About that last post. Yeah, I was drunk, and I tend to exaggerate when I drink. Totally a gesture, rather than anywhere near the real deal. You know how it is. My head, never the calmest storm at the best of times, is a bit topsy-turvey upside-down pudding right now. I recently went back on the filthy old prozac, and am also cutting back my drug use from "almost godlike" to merely somewhat excessive. As if this isn't sexually suspect enough, I'm also considering going to counselling (!) which I fear will put me quite clearly far, FAR over the border of fruitland and deep into all-the-way-gay territory.

I'd rather just forget all about it, to be honest. Let's put those things that have occurred chronologically previously to now firmly in the past. I'm a dick, you're a dick, he's a cock, she's a cock. Each of us terrible people in our own unique and special ways.