coolenough2's blog post - coolenough for school

I always feel, when the weather is changing like it is now, that there is some possibility for great times and some possibility of catastrophe. I guess I always equated it with school just beginning, starting to know new people, learning who I need to avoid and finding out which girls might be cool. These days it's more of the same as the rest of the year, but I still get that feeling. I get nostalgic. I start to miss friends, think about people I haven't seen in years.

It's an odd time. I don't know where I stand with a lot of people, but overall I'm pretty comfortable. I have the urge to smoke pot and do hallucinogenic drugs. I want to meet a strange girl whose hair smells like smoke and make out in a dark corner. That first feel, as your hand slides over the curve of her ass, eyes closed, purely feeling, constructing the shape with wandering hands. That pleasure in feeling that it's as firm as your eye judged. Making contact with flesh as yet unseen as you grow bolder. Feeling the tightening and swelling of a nipple as it meets your hand ...

I probably just need to get laid, huh? I'll work on that.