NEWS FLASH!!!! We don't.
Frankly, it disgusts the living daylights out of everyone that reads your blog or your retarded Twitters, when you say, "Off to "cuddle" with my lovey!" or "I guess I'm going to have to give out tonight since hubby bought me that fur coat I've been lusting after!"
Umm... that's so fucking, ridiculously wrong that there's a good chance I'm going to hurl on my keyboard and be forced to close out all programs before reading something actually important.
Where on earth did you get the idea that people want to know how seriously sad your love life has become now that you have to profess it to the public? What happened to the days where you fucked because it was all you could think about? Why does there have to be a social networking scheme behind your love making sessions?
You know what? Don't ever write about sex again unless it goes along the lines of, "I am so drunk and I'm about to give my husband the best blowjob he has ever had." Otherwise, keep your sad antics to yourself.
The bottom line is... if you ever feel the need to write about your sex life, it is OBVIOUS that it is completely wretched.
