I'm sitting here thinking I should be working, but work has been hell on Earth now for over a year now and counting. It reminded me of a girl I used to date that I made my life hell on Earth. She was BSC. The only redeeming thing that came out of that relationshit (no that word is not misspelled) was a good old fashion hate fuck the day we split up. It wasn't goodbye, break up/make up sex, it was true hate. I mean the raw, soul crushing, unadulterated passion. Hell, we even argued while in the act. Afterwards it was all like "I still hate you, get out of my life" with a few other choice words thrown in. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I'd love to get laid like that one more time, that was a unique experience.