-Becker

I'm just dying to find someone daring enough to ask me how my day was. I'll just give 'em a nice big grin and state the most obvious fact: I am insane enough to drive around in 5-inches of snow because I'm good at it and I damn well enjoy seeing how others cannot see how easy it is to take themselves out of a car's spin.

It's true. I'm pretty damn nifty at driving in snow. Good thing because our town got hit hard. A lot of accidents happened on the interstate I take to Indiana and many all around town all because people do not realize you go a bit slower when snow is on the ground. Especially since all this didn't happen til the afternoon, the snow plows needed to start at a time when they could get off of their real jobs.

Richard, my main man aka 'Mr. Plow', was out there earning his $30/hr. I've had to listen to him in the gym on how bad he missed plowing the roads. Got his chance and I dare say the man will not be home for a while. It may have stopped snowing but there are a lot of parking lots in need of knowing their parking lanes.

For those of you that have never seen snow, it's like one giant mass of cocaine, high enough to cause Tony Montana to have a massive coronary orgasm. While the stuff isn't exactly lethal, it'll freeze you skin when your wet clothes touch you. For instance, the bottoms of my jeans have been soaked after walking through inches of snow. The reason for horrible driving is that it tends to mass up and cause cars to slide or get stuck. Guess who had to dig himself out of the driveway after coming home?

So, surprised I didn't lock this entry? Some things were let out after I got my haircut. My stylist/barber sat back and listened to my bitch out my problems with everything. From my anger over my allergy problems brought on by Sara's room to my hatred of Valentine's Day, I felt a little better if only temporary. My eye is not 100% and I'm still wondering if Sara even cares since she tends to make me feel so down that I am the sole cause of problems.

Add all that to a girl in my gym that looks almost exactly like my ex. So close in the facial department that it's scary. My ex, being the one that was raped by her dad, had a real fucked up psychosis towards males in general. Long story and I hate seeing this girl in my gym no matter how nice she may turn out to be.

Then again, I'm the one insane enough to enjoy driving around in the snow. Allow me to make myself clear on this, if I have it memorized in my head, the whole formation of streets and their lanes, I'm just dandy. My only worry is of those that might crash into me because they have no idea how to stop a slide or realize that going 40mph in 5 inches of snow does not a driver make.

I've had my moments where I'm so down that I'd love for someone to crash into me and end it all. Why not? I kept going over various dreams where I left Sara's bed to watch myself die in all forms, 3rd person and as an invisible entity. My eye's problems kind of triggered this but that's only a small part of the problem.

So, besides seeing my friend, Hot Scott (gay boys fall for him with reason), I've pretty much spent my time going over old X-Men comics as possible selling items in the future garage sale. It's very hard due to seeing various ads that within the comics themselves. So many memories thanks to old Nintendo commercials or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cereal. Apparently, I missed out on shitting out a Raphael. I bet he was a tough bastard to rid from the body after shaking him down for vitamins.

Note: Did watch an amusing video put up by one of my favorite blogs. A white girl that cleans up her apartment only to end it with some dance moves that show some hilarious soul can be entertainment. I just wish I could look as sexy in a sports bra and glasses.

It truly is an interesting thing to come across old ads. I can remember when a friend brought over the Nintendo game, Bionic Commando, or my sudden ability to just go far in Bayou Billy. Why kids would want to spend more time on Myspace or looking for porn instead of in another universe drawn so well by Jim Lee is beyond me. Porn's cool and all that but being a kid more interested in exploring things other than up a girl's skirt makes a better case.

Mmmmmm....I do miss the mysteries of sex at such a tender age. All of us boys were so curious as to why pussy has such a strange hold on us. That wonder as to what it's like to feel up a girl or lick our fingers to taste did make private Catholic school hard to concentrate in.

Who knows when I'll unleash things here on D-Land. My stylist agrees that it seems like things are accumulating up with a need to boom soon. People just seem to blame me a bit too much. And by the way, the locking passwords would go like this:

Your email addy would be broken into 2 parts. The first one will be half of your 2 word email address. For instance, 'TurdBurglar' would be 'Turd' and the second would be 'Burglar.' Easy! As I said, we'll see.

So, if you're caught in a nasty snowfall, curl up with a book or just be a typical American that scours the 'Net for porn. Make sure it's good. Soft core is so boring because it's all about the DPs, cum shots, penetration, peeing, and bondage. Kink allows your mind to sink. Happy twats all around.

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