“Dude, why are you so pissed?”
“But everything’s Ok at home right?”
“What are you doing this week-end? Just relaxing? Good. you need it.”
“Oh no. There it is again, the angry face.”
So this week at work it seemed everyone was alluding to how tightly wound I was. Besides being a hard ass on the new guy I think it showed in everything I did. The way I stomped around the lab scowling. The nasty aggressive tone that crept into my voice. Staring at people like they were a piece of juicy red meat and I a hungry Duran Duran wolf.
The problem’s pretty simple. I don’t deal with celibacy well at all. It brings about a whole personality change. Everyone’s used to sexually satisfied me. Happy, smiling, joking, charming. Not the asshole horny me. I almost got into a fight in a parking lot. I assume if this state of agony continued over a longer period of time, all the tension and aggression would shrink. Just like my testicles. This is the last day I swear. If I don’t get anything from my ice queen tonight, during my morning shower tomorrow I’m going to explode. Repeatedly.
The Ancient Undergrad 
I suffer from the same sickness. I turn into a snarling bitch without sex. I’m a child of Pan. I require it to live! I must say, the thought of a Duran Duran wolf is sexy…
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naw, the song is old, its from the MTV’s unplugged show.
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what a coincidence, that sone popped into my head and was stuck there for a couple days.
in solidarity, i shall do the same during my showers.
ryc: you don’t have to deal with it now. you can come back to it later…or not at all.
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I’ll see what I can do about the carwash and blowjob. Ok, that was’nt a good thing to say in response to this particular post.You did make me laugh when you said ‘Duran Duran wolf’.
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