-Storm Shadow (my favorite character)

I have a wet dream! Yes, oh, lord, I have a wet dream! I see a small lovely girl holding 2 gigantic machine guns burst into a door to mow down some dumbasses stupid enough to jump bail. I have a wet dream and this girl has the balls to tell her name (Domino Harvey) before she maims each lawbreaker that goes for a weapon. No person would dare confront a woman with no fear and the beauty of Keira Knightley.

Oh, I'm sure my girlfriend, Sara, is tired of hearing about my little obsessive love of Keira Knightley but I just have to let out what I saw, the movie trailer for Domino (due out in August?), a sorta true story about a model that gave it all up just to be a bounty hunter.

Time and time again we learn that my cock gets that twitch all thanks to a lovely girl holding back bad guys (or the other way around since bad girls really are nifty as well) with massive guns or even silent weapons (such as the bow). So, it's not surprising that I had a major drool-fest during an internet screening of Domino's movie trailer. Keira is such a keeper with a face like that. I'm sure Sara is growning but she has permission to make hot monkey love to Bill Maher.

FYI: Keira Knightley is the main girl in Pirates Of the Carribean but that is not my favorite movie of hers. I'm more of an admirer of her thanks to her interviews and that succulent face.

Not too long ago, I visited my way of dwelling on what to write on Diaryland. Even after those 275 reverse sit-ups on a bench as I stare up at the ceiling, I couldn't think up a damn thing. Normally, the blood rush to my head makes me uber creative and full of life as is the major pump on my hip flexor muscles.

What can I say? Nothing really exciting has been going on. My mind is set for my trip to Indiana for another sensual and enlightening visit to my girlfriend, Sara. We're both counting down the days since it has been some time since the last one. 2 hours of driving will find me dying to get my foot in the door and find myself waiting for her all while her cat keeps me company by demanding attention.

My mother just informed me that 1 of 2 high schools in my town was visited by the local police 442 times this school year. I'm beginning to wonder just how violent it has gotten to live here. Either that or high school students just enjoy beating the hell out of each other.

No one has ever fucked with me for so many years. Big arms get attention but they also strike fear. I'm really what I consider to be a mongoose, only 5"10" but able to deal with the venom of a cobra.

Today, I did get the new Garbage CD, a band that Sara and I both go crazy for. For me, it's Shirley Manson's impressive stage presence which should come as no surprise. I love a woman that can take things over from boys and make herself known. A tiny little Scottish redhead wearing a short skirt has some real balls in there but according to my security guard friend, Shirley's real sweetheart.

Have I listened to Garbage's new CD? Nope, I have spent much of my time letting Buffy lick peanut butter off my finger, flinging my dogs' shit into the neighbors' yards, watching Tyra stop using her "inside voice" on America's Next Top Model, and various other things.

Isn't Diaryland the shit? I just got an email from Alison that perked me right up once I got back from the gym, bored thanks to Nick not being there (I'm thinking that he has allergy issues). It felt like my gym was too quiet since hardly anyone I know was in there.

Elvis: "Oh, I get so lonely, baby..."

I did finish "Chloe Does Yale" and got a bit upset that it was done. Ever found a book that you love so much that you can't stop thinking about it and can't wait to get back to the next chapter? This one is that one for me, just like Jenna Jameson's "How To Make Love Like A Pornstar" (I am still jealous of a certain individual with an autographed copy).

I'm not sure if it was the openess to sexuality in "Chloe Does Yale" or the humor. There were little funny bits that I completely got and could see the way the author sees things. Some of the characters were like my old college pals in how we all had drinking habits that were accepted even if some rolled their eyes. I never knew of the game to see who buys the next pitcher by placing finished cup on a napkin to see who makes the smallest imprint of beer. For us, it was always in a rotation.

Yeah, I know my college get-together is this weekend but I am not attending. There is no way due to 2 girls in this group that I cannot stand. 1 is whiney and very conservative while the other is just plain annoying with a dose of conservative. Her ex-boyfriend (also my close friend) would fart completely naked after sex and then sit on her hand. I'm happy that she was at least tortured in some way.

I'm going to call Bald-O to see if he is going to this college get-together or not. He did sound like he wasn't into it thanks to me not going. How I ended up being friends with 2 Bush loving religious freaks I will never know. I'm guessing all that beer on Tuesdays and Thursdays had me hazy.

It shouldn't surprise you that most of my friends in college were female. Many guys were curious or jealous why I was always found in girls' rooms. My charms or my amazing ability to make a complete fool out of myself may have something to do with this but it's more than that. A part of me grew tired of just sitting around watching wrestling and sports so I would be busy sharing my feelings or being chased by tampon boxes.

You really had to be there to understand all this because I was a complete goof-ball and up for anything.

Oh, but life in college feels like so long ago and I, occasionally, get jealous of diary entries talking about parties and various bar going incidents where you find yourself singing "Closing Time" by Semisonic with people you have absolutely no who they are. Yes, it is fun to find out that someone has given your ass a pinch and a smile.

Funny how I find that the sorority girls in my gym are sick of school when I kind of miss it.

My friends are growing old much too fast while I have found the fountain of youth. Bald-O has put on weight thanks to beer, rich foods, chew, and social smoking. He is nowhere near the hottie the girls down the hall used to sneak into bed with late at night. However, he did not have sex with any of them. It's not that Bald-O had snooty morales but he was actually scared thanks to having a long term girlfriend. The fear was that he wouldn't know how to please them in bed. A guy would never admit to that but that's how I saw it all.

Yeah, we're all a bit shy about our significant other when they first see us naked. I'm guessing that is what deep kissing helps, by letting our fingers do the wondering as the other is allowed to explore at the same time. It's all about the zipless fuck.

I'm guessing that since my creativity is at a pretty low point I will have to either do a 101 Things About Me or introduce myself thanks to people adding me on as a fave. Which would you like to read? I'm full of facts and weird incidents that continue to haunt me.

Am I still craving sex all day? Oh, very! In my opinion, it's the time spent on the elliptical that has not only blood racing throughout me but also cum mixed with chemicals such as adrenaline. My cock is dying to be licked, sucked, and soothed with wet warmth all over right after I have worn out my own tongue. I'm sure Sara is smiling with a wicked grin.

Well, I hope this entry is at least mildly interesting since I really should be in my room listening to Garbage's "Bleed Like Me" as I'm sure a little brown girl in Texas is completely shaking her ass to heavy guitar and drums by Butch Vig. Just what is your song that reminds you of your feeling for that special someone? Goodnight.

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