
let's be honest, my amazing discipline and catlike reflexes go to shit when i am offered hawt secks. stumbling in the dark toward the bed after an obligatory toothbrushing (considerate aren't i?) i stumbled over a mini-trampoline (yes, my girlfriend has a mini-trampoline in her room; no, you can't have her) and faceplanted an outward angled corner of her wall. i quickly learned how amazingly the human body works. my eyebrow, upon impact, deployed like an airbag full of bloody blister fluid. although not unconcious, i came to standing in front of the bathroom mirror wiping blood out of my eye, having a solid flashback of the last round of Rocky. only not as cool because i'm just a clutz and i haven't been blessed with carl weathers's holy glow.
on the bright side, pity sex abounds.

i'm not above pity.





