-My fortune cookie from January 1, 2007

Lucky numbers are: 34, 11, 28, 49, 6, 17

I think the way my body feels, especially in the upper back, is the best way to sum up things. The pain it's in has me realize that things are slowly getting back to normal. 4 days in a row working out? It's been a while.

For some reason, this title from something keeps popping up in my head: "Merry Christmas/War Is Over." Not quite sure where it comes from but maybe it means something to me inside. Never before have I fought with myself as much as I did this year only to finally enjoy the peace that came at the end. Of course, that 'peace' quite possibly means Christmas.

There was a lot of anger within me. My insane need to lash out towards my stresses just wasn't happening due to being so tired from insane work hours. Hell, I didn't even know what day it was thanks to work starting in one only to end up in the next day's early hours. Only me, yes, lil' ol' me was able to show up for work every night on time and ready to go. It must be my whole life's journey to provide my body with pain or I'd never enjoy it.

You know what? I did do something I've been longing to do this year. 94 pictures were placed for your amusement on my Photobucket account. I told you that I would keep my promise of giving you a glimpse of what I've been talking about for years, my little 5-Pound Phooey, life with Sara, and my blue eyes.

All of the above just proves Time Magazine's perfection in choosing who it's Person Of the Year was. You. You who scour the 'Net each night looking for cute pictures or hot filthy porn to satisfy your nastiest desires take part in showing us what you've got. Whether it's copying movies or showing your sons' perfect lip synching of Belinda Carlisle's "I Get Weak," it's all you.

My whole desire to do this blog was to let out a lot of my personal issues with the world and to enjoy the 'Net's possible therapeutic results. I tend to sleep better at night when everything comes out. There is so much frustration with the world so why not let it out to 15 to 20 people? You're bound to meet someone that agrees with you or even corrects a few things. Don't forget that I tend to enjoy a good lashing as well. As arrogant as I tend to sound, I really get all interested in what others have to say, one of the reasons I enjoy those that are opinionated on Diaryland.

Of course, sex comes up..........a lot. It's one of the most fascinating of topics since you can go all over the place. I've spent a few weeks being shocked at what gets others all hot and bothered.

1). Saw the Screech and Colin Farrell sex tapes. I'm sure there is a rule about wiping the contents from a woman's asshole that has just been disturbed by a finger. Thou shall not do so under her nose, yes? As for Colin, he was quite truthful in that he's no well-hung. Even Saddam got more mileage from the noose.

2). We all know a lot of men enjoy watching women pee. If you're pretty good with the searching, you can find many old paintings of women with their legs parted and enjoying a piss into a bucket. Kinky artists, eh? While I don't find the event of a lady pissing in front of me as erotic, I will admit to it being funny how there are so many stances she can take. Just how do they keep themselves so steady when doing the ol' squat out in the woods?

But this is not about that. I've come across a few blogs where women have given hilarious accounts of how they enjoy watching men pee. This is all new to me because not one ex-girlfriend of mine ever asked to watch me. I'm almost offended because this fetish is so easy. All I have to do is unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and release. We laugh at people with fetishes, but why? Women that find enjoyment in watching a man urinate are so easy. So go ahead, girls. It might even be better if you aim his cock for him because there are times we miss the target. Enjoy.

3). I got quite a kick out of finding that website devoted to foot fetishes. There was much cheering on a forum when a guy talked of how much he enjoyed seeing his wife smelling his dirty socks. "Lucky" was one of the terms. It's perfectly okay for a man to smell his woman's worn panties but...........socks gives me the giggles.

4). And, of course, we cannot leave my year's sex 'Net discoveries without a mention for Ebanned.com. Gawd, how lucky you girls are to be able to make money off your worn panties. So many stains to make, pussy, period, ass, and pee. This all means money, money, money, and money! Used dildoes? Used tampons? There are lonely men all over the world that would love to enjoy your most private of scents. Don't laugh because this is the only way some people can enjoy their sexuality. I once had a girlfriend that loved to smell my Calvins because of that good-balls-aroma.

Was I a sick individual? This year I had the most amazing experience, throwing up in front of Sara. It isn't something I wish to remember but only reminded me how good she is to me. Sara took care of me all while I could barely get out of bed. My body was a complete mess of shivering all day/night and my only requests were met. Sprite. It was all I could stand to drink or even eat, a soda.

It's sweet. Here I am having the worst night and Sara still insisted on sleeping next to me. I'm sure, knowing how I hate to be a burden, I mentioned how I'd rather sleep on the couch for fear of making Sara ill. No, she wanted me there with her.

Note: I laughed at how Zu sent me a note telling me to marry Sara.

I've learned that I have quite a temper when things seem out of my personal reach. Not having seen Sara in 2 months, work's hell, and barely sleeping caused me to lash out at someone that dropped my diary BUT continued to read. Many of you know my easy anger towards people that do this AND still do so to this day. Of course, I apologized to this girl and felt awful about the whole thing.

I'm extremely nice in person but, for some strange reason, I cannot stand how so many people drop me but continue to read. Ugh. That's possibly the weirdest thing in how I take it so personal. I've warned people that my diary can be seen as offensive due to how honest I can be. If you can handle the reality of my love of a girl's pussy stains and need to admit how many times I used to sing along to Debbie Gibson songs.........read on. You'll also find my extreme distaste for organized religion because I will always find it to be a crutch for the feeble minded.

Life is just too short to get offended by reality's markings.

I'm a boy in love. You've pretty much already figured that out by now. Almost 2 years with Sara where we have our ups and downs. What's really hard is how I am only able to visit her in blocs thanks to her being 1 hour and 19 minutes away. If I'm there when I'm moody, I tend to withdraw a bit. It's when I'm free of self-hatred or sadness that Sara gets to see the completely me me.

It's not easy for Sara and I. She was in a car accident that totalled her old one. I'll never forget that red Sunfire even if the new one is kinda nice. This all means car payments each month that have to come from somewhere. Sara having 2 jobs burns too much of her energy while I don't get to see as much of her as I'd like.

I do love Sara. There, I said it again. This year, after some time that was spent wondering, we said the 'L Word.' Many of you sent me notes saying how crazy we waited. It's just how Sara and I are, very sure of what we do. There's only one other woman I've said that word to, Kristan, but that was a bit different. She was a 29-year-old that opened me up to a whole different ballgame. Sex, the first time, at least with a pro, can draw a boy in deeper than you can imagine. Watch his eyes light up when you tell him that you must blow him or you'll, like, totally explode.

Each year, Sara and I go to the convention for nerds, geeks, dorks, losers, and dweebs, Dragon-Con. It's fascinating to see how much preperation people put into costumes of characters that bring about wonderment. While it's nice to see famous people like the original Darth Vader, I'm more into just how crazy people are to excite nerds by dressing up as Princess Leia in that metal slave bikini. Nerds can smell whether she's not wearing panties thanks to Ebanned.com.

Nerds: "Thanks, Ebanned. Now I know what pussy smells like!"

I'm truly sorry for no vagina entry this year. I forgot to profess my love of a lady's naughty bits. In case you are new to this diary, each year, I talk in detail how much I love quim, pussy, cunt, or just simply put, vagina. You'll find that there are countries around the world the celebrate the penis but very rarely will you find one that tells how greatness is also in between a woman's legs.

It's funny how I thought so many of you ladies would be outraged at a guy that would discuss in detail how much he loves the vagina, from the moment the skin from the back of my hand finds the 'wet spot' in a pair of panties to my complete need to perform cunnilingus. I truly love the vagina and how mysterious it is even while so much is known by me.

Want a taste? I love wetness, the smell, the sounds a woman makes when she cums, how each girl wets differently, the lips becoming so slick, and on and on. A girl should never be embarassed of her pussy's way of expressing itself.

It's even better here on Diaryland because some girls enjoy talking dirty back to us. There is something to be said about a girl that goes into heavy detail on a night spent masturbating, rubbing her slickness onto a pair of panties, and then sneaking them into her boyfriend's backpack.

That being said, it took me a long time to realize that some of the best blogs ever to be placed for my amusement were not on Diaryland but Blogspot. I've found 3 that have me addicted as I can get. From her discussion on pussy farts, surreal paintings that she does, or a need to show her breasts, ass, and occasional pussy shots, I'm sold. Actually, I get more of a kick out of her shooting down those that have no idea how to make a great blog. Large women that sound like a broken record thanks to each entry being about Sex And the City or quilts fear her with good reason.

It's no wonder Diaryland feels like it's dying. No one wants to put much of an effort into what they type or they'd rather talk than listen. I don't care if you and your boyfriend went to Bennigan's to eat cheese. It should be more about the fart he did that made Pepsi come out of your nose. Pictures of such a thing would be nice.

Balls. Girls secretly love testicles, especially those that are rather......*ahem*.......large. Mine, according to Sara, are too big to keep quiet about. You see, if I have to listen to you girls on your periods or that 'not so fresh feeling,' you're gonna have to learn that having large balls means that they'll sometimes stick to my thighs on a hot summer day, am not allowed to go commando due to their flying all over the place, or how I only now realize that Jen's hilarious need to know how much jizz these things carry had an actual reason. Oh, how I love it when a girl insists on watching me cum.

In case you need to know, I squirt 2 to 3 times and then drip..........a lot. Kristan says I taste 'sweet and salty.' Always good to know a girl has standards when it comes to her needs in semen.

So, go ahead and talk about your boobs. I can vouch that I know what it feels like when things up there fly all over the place as well. It's no secret that I have large chest muscles since I can bench-press over 300 pounds even if I barely weigh 200.

The future? I'm worried about Sara burning out from working so much. Like me, she has to express herself or craziness and anger is bound to come out more than the actual personality. It'll be exactly 2 years on February 21st so that's quite an accomplishment in how safe I feel with her. Even if I tend to feel like a screw-up, I must be doing something right.

Me: No weight gain, still sane, willing to do cartwheels, good manners in not rubbing his finger underneath a girl's nostrils that has just been up her butt, enjoy being smacked on the ass and bitten, always wearing Air Jordan sneakers (or trainers), can quote Aliens, Jaws, and Mr. And Mrs. Smith easily, and feels safe at expressing his love of the vagina here on Diaryland.

So, I'm outta here and worn out from this overly long entry. Hope you enjoyed it being different from last year's and so on. More to come or cum? Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Hopefully, this war will be over and all of you girls enjoy your pussies. Happy twats all around.

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