Monthly Archives: November 2001

Just for the record, I am not really into lesbian porn. If two girls were making out in front of me, that wouldn’t interest me much….
I mean, I’d rather be in the middle of the action. Wouldn’t you?
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lesbianity
Anybody can be a lesbian. Anybody. Are you?
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You are a lesbian. Well, sort of. A lesbian trapped in a hairy, dangly man s body. You must be a lesbian because you love lesbians. Especially the ones with blonde hair and big plastic boobies who star in films called things like Lady-Lovin -Clit-Lickin -Muff-Puppies.
You know that all lesbians really need is the love of a good man and hey – you’re just the man to give it to them!
Unfortunately, most lesbians would rather sew up their own vaginas than take you up on your offer.
Keep trying though.
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Well, I made an appearance out in front of the cameras, pissed of the worker bees and finished my leftover breakfast in a fit of gluttony. “Bacon taste good; pork chops taste good”
I realise what my place in Hell is going to be. I’ve been making an effort on getting an office job; cubicle of hell/Dilbert type sorta thing. You know, mindlessly filing reports of damned souls. Maybe even work my way to a small window office, where I could look out and see the torturing of the new damned souls or something.
But I think that I am going to replace one of the gluttony guys. Either the one who has his mouth on fire and he can never put it out or the guy who is thirsty and can never drink the water because the tap turns of or there is a hole at the botton of his cup. (I can’t quite remember the exact punishment. Need to bust out a Greek Mythology book.)
Meanwhile the paper goes absolutely nowhere….
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I am a sinner and a going to hell because I cannot control my human nature and urges. Christians goto heaven because they can control their urges….and something about believing in God and the Bible. Anyway. Now after gourging myself on french toast and bacon, it’s time to take Tim to class.
And then when I get back, work on my paper maybe?
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**sigh** Nothing accomplished last night except for pages of teen angst stuff. Am I even allowed to use that classification for myself, teen angst? Am I even spelling it right?
The amazing thing was it was about 5-6 pages of rantings and ravings. I mean, you seen the crap that I type in here. So i guess it was the same crap, except for a whole lot more. Perfect for the crappy day that was yesterday.
Can all of my problems be solved with the magical pills called prozac and zoloft. I refuse to take welltrubrin because I think that it increases my forgetfullness (The one thing that I will never forget is the $120 CD player that I misplaced cause I forgot where I set it at.)
Has the human race progressed far enough that all of our pain and suffering can be cured with a pill. I mean, we have solved impotence with Viagra (I’ll worry about getting those blue pills later. It’s not about getting it up, but about having an extra inch or two and more cum. But then, isn’t it every guy’s dream to pull you member out and hose off the raging fire that is the one that you love with gallons of your…I was going to say man juice, but a)don’t know where the hell “Man Juice” came from b)I getting way off subject.)
Well, in two weeks time, I will be able to walk into my local Kaiser hospital and say, “two prozac weeklies please.” **sigh** My breath is funky, my hair is nappy, and my ears are waxy. Mom is going to have a field day with this pimple on my nose. Ah, the love of a mother. Good thing that I’m only staying one day. Not to insue that I don’t love my mom, cause I love my mamma. But I am getting delusional, so it’s time to fill myself up with breakfast. I’m thinking bayside cafe and some french toast. Why change now? Cause sacrifice is for naught; there is no right, there is no wrong. Either your way or the highway. I try to hold back the hands of time, but no mortal (or even a demi-mortal like mself) can stop the passage of time.
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A demon made an offer on my girlfriend tonight. He offered $50 for her, but that was so insulting for her and for myself. I mean, I’ve at least put in $200 into her this month alone. O. K. actually, only about $100 if you count the movies, 2 dinners, and a LJ renewal. But there is still the Xmas present that I was going to get at the end of the month and I know that is at least $200.
Actually, the demon was quite entertaining. And he likes me, he really likes me. I think that this might be a first, someone online actually liking me. Usually I am the bastard that should go to hell, and “how dare he…”has their hands try to slip up your thighs . I guess it takes a bastard to like and to understand the arrogance. But I should stop cause in a display of exhibition I am blushing, and I must go shampoo my crotch before I go to my Perverts of North Korea meeting…
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Back from DMV hell with my new registration. The thing about having and old car; cheap registration. Only $50.
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That has got to be one of the most ornery shits that I have ever had. It was like that Adam Sandler skit with the guy in the bathroom. I must have lost some pounds…
Shitty Monday continues with me going to the DMV without an appointment to get my registration renewed. At least there is a Krispy Kreme next door.
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That has got to be one of the most ornery shits that I have ever had. It was like that Adam Sandler skit with the guy in the bathroom. I must have lost some pounds…
Shitty Monday continues with me going to the DMV without an appointment to get my registration renewed. At least there is a Krispy Kreme next door.
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It’s a jumble of different forms…But most of it isn’t even my stuff. I only have a few of my personal thing here.
Also it’s cold, even though the heat is on.
I think that I’m just delusional cause I haven’t ate yet.
The various coworkers have called in sick. What else is new.
But they left me a nice stick figure picture for the frame for my desk.
I also left my books at home. Paper is still due. Tech. it’s not due to next Monday.
But it’s already late, so I want to turn it in ASAP
I forgot to take my medicine this morning. Guess I will have to wait to the afternoon.
Parents haven’t called. Think that they are mad at me cause I’m only staying overnight for Thanksgiving.
I should call to find out.
Does the pain suppose to make you stronger or weaker? I though it was stronger, but I’m not sure.
I wonder if my life is a dark comedy, or a happy travestry (sp?)
Wait…It seems that one of my coworkers did make it.
I should go out on the cameras and make an appearance.
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