Coitus interruptus

Lately, I've been having sexual dreams that are being interrupted by the sound of my alarm. This really isn't the first time my subconscious has been cock-blocked by reality, but goddamit, it's the 3rd day in a row! First night was my ex-wife, a Brunette. Tuesday, a spiral curl blonde. Then this morning, a cute dark-haired vixen.

Just as the dreams start to get good (and by 'good', I mean strong mental foreplay, necking, heavy petting goodness), my friggen alarm quickly decimates the moment. Normally, I can rely on my uncanny sense of timing to ruin a hot sexual moment, but seriously, this has to stop!

Years ago, I stopped trying to interpret my dreams. They're usually so random and bizarre, it really didn't make much sense to analyze them beyond the blatant sexual content. While I was a full-time stoner, I stopped remembering my dreams all-together, which I honestly didn't miss because I ended up daydreaming more often anyway. Being perpetually stoned, it's easier to drift away like that.

Damn the Dam

It seems that the more I attempt to block out thoughts about sex, the more difficult it becomes to fuckus on anything else. Previous entries have proven that I end up fucking about sex, so why sex it? Labia me a perv, it wouldn't be too inaccurate or swollen with blood. I have tried distracting myself with things not related to sex, which only fucks for a short while. Throwing myself head-long into work doesn't seem to fornicate any difference either. Perhaps I should seek professional help and visit the massage parlorshrink to see if there's some medicinal sex I could have to curb my affucktion. Does anyone else think it's warm in here? I think I need to visit the restroom for a few minutes....hold my calls please!