Orgasms

A friend recently commented to me that she wanted to get laid. Ironically I just want to get laid off. Take a few months vacation, collect unemployment. I think that would be better than sex at this point. Not that getting laid would that bad I suppose. Except the work would be there after lunch. I mean don't get me wrong, the endorphines would be nice. I like endorphines; especially if I don't have to jog on a fucking treadmill to get them.

The French call an orgasm "le petit morte," the little death. Every time I run I feel like I'm going to have a fucking heart attack so I suppose it's pretty close.