There is also the fact that I like to keep myself in my own little group. Popularity never interested me since all I need is a few good friends. It's quality not quantity that counts.

A good thing about me on Diaryland and what I love about others is to go through a wide range of topics, the way my head works. One day I'll be wondering if Smurfs ever looked at porn. The next I'd be thinking about swimming in the deep blue sea and never coming back thanks to suddenly being able to breathe under water.

In many ways, I am quite honored at how so many people are reading or finding my diary. Of course, I have my usual group that I adore so much! They already know who they are and I hope to always be a part of this amazingly vocal group. We are the people that understand what freedom is about.

I got a vote for being president! Thanks so much, my saucy one. It sucks how those of us that speak truth will never be allowed to represent and to turn this country around (kind of like that Simpsons episode where they tried to get rid of the planes flying over their house). I swear that I would have every country in love with us. What would I do?

First of all, I would make marijuanna legal. That's all I need to say. Those that need it for medicinal properties will never have to worry about cops or Ashcroft's usual bullshit. Finally, pain will be relieved, even if only temporary.

Drugs will be legal. No hypocrisy. If beer is legal, that little pill is gonna be as well since it's amazing how alcohol is looked at as not being a drug. Do what you want with your body, folks. Just know that there will be consequences with how much and what you do.

Suicide will be allowed. Can you believe that it is so hard for those that live in so much pain to die?

Sex will be celebrated! We will have a day devoted to vaginas. It will be every Tuesday followed by a massive spreading of legs across America. Thursday will be Penis Celebration. It's time for me to be appreciated for being hung. Come pat Hedgehoggy's cock and you might get more than a kiss.

Gay marriage will be legal. Any bible thumper starts shit about this will be jailed or tar'd and feathered and forced to live with "Bob." Bob has been in prison for many years and has been looking for a nice fresh asshole to enter.

Oh, we'll still have a military, just not as much spending on it. More money to AIDS education and for a possible cure.

No more ant-drug commercials! We'll show people stoned out of their minds and having a great time. *In case you are wondering, I am not a pothead. The smell doesn't agree with me but I love it when people have freedom to do with their bodies what they want. Got it?*

Obesity will be dealt with harshly. Severely overweight people will be set on treadmills to provide a form of electricity for prisons and businesses. No more feeling scrunched on an airplane. No more overcrowding in the movie theaters!

Solar power will be looked into and used once it is foolproof in how it provides the world with power. *Bush doesn't want this.* Hell, let's use windmill power as well.

No more Hummers or SUVs that clog the road up and waste fuel.

Oh, I could go on, especially with education. There are so many logical things that could help this world but people that speak the truth are shot down so fast. It's almost like Americans want to be lied to by politicians. Sad.

Oh, let's get off this topic now. You're probably snoozing. I'd like to be asleep as well since I'm a bit worn out after my workout. I'm energetic and bouncy after my workout but give me 3 or 4 hours and I'm a bit worn out. This helps me sleep at night during the cooler times. Summer sucks.

270 pound bench press for 4 sets. Side lateral raises til I can't even pick up my arms. Whoo! It was a great workout. Wish I had my muse, the girl with the most perfect ass. She was probably getting it pounded by the most idiotic fratboy.

Speaking of fratboys, Mark, the Sigma, was in the gym tonight. Haven't seen him in over 2 weeks thanks to his job. It's not surprising why girls just swoon over my old friend from school. Mark's got abs and the whole thing going since he doesn't overdue it like little ol' me. He lifts up his shirt to show me his 6-pack (I've got a 4-pack). Who cares what people thought while seeing us do this? Mark and I are two very weird guys in touch with our sexualities.

I've decided to do the entry on what I learned from Jen on panty sniffing tomorrow. For some reason, these memories just came back into my head. I know it sounds strange to think about old girlfriends' scents. Who knows what triggered all this. The subject is kind of funny so I'll tell it once I reminisce about who did what in their panties. Just how low in my topics can I go? Somebody stop me! "There is a fine line between stupid and clever." (Spinal Tap) Somehow, I think I've actually got a finger in each description. Ahhhh......fingering wet twats. The good old days of college life in a coed dorm.

You know what's funny? I'm kind of happy. Is that odd? I may only get to see my friends once or twice a month but I don't mind so much. The quiet is nice for me to catch up with my own things. For instance, tomorrow I will get the scrapbook. Monday is when Amanda and I put it together. No fuss or anyone bitching me to do something for or with them. That's the way I like it, folks. Fall is the lonely time since my boys and I can't get together as much.

So, I am on my way upstairs to sleep. Got a fan to keep the room cooler, unlike last night where it felt like a sauna in there. Suddenly Nelly's annoying song comes on........

"It's getting hot in herre, so take off Hedgehoggy's clothes."

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