The Opening

Sat in the library when J comes in and asks, among other things, whether I'll be coming in tomorrow. By that he means will i be returning to the library/home/abode of all knowledge and thus increaser of chances that i'll pass the exams with flying colours.


'Of course I will. I'll be here every day until the exams are over' was my reply.


And my reason for being unable to revise at home? because If i do, the temptation to read 'proper literature' is too strongly present. That, and thinking about sex.


J is with me quite firmly on that one. As he strode out of the library earlier this afternoon he showed me precisely how he masturbates, indicating that this is what he does when at home and precisely why he couldn't revise at home. I'm expected to believe that the incentive behind his ferociously masturbation is boredom. Plain and simple. A tugging for all the wrong reasons.


I don't wank out of boredom as much as i do for ritualistic purposes. That said, there really is very little pornographic material for me to work myself up over these days. Same people, same techniques, same moans and groans. Yawn.