-Monty Python

Well, as much as I feel a tad bit awful and all with saying this but I am disturbed by all this coverage and nonsense over the Pope's death. He was not some amazing healer, had no thoughts on how to end the war in Iraq, didn't actually do anything but watch a breakdancer (wasn't that kind of cool, though?), and could barely function to rule this Catholic ideal of religion that is so backward.

Okay, hear me out on this because not much of anything you say can make me feel any different since I do believe that religion is a crutch for the feeble minded to find some way of living life. The Roman Catholic weirdos believe that women should not be allowed access to birth control, the plight of altar boys being molested was pretty much ignored for years (but kindly hinted at in jokes, though), and many in the U.S. pimped for Bush's re-election.

Do you realize how backwards all this religious shit is? The churches were trying their best to re-elect Bush by telling them that it was a sin to vote for anyone else. Yo, that is fucked up even if it wasn't in those exact words but they sure as hell tried in the kindest way possible. I think we need to tax those fucking churches and their belief that we should consume our natural resources as quickly as possible.

Do you like to fuck? I'm asking this in all seriousness, ladies. Birth control would not be something for you if the Pope had his way. We were given this amazing ability to enjoy some kind of pleasure from orgasms but to many religious fuckers, it's better to play a game of Russian Roulette with your boyfriend's penis. You're in luck if the dude shoots blanks but still........

I hated how the Roman Catholic Church tried to shoo away all those reports of altar boys or people being molested by priests. They acted like it wasn't a problem by ignoring it til it got too obvious. That's just sad when when people that believe in having too much power go too far. Apparently, Catholic priests' penises are far more important than my own.

Gawd, I so love my cock and all of you girls should be loving your vaginas! Hardly any guys read this diary so it was all I could come up with on short notice due to that large amount of estrogen planted into reading my diary. I still hate my nipples.

So, what is Da Hoggy up to? He's been loving that new show, Grey's Anatomy that shows on Sundays at 9pm here. I'm liking Sandra Oh's spicy Korean character and that lovely cutie that was forced to stick her finger up butts to test for something. Gawd, even if her fingers go there, Katherine Heigel is still adorable. I'm a sucker for a ponytail dressed in scrubs.

Another love of mine is this Sin City flick that looks so indie due to its fucked up atmosphere but definitely mainstream due to well known actors and actresses cluttering up in front of a green screen. My faves? Devon Akai's deadly swordstress, Jessica Alba's stripper with a lasso, Clive Owen's badass with a big gun, and Rosario Dawson with a mohawk. Might as well throw in Bruce Willis since I like his look.

Too bad, I have not seen Sin City....yet. Sara wants to as soon as possible and that is a command. What I have been doing is reading the Making Of Sin City book. The pictures are so sexily what with loads of info from props to who wears what panties. Seriously. The pervs are so gonna love this.

So, Indiana? Lovely time but it's too bad I got a bout of depression as pointed out by Sara. She called my eyes "Sad Eyes" when I didn't even realize I felt so bad. When I'm in a time of fun, depression can be put off while my body is experiencing it.

Who wants to go into the sad times? I mean, I had a great time and all thanks to moments I was inclined to actually relax and be with Sara. It's pretty easy since no one in this relationship brings drama or stupid arguments.

Moments? Well, the most amazing moment to me was when Sara and I bowled. It was here that I know how I forgot all my worries or troubles and just had an amazing time knocking down pins with her. I won 2 out of the 3 games but that wasn't the whole point. Sara and I just had fun even if she paid for it while I was stupid enough to purchase too many comics from the used book shop. Guess I'm not so perfect, right?

I'm not sure where Sara's favorite time was but I really liked that bowling moment even if it was so fucking hot at some point that I needed ice cold water so bad. The bowling alley was so relaxed and the atmosphere did not consist of obese guys smoking giant cigars. Nope, it was mostly families and a girl wearing a Catholic schoolgirl outfit telling her mother to kiss her ass. My kind of joint!

What I do laugh about is how Sara wanted to shower with me so she hauled me out of bed mid-sex session to do so. She ran in front of me while my obvious hard-on followed in close pursuit. I just loved how while we waited for the water to heat up, Sara kept glancing at my throbbing cock dying to be soothed. Either it was an impressive sight or she was just wondering how many candy canes she could fit on it. Girls gotta have standards and I love 'em so.

In case you were wondering, yes, sex in the shower is fun but awkward here and there due to taking turns going underneath the water spout. Occasional slipping does happen but the sex was nice. Not one drop of my cum spilled.

Ever wanted to see fucked up movies? Look no further than The House Of Yes with Parker Posey. Even if my eyes rolled at the sight of Freddie Prinze Jr., the dialoge spit out by some really insane characters was beautiful. Incest and some major weirdness made the whole thing a complete delight. I didn't fall asleep during this one.

However, I did conk out 70% through the movie, Closer. Nice flick too, but I was so tired that I didn't even know Sara's company had left. Bad me for doing so after such a fun discussion with said company on porn and various topics women aren't supposed to talk about. I love to hear women's views on controversial issues, especially on the Easter Bunny and how I cannot catch the fucker in my backyard.

I know. Doesn't make sense but late a late night in IHOP will do that.

Apparently, my observation that Sara is Britney Spears while I am Kevin Federline does not go over well. You see, Sara has a look that is not necessarily Miss Spears but something distinct while I dress a bit like Kevin here and there thanks to baggy cargos and sneakers. It's just how we look together that makes me giggle o' bit.

Then again, it's great to have Sara pull me into an alleyway, push me up against the wall, and kiss me deeply. Girls do the darnest things so I'm sure we will be arrested for public indecency thanks to our carnal urges in having to HAVE TO have sex in the parking lots somewhere. On the hood of a car, we are so there, Sara.

Oh, would you like to know what I got at the antique thingee in my mall? Not much but a picture of the lovely Keira Knighley from the Bend It Like Beckham premiere. Something about that pony tail all while wearing a tummy baring shirt with a smile. Charming girl that Keira is.

Well, to put it all at an end to this long entry, I had a great time in Indiana. I'm not sure if Sara and I actually sleep since sex sessions tend to go on for a long time due to the addition of strawberry lube. That stuff just tastes so good when placed in inappropriate places that I'm sure the Catholic Church will deem disgusting. My tongue has a filthy mind of its own but Sara's moans say it's just right. Just how many candy canes can my boner hold?

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