Dakota's son: "What if it's Dad?"

Dr. Dakota Block: "ESPECIALLY if it's your dad."

-Grindhouse

Well, I do declare that I have gotten myself an obscene urge to see Grindhouse. I've watched loads of trailers of this flick due on April 6th that I cannot escape how mesmerizing it can be. 2 movies at 75 minutes each, chock-full of sex, violence, zombies, and a girl with a machine gun for a leg. Can I say I am SO there?

I know. Some of you probably have this tendency to still swoon over Tom Hanks movies or read trashy literature where the word 'manhood' is used most frequently. This is Diaryland, after all, full of girly times and detailed discussions on menstruation issues. So, why can't I desire a little flick with knives, a killer car, and women dressed to kill all while being sexy? It's all relative, baby.

I'm for the 1st flick a little bit more, Planet Terror. Could it be the machine gun on Cherry's leg or is it just the fight against zombies? The 2nd is about a killer stuntman that enjoys killing with his car, hot girls. Apparently, the DVD is going to have the lapdance while the movie in the theater says "Missing Reel." Pity. A slow saliva inducing lapdance can really send the blood rushing.

As for when I will see Grindhouse, not sure. I'll be off to Sara's on Saturday even if I really, really want to be there tomorrow. An errand is all that stands before me and jumping into a bed where various body fluids are sprayed. A woman that doesn't mind cum in the sheets can be a good find.

FYI: I still have not seen 300. It's very difficult for Sara and I to find even 2 hours of time to spend in a theater. What with various friends of hers being in town, you just might find us with a Wii controller in hand and laughter over bowling towards the TV.

And so I took my test like a good little boy. Interesting to note that I forgot about the actual testing but only told of the psychology portion. 6 minutes for 2 pages where you must figure out what doesn't belong (numbers and letters) or matching various slogans where a single letter or number may mean right or wrong.

Oh, how I loved these tests! I so wanted more when the 6 minutes were up. It felt empty to come so close to finishing with only 6 questions left. Everyone else in the room was nowhere near where I was. It sounds bad but my desire to pay close attention to numbers and accuracy helped. Try it. Have someone place various words or numbers that look so alike and label the correct one before your 6 minutes are up.

Example (easy):

Which one comes next? AaBbCcDd

a). e

b). G

c). f

d). E

That one is so easy but, as you go along, you have to deal with division in order to figure out the next or what doesn't belong. Like I said, tricky but fun and so close to finishing this time.

Sounds weird but I just started a new blog by accident. Not sure if I want to disappear from here and start over. It was all due to my finding a blog written by this girl's crazy imagination as to wanting to know the opinions on various topics regarding, of course, sex and life. Of course, it helps that she is very pretty and willing to show how cold the room is with very erect nipples through her shirt.

Tempting. I feel like there are too many times I redirect my rage over life by sounding so angry in Diaryland. Yes, Sara has calmed me a bit but being away from her for too long puts me right back into the frustration. Is it possible to say that when I'm away from my girlfriend I'm a nutcase that needs his tummy rubbed?

And then there is the other frustration, people that get upset with me because they want me to be Dr. Phil for them. While my entries are very rarely directed at them, there are reasons for them being written. My problems with obesity have to do with my dad and how I get angry at him for letting himself go. Would you believe he used to bike and keep himself fit? Takes a mind of steel to remember that.

And the news of Jenna Jameson keeps getting worse. Not only has she turned into what looks like an anorexic but surgery went wrong. What the hell gave Jenna the idea to have vaginoplasty surgery!?! You would have thought that a woman that has shown her pink parts so many times would think twice about resorting to such a procedure. I've never been attracted to Jenna but always found her to be one of the most sane and smart among the porn stars.

But then again, I have this strange attraction to Cassidey, a Vivid girl on Showtime's Debbie Does Dallas.........Again. Her look is so perfect, dark hair mostly pulled back in a ponytail (I have a fetish when it comes to this-just ask Sara) and tight white tank-tops. Not only that but Cassidey is so dominating in the small portions seen from Debbie...that even I get excited.

But vaginoplasty? Please. A lady's pink parts are to be accepted unless something actually causes discomfort. There may be a perfect pussy out there but it shouldn't be pursued by insane means like surgery. Every pussy I've seen has something unique about it.

ADD example: I've just had this sudden frustration with one of my fellow gym-goers. The loud grunting he does can be heard throughout my gym. I just hate it when people call attention to themselves.

Did you know they teach cunnilingus classes somewhere in Los Angeles? Fascinating! I've always wanted a female teacher to really give out in graphic detail some new methods. As much as Diaryland is liberal, it's become quite rare these days to find women that do entries about what they love.

Is it that obvious that I miss Sara? It is a weird world when a boy misses a girl. For me, it's temporary insanity and this recurring image of a jukebox in my mind. How can I call that weird? We've got talking turtles, dancing penguins, a woman with a machine gun for a leg, and the newest scent marketing.....

Vulva. I'm not joking. Somehow, there will be a scent where a lady can capture her naughty bits' smell by using something that does this. Add that to the pussy juices collected and we've got ourselves something to bottle. Kramer may have thought about the beach but do you ladies think about how great it would be if you smelled like C.U.N.T.?

So, I'm outta here to take on the world in hopes I made it to employment from those tests. Gonna hope for some time in the theater where a certain lady finds it cute that my hand rests on her upper thigh as the sight of Rose McGowan with a machine gun for a leg mows down some zombies. Get turned on by weird things often? Happy twats all around.

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