Short post on long (distance, waiting time and future orgasms)

First rule of long distance relationships: under no circumstances get your ass into one.

They suck, your libido practically dies and you’re unable to enjoy life at all. Seriously, if you have a chance to make a reasonable choice – break up before you leave the town, country or continent.

Yeah. Reasonable choice. I don’t remember the last time I made one. Falling in love with my boyfriend definitely wasn’t one. But how could I not?  Being such a narcissistic persona and meeting male version of myself felt so divine. Like God had just installed the Sims 4 and wasn’t sure how to change personalities.

So here I am – on Skype all the time, waiting for that goodnight cigarette after too long to bare days. Trying not to cry too much falling asleep.

I’ve always hated Christmas and it’s the first time since I was a little girl that I actually can’t wait. (Yes, mainly to finally get laid without any possibility of moral hangover.)