sitting here and typing...typing at work. and i ache, and i wait...patient as can be...

-patient as a praying mantis, although i feel no need to eat my sweet bootyboi's head.
-patient as a nightmare, waiting for just the correct moment to have you wake, sweaty and clutching.
-patient as an orgasm when you really really need to/have to cum.
-patient as a onlooker, unable to scream loud enough to stop the car from crashing, the fatal foot's slip.
-patient as a grrlie spread eagle and bare-chested on her back in a room full of doktors and their ass-istants and instruments.

patient, me.

*shrug*

at least now i have reasons for not being able to concentrate properly...for the stop in the middle of a sentance, eyes blinking, vacant. i have my excuses.

and you?

side note: someone got to my diary recently by searching for "how to shoot up heroin" on google. will the amusement never cease?