-My mum

It was strange to hear my mother say that so swiftly while we ate dinner. I can understand since it was just us here while the rain has constantly poured. Dad's in Chicago while the little brother is in Indianapolis til tonight. There was no discussion of assholes or ball as my mother is known to bring up but a few small laughs as my mother enjoyed mimiccing Jethro's farts.

Remember that my mother is known for asking Bald-O if he's been 'gettin' any.' Just from the phone calls alone, I could feel him blush. You know what I mean.

I've been a busy boy. One of the best ways of dealing with times I wish Sara was with me is by cleaning out various things that I felt added up to too much. Old magazines must be read and then discarded. The piles of socks in my closet that toppled last month must be folded and in columns. The floor is now vaccumed (even if small dogs are scared of the damn thing). Old t-shirts with obvious yellowing from old sweat must be cut up and prepared for the gym while the old ones tossed away. To think I did all this while the Starz Channel played Mila Jovovich's Ultraviolet is quite an accomplishment. Women with swords distract me.

Plus, I did my usual workout on shoulders only to find myself laying on the mat upon finishing. Many thoughts of a possible New Year's resolution came up due to other people here on Diaryland adding theirs. Why not? I tend to think too much as it is.

I resolve to:

1). Listen to music more. This house has been so quiet (except for dogs telling us the paper, mailman, etc. are here) and is in need for much that can tame my self hatred. Of course, I used the rest of the gift card to get Nelly Furtado so bring on a bit of 'Promiscuous' or The Pussycat Dolls's 'Don't Cha.' My music tastes are of the odder variety seeing as it's pretty girly without all that loud guitar I once went for. Plus, I was a Warrant fan at one time.........

2). Read the pile of books that has grown while I was in hell, work's hell. I've got a couple Kelley Armstrongs and many graphic novels like the Witchblade Comprendium. Add that to February's Ron Jeremy biography and I'll never catch up. I've only now just finished with the graphic novel for 'Essential X-Men' no. 5, a collection of the comic up to 1984's X-Men #192. Reading is perfect for rainy days like today's.

3). Get rid of clutter. There is just too much stuff for me to own. No more clothes for I have all that I need for life. Certainly, no more socks. 135 pairs of brand-new AJ socks must be put to use soon. Start placing pictures into scrapbooks (tomorrow's agenda) since they look awful in large piles. Develop those disposable cameras soon and place the pics up on Photobucket.

4). Prepare to enter the workforce once again. Yes, a goal of mine is to put myself up to be reduced to a slave soon. My vacation will end as I want it to. Why not? Once all my little events on bettering myself are done, I become bored all too easily. I do miss work but don't want to go back to my old job where I felt unappreciated and disgusted by the uneducated filthy curs. I'm sure that place will call me asking if I'd like to come back. They used me but their use to me is over.

5). Learn to enjoy porn. This one is going to sound weird but it's a problem I've noticed within me. I'm more fascinated by the factual rather than the delight of seeing a naked woman. Sounds weird? I've learned that we males ejaculate 12-14 gallons of semen in our lifetime. There is no known scent that rivals the smell of a woman's most private of scents, her cunny. It's time I enjoyed that warm feeling within my blood as a woman opens her legs. No more paying close attention to her work on trimming the yard.

6). 5-Pound Phooey goes for her walks but this time I will jog more with her. You should see her take off like a bullet as she enjoys the feeling of the wind's walls being broken down. 5-Pound Phooey loves having a long path to feel free. It's only til she gets a bur on her foot that I have to kneel down and deal with the sudden stopping.

7). Find my inner kink. Someone out there described me as 'tame' and it's gotten a bit to me. Sara said the same thing once, too. I used to be kinky in a sense as it was quite enjoyable to find a woman that insists on watching every drop of cum reveal itself into the palm of her hand. Even more of a whoo-ha to listen to her tell me she enjoys the taste.

I'm in fear that all my sexual fantasies have already made themselves known. Sure, I haven't done anal sex or participated in an orgy but those things just don't come up in my thoughts. It's just that deep down inside I wonder. Just watching Sara play with my cock is enough for me as of now. Well, I do enjoy biting and receiving that as well.........gotta find my kink. Water sports? Receiving a footjob? Whippings?

8). No more of ruling my diary with an iron fist. I'll try my best not to get all angry-like by bringing up insults where I've found that someone's major weakness. I'm certainly good at that but it's wasted energy. I don't care if you drop my diary. Just don't come back, please.

So, that's it. My resolutions don't bear as much weight as yours. I'm not fat nor am I selfish inside. I've always been a curious lil' critter so my need to learn continues. I'm friendly as fuck since Kim, Holly, Richard, Lauren, Gay Nick, Pat, Pat's fiancee, E, and many others always smile when they see me. Even Slutwatcher has annoyed me less by not telling me he wants to fuck my friends.

Ever watched HBO's Rome? I've just gotten back into it as I await the new season. Apparently, Caeser has died and lots of fiendish plotting is going on. My only quip has to do with an insult hurled at someone. She accounted to pissing on this person that didn't do what was ordered.

I'm surprised because Roman soldiers used urine to brush their teeth. I would warrant this to be something some of the people of Rome to find okay so why would pissing on someone be an insult?

It may be my inner kink coming out but a few sex scenes have some amusing moments, at least in my opinion. When the rulers' fuck, they have people next to the bed to cool them down, offering of drinks during, and even help in urging the couple on. Gawd, I can't imagine how lazy I could get just laying there and some female slave helps remove my penis from a lover and then places it in another direction. Oh, the laziness of just laying there while cranking them out!

Then again, there is nothing like good ol' Roman orgies where the male slaves used to circle around a large bowl to ejaculate into and then have the rulers's wife drink the many liters of fluid. The slave women would be in a row all bent over to be entered in any formation while someone offers orange juice to help me keep up that energy. Should we have saved a few of Romans' dirty habits? I think it was these people that invented dildoes since husbands were off at war.

Well, I am now bored so off I go! Just all sorts of hope within me that I find I might enjoy whippings, rope bondage, wearing clown makeup while doing the sex thing, or the sight of females urinating on my feet. There's got to be more in sex than ponytails and pussy stains. Happy twats all around.

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