Subconscious sado/masochism.
I have, at all times, a quarter-gallon bottle of water next to my bed, just in case I get thristy. Which happens a lot, because I tend to breathe through my mouth while I sleep. And nothing sucks ass worse than having to get out of bed in the middle of the night to go get some water.
Hence, the bottle.
Now, I refill this bottle whenever there is a need to, but every now and again I forget to, and the bottle just stands there, as empty as Paris Hilton's resumé.
This was the case last night, and about an hour after I went to bed I realised this. I wasn't thirsty yet, but I just all of a sudden remembered that I hadn't refilled the bottle that morning. I pondered the situation for a moment (hey, I couldn't sleep - shut up!), and decided that I would not be getting out of bed to fill it up - I'd take the chance.
The minute I decided that I would not be leaving the comfort of my bed; nay, the second I made that decision, I got fucking thirsty! I got fucking thirsty! After experiencing this first hand yesterday, I can only come to one rather disturbing conclusion; apparently, there's this sadistic/masochistic relationship between my mind and my body - my mind being the big 'n bearded nasty leatherclad bikerdude, and my body being the naive 'n innocent little brunette hollabackgirl with the secretive green eyes.
Fuck, excuse me, I need to go masturbate.
Cheers
Hence, the bottle.
Now, I refill this bottle whenever there is a need to, but every now and again I forget to, and the bottle just stands there, as empty as Paris Hilton's resumé.
This was the case last night, and about an hour after I went to bed I realised this. I wasn't thirsty yet, but I just all of a sudden remembered that I hadn't refilled the bottle that morning. I pondered the situation for a moment (hey, I couldn't sleep - shut up!), and decided that I would not be getting out of bed to fill it up - I'd take the chance.
The minute I decided that I would not be leaving the comfort of my bed; nay, the second I made that decision, I got fucking thirsty! I got fucking thirsty! After experiencing this first hand yesterday, I can only come to one rather disturbing conclusion; apparently, there's this sadistic/masochistic relationship between my mind and my body - my mind being the big 'n bearded nasty leatherclad bikerdude, and my body being the naive 'n innocent little brunette hollabackgirl with the secretive green eyes.
Fuck, excuse me, I need to go masturbate.
Cheers
4 Comments:
so did you give in to the greeneyed hollaback girl?
Another wet dream?
Diggy
Of course I didn't give in - the big 'n bearded nasty leatherclad bikerdude never gives in to the naive 'n innocent little brunette hollabackgirl with the secretive green eyes.
That's the entire point.
Cheers
i don't know. i think the little brunette hollabackgirl with the secretive green eyes wins more often than not.
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