. Not that I'm jumping for joy over the idea of throwing myself to the hyenas of the dating world, but just the idea that I can do whatever I want...or rather whoever I want from now...it's kind of exciting. Why do I feel like I'm about to regress back to the summer of my 26th year when I could sleep with you on Tuesday night and pretend not to know you come Wednesday night and boink a different person Thursday, Friday, Saturday night and not give a care in the world?
Sunday and Monday were for resting ((^_~))