-Me

I've dreaded this all day. There will be no Year In Review......yet. My time has been spent wearing myself out by going back and forth doing various things on my list. This list is basically something I had come up with due to being so busy from the Holiday chaos. It's only in the last 3 or 4 days that sleep has been such a great experience. Who wants to watch me nod off before 10pm? Well, I once felt like an old man whose time was spent.

Plus, I had to deal with the grossness of my little brother's taste in porn. I would have done last night's amazing entry in an earlier time bloc only to find him searching. Searching for what? Anything that has images or video that show women being subjected to massive loads of semen on their faces. A complete disgrace! Tits and tummy are the way to go, not the face.

The best part was in my own discovery of little things guys enjoy during some much needed downtime on the 'Net. Those with foot fetishes are such a kick. Forget the presentation of ass, pussy, or tits. Feet! Glorious toes provided by females in various manners of posing. My favorite was this guy that wanted to show everyone how his wife sucks dirty socks. I kid you not.

As much as the smallness of a woman's feet can be called sexy, they are just not something I stare at in lust. I've yet to even offer my opinion as to whether toes should be painted or not. Much thought for me, kids.

Oh, the list? I've got much of the things on it checked off. Various errands were to be run along with this being the final stages on Operation Get Comics Off the Floor, You Cheeky Bastard. The only major one left is to finish that scrapbook since stacks of pictures just look incredibly tacky.

Note: Lots to add soon to that Photobucket account, including New Year's. I'm not sure how drunken pics will turn out so don't offer me up as a sacrifice. Like Saddam, I'm not one to plead and beg for forgiveness over something I cannot help.

I do offer you this. Would you like to know how I spent New Year's? It was pretty much the same as last year except Sara had the whole day off. Last year, we got to the party very close to midnight. Obviously, I was grabbed and kissed while standing on unknown carpet.

I've only been around these people a few times, Sara's friends from school (middle, high, etc.). These people were at those Beer Trek events where you did what else? Drink beer and watch Star Trek. I'm not a Trekkie nor will I ever be one but the moments were amusing. When you see nerds all join in to sing the theme song for Star Trek, you'll see why.

But New Year's was nice. I've been put in situations where I knew no one at the party on such an occasion once. MR took me to his friends' gigantic bash all thanks to the parents being gone. Now that place was out of control with underage. Convinced one kid that I knew martial arts to the extreme. The drunk can be so much fun, yes?

Sara and most of her friends spent much of the time sitting around the small bar placed in this small apartment. I would be found on the couch occasionally talking to someone that had the awful chance of sitting next to me. Why not? The Chicago Bears game was on (they lost) and I'm not one to interupt those that want to bring up old times, etc. Just me in my Superman t-shirt is okay by me.

And then the drinking game began, something I've done many, many times but not this one. Cards are placed around a large glass. Pick one and you are subjected to the number's torment. For instance, a '2' would mean you make the person across from you take a drink. '4' was reserved for all whores, namely all the girls playing. Got a dick? I think the number '6' was for us.

Yeah, I was drunk and felt a little odd so I just threw my shoes off into the apartment's corner. Some looked at me wit' a don't-mess-with-the-big-drunk for who knows what will happen. I was only mildly drunk because what goes on at Bald-O's is far more than what went on in this apartment. What when I was once a lightweight at only being able to barely make it past a six-pack, I'm now on 9 beers, able to stand, but gotta pee every 10 fucking minutes. Taking out a dick only to zip up after barely being able to stand can be exhausting.

I liked these people I don't even know. Most are quite shy but open once you put yourself out there. I'm sure that if I were around more that I'd be more talkative as well. It just takes history.

As for the kissing, I got my midnight one and the one reserved for my state's time, one hour behind Indiana's. I barely made the first one because Sara had slammed me up against the bathroom's wall, bit me, and had me wait to pee because a lady has to go first. No, Sara wasn't drunk enough to warrant such actions as being an example of this kind of behavior. I'm always subjected to being slammed up against objects to be kissed or felt up or even bitten.

Once Sara had left the bathroom, a place where I was still stunned over what took place, I had to go so bad that it was a long time standing there pissing. Apparently, I was looked for because as soon as I set foot in the main room, again, I was grabbed.

One girl, my favorite at the party because she'd sit next to me at Beer Trek being all silly-like, was completely wasted out of her mind. I laughed at how she was so obsessed with showing me her 'kitty-cat.' I knew what she was talking about but I'm sure other guys would snicker. 3 cats in a small apartment? My chest was feeling like a giant was stepping on it.

New Year's Day was spent at the Chinese buffet place. Am I the only one that notices how so many Americans go to these places the day after big Holidays? I always get reminded of A Christmas Story and how the family ended up with a duck at the table.

"It's....it's smiling at me."

*Cook chops off the duck's head*

Add all this to the fact that I've been catching up on a few blogs here and there. It's been a long day but nice to know my list is just about done. I just hate the clutter of things being left out all over the place.

So, all I have to say to all that is that life is just weird. No matter how hard I try to catch up, there is more to be done. You should see the stack of books I'm going to read once I have time. Even that Witchblade graphic novel is going to take me weeks. Plus, I want to thank that woman for taking the time to send me an email consisting of her playing critic for that movie by Tinto Brass, Cheeky.

Note: Yes, I took advantage of that gift card to place an order for Cheeky. Why not. Sometimes, American soft porn is just too dull for me. A foreign setting and a woman with an sexy bottom placed on the DVD's cover art sold me. Wonder how I'm going to handle what the critic cited as a bit too much body hair on the female genitalia. Yes, even ladies think the pinkness should be proudly displayed instead of hidden by a dark bush.

There you have it. My New Year's and a short discussion on a certain someone's gross taste in porn. I can take people talking about how sexy it is to see a woman inhaling dirty socks' aroma but not with semen dripping off her face. There is a fine line between gross and just plain goofy fun, unless she absolutely insists on an event where her face is surrounded by angry penises.

Oh, and thanks for giving me over 23,000 hits even though I should be over 30,000. It's nice that people enjoy reading me and that so many people came by on yesterday's entry. Hopefully, my Year In Review will be tomorrow. Happy twats all around.

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