Don't do anything but lay around. Don't get dressed. Don't do the things people ask you to. Don't take a shower. Do eat some food. Do listen to some music. Do smoke if you wanna. Do allow your mind to wander of to distant points of interest.

Ladies who don't mind shaving their twats and painting their torso and letting me get a wide open beaver shot with breast included ... or two guys who don't mind getting into a shower together necked, hugging, making eggs, oh, and recording obnoxious sex noises through the walls.

yep, so nice but i still get bored.

Matthew suggested that I make this offer in ejaculation training. I taught myself to ejaculate after watching an instructional video a couple summers ago. It's more difficult than it looks. It comes easier to some than others. It took me an entire jobless summer of intensive masturbation to get it right. It is all about pressure on the G-spot. I've successfully ejaculated about 4 or 5 times. I haven't perused it after my initial elation at ejaculation success because for me its not simultaneous with orgasm so it doesn't seem worth the effort. I'd rather just have a clitoral orgasm. I have ejaculated with my partners a couple times. One guy said it felt like a warm water hose on his dick. I thought that was nice. Don't worry about stains or anything like that (my current guy friend was a little freaked out when I went all over the couch). Female ejaculation is basically water, I know, I've smelled to make sure. So if you've ever been a bit envious of the boys who are shooting grosseoso sperms out the end of their dicks all the time, fret no longer for a lady's ejaculation possibilities are full of endless potential!

I've had the lovely experience this week to be able to attend two parties two nights in a row. The first being Paul's birthday party which was great but I fell out of line to quickly from lack of sleep and intake of drink and smoke so by one in the morning I was ready to pass out. Sorry guys, I can usually hang but your partes put me under the table fast. It was strange to meet people who you know because of an online journal. The apartment was so nice with all the food and drinks and the tortoise, it was a comfortable environment, I'd say a bit more intellectually stimulating in a communication way that the second event I'm about to write about.
Last night my friend Keith im'd me to as if I wanted to go observe a fraternity/sority mixer. The party house near south campus was a complete wreck by the end of the party. Its a shame because it's such a nice house. Some kid went crazy after doing keg stands and threw the keg into the wall, while running around topless. He regressed into a primitive state, I've seen it happen to many a young boy. It was a bit scary. The music was so fucking loud and typical. At least they had an OutKast song or two. Everyone was so young. I love that. I'm turning into a dirty old woman at the ripe old age of 22.
In Atlanta my little art school didn't have these fraternity/sority organizations so I've recently become somewhat fascinated by the idea and I'm very upset that I can't be in a fraternity. It's not that I don't like girls its just that it is easier for me to spend longer amounts of time with guys. All the boys get so defensive when I question them about a membership. I am truly disturbed by the idea of gender segregation and that's really what it is, an idea because if the frat guys of sorority girls have a choice I think they are spending a lot of time with each other so I just don't understand. I want to start my own fraternity ... or not. I don't know. I want a movement to happen and not just a movement in someone's pants. I want something that effects their minds and if that affects their pants contents that's OK i just want everything God damn it!