Sigh. Getting Laid...

Well, I'm suppose to be happy. I get to work in a government agency. The pay is good, but, I'll lose my social life because work eats up all the time I have and there seems to be no distinction between private life and professional life. If someone calls me up it's because there's an emergency that only I can be counted on to do. Or so she tells me. I'm not sure if I'll be a permanent employee but I feel grateful for the opportunity.

But there's a much heavier sigh I'm letting out. I'm sad that I'm letting go of someone. She's smart, sweet, and sexy and to be honest I was looking forward to moving into a higher level. Nah, no can do for me - she thinks of me as a friend and I'm still a loner, a misfit and I need plenty of confidence upgrades for myself. These 3 months were great, it was nice to know you. Though honestly, before we part ways I wish I could have spent the night at a motel with you.

Well anyway, getting laid. I strongly feel that if ever I won't get laid, I won't forgive myself when I die. Sigh. Okay time to add a new priority for myself. Get laid before the year ends. I'm going for 10s. Time for Mystery, Style and Pook.

Sex!

It's about time... Chod.

Well it's about time, after scouring the web for ways to practice Chod, I will be receiving my first lung from Vajrayana, and I'm so happy. AT LAST! AT FINALLY LAST!

Wish me luck.

Om~
John