I just finished reading Notes on a Scandal last night and am deathly afraid my fate is to end up like the narrator. I know I'm canceling out my chances of finding a single person to share my life with by continuing to fuck everyone on the planet. I can't undo all the sex I've had. I broke out a calculater and figured out that the number of partners I've had since I was seventeen breaks down to an average of a new partner every seven and a half weeks. Time to take a vow of celibacy. Throw my energy into something more productive, like art or writing, and make some money at it. No more settling for what's easiest.
7:33 p.m. - 2007-01-23
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