That always makes me feel so much better.

Stepping into the steaming bathroom I slip out of my clothes and into the spacious shower stall. I close my eyes and tilt my head down to let the water cascade over my hair and neck onto my back. ‘God, this feels sooo good.’ I open my eyes and grab a bottle from one of the nooks in the corner. ‘I really hope this is shampoo.’ I open the bottle and take a whiff and pull it as far away from my face as possible barely keeping a grip on it. ‘That is so not shampoo, or mine for the matter. I gotta remember to throw that away. Jesus Christ what was that? Like wax and tar scented. Who the hell would buy something like that? Who’s is that any-Oh! Oh, eww, gross. That’s what the freaky smell on her was. Not hot. Gotta remember to be sober enough not to pick up weird smelling girls from the bar next time.’ By now I’m all shampooed and rinsed in my own scent and clean as a whistle and my big comfy bed is calling my name.

Barely drying off and throwing on a beater and a pair of comfortable hot pants and hop under the down comforter covering my oversized mattress.

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Sleeping would be good right about now. I’ve been lying awake for almost two hours now with nothing on my mind. Nothing maybe a good thing but its nerve-wracking just lying here doing…nothing. I’d try counting sheep but that has never worked before, so no point in trying that technique. Let’s see, counting to a million, no that’s just boring and if I’m thinking of numbers in my head I won’t let myself sleep until I’ve actually reached a million. Hmmm, how about girls? I like girls, a lot. I wonder if I can name all the ones I’ve fooled around with. There was Cindy, Megan, Ryan, Lyndzi, Shannon, Erin, Tori, Traci, Amanda, Morgan, Ashleigh. That was a totally weird and kinda creepy experience, trying to sleep with a girl with the same name as you. ‘Never do that again. No one wants to scream their own name plus it sounds stupid.’