Mood: amorous
Now Playing: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy -- Big and Rich
I've gone running all but one day for the past eight days. That's not long, but I'm already seeing a difference. I'm losing weight. YAY! And I'm gaining fitness. I can now run six blocks without stopping. This isn't impressive at all for a marathoner, or probably even the average person, but this is amazing to me. I'm incredibly proud of myself when I finish my run. And binging and purging aren't even an issue. I'm eating right, more conscious than ever about what goes into my mouth. Running's good for me in so many ways.
But it's making me horny. I desperately need a man. Or maybe just a penis. The rest of a guy seems like an awful lot of trouble. It's been months. The thing is, I've actually promised myself not to have sex until I attain a goal I set for myself last week. It's within reason. I should be there early next year. Until then, I'm going to be fantasizing about kissing someone I met at the beach a couple of weeks ago...and a girl I met the same day. I'm turning bi over this!