Fucking whatever

Today I am having a predatory day. I feel like a predator in a field full of game, my teeth are sharp and my eyes are keen, I smell blood on the wind and I want some. Today would be a good day to run, to get out on a track and try and run it all out of me. Run until I can’t run no more, then run again. Run until I vomit. This is how lions of the Serengeti must feel. Or wolves, when they wake up in the morning with the sun coming in through the clouds. I honestly can’t decide whether I want to hunt something down and fuck it or kill it. All the same yeah?

To be honest with you I am much more Hyena than anything else. I am the scavenger, the one who lurks around just on the edge of everything, waiting.

Wow I’m in a weird mood at the moment. All I can think about is sex, sexy sex. I am pretty much just a leer monster at the moment. I mean, I’m nice about it. I told a girl this morning that, “without giving too much away, you look fucking amazing”. I think though that my open mouth and staring eyes gave what little I’d held back. Today has been a great day for curves, to say the least.

This made me smile and acknowledge that humans are ok. This made me feel sick. When this happened last year I felt very sad for the poor young lady. Can you imagine, you and your boyfriend are naked somewhere, there has been sex and drinking, you are both high on life and indestructible as you drive down a highway screaming with laughter. He reaches across and lays a hand on your thigh, you look at him and think "So this is what it feels like to be a little bit in love".

This post has sucked. My damn shop smells like cats piss and I don't even have a cat. In fact, here's where I could use some sort of 'hilarious' pussy joke but instead I'll just stop.