the lion's share

So I forgot how violent the Lion King was. The play and costumes were GREAT.

I live in a pretty comfortable lifestyle. I'm never hungry and I always have a place to sleep. I have friends and family that care about me. But for some reason, my ol' animal instinct to pro-create and continue my lineage is going full board. This means that when I talk to girls my brain goes into "get in the sack" mode. Fortunately, my strict christian upbringing and ability to control myself often stops me from following through with anything. Does that make me a pussy? Does it mean that I should just take what I want, fuck the consequences?

Ahh, the pensive Tim:)

Peace out-
T