More Dick ... Really?

So, as of late my co-workers have been out of order and stepping to me way left. This was a really rough week for me so someone finally got it ... AGAIN! I swear I try not to go off on these people, but they think they can talk to you any way they feel like it. I wouldn't have gotten all those student loans and obtained a CAREER if I wanted to deal with childish games on a daily. We don't have to be friends, but we should always be respectful. The killing part is that she started with me and then she ends up crying ... huh? (puzzled still) At the end of the whole situation where does my mind veer .... ? SEX! I was thinking that maybe I wouldn't be so stressed out and on edge if I was getting dicked down real good. I'm super pissed that my vibrator broke. It was a really good one too. Less than five minutes and I was super good. I want to stop thinking about dick all the damn time, but I don't really want to get any. I want to continue to wait until my heart is healed and I'm in love. I'm too old for the one night stand ish ... or am I? In transition is an understatement. I don't even know what I'm transitioning into to.