-A pet owner said this to me today after I told her that I have 5 Yorkshire Terriers, just like the one trying to start a fight with her small mutt as we stood on the corner together during a run. I tend to hear this quote a lot.

Another day as a forgotten boyfriend.............

And so I sit after my own little personal enjoyment came to an end. I watched the hatching of a little penguin that turned out pretty spectacular. It was a rare type with an "H" in the name, most likely from South America.

Penguins are cute but even cuter when they have all that lil' chick fluff upon hatching. The zoo worker had to raise the little one with occasional help from the actual parents of the penguin. What was funny, at least to me, was how they were so protective of it that they wouldn't allow it to leave. It was the first moment for the little penguin to be on its own and the parents finally allowed it to explore on its own.

Fledging is when the fluff or baby down begins to disappear. The black flippers of penguins that we're used to seeing become very apparent. Just as all this was shedding, the little penguin kept wanting to be even closer to the zoo's worker. Ah, the life of bringing a little animal into the world!

Well, I guess we can say that watching a little penguin experience the joys of water brings some form of happiness even as I feel like a put-on-the-shelf boyfriend. It's the only way to go as you start to wonder whether you're anything special. Okay, Spiderman is special along with Batman but I rank way below them.

Editor: "What about Homer Simpson? Ya know, he once sold his soul for a donut. That's a very brave thing to do."

I've found myself looking at that Suicide Girls mag each day. A lot of people may not find this type of girl attractive, tattoos, love of metal rock, piercings, and the occasional stockings with nothing else on, but not I. While I do enjoy seeing the occasional movie actress that many men lust for, there is something special in a girl that voices it proudly to the world that she wants to smell your worn undies and share a beer with you on the balcony.

Or it could be how incredibly sexual I've been feeling. There are a few nicely photographed pussies that I daydream of licking and smelling. Gaw, I hate it when my balls are full and need to released of this white sticky poison! There are plenty of things sexy in this world but having a girl that enjoys watching you squirt onto her breasts is one. This is what you make me do as all I've been thinking about is devouring your pussy like an owl with the mouse.

Editor: "Uh, easy there, tiger. Not the comparison we're looking for but to each his own."

I'm serious. I am so in the mood to just lick, suck, and finger. Feet go behind the ears as I lick from the bottom to the top of that sensitive pink flesh and enjoy watching her drip from her own personal wetness. Damn, I'm a slave to good porn today.

It would be nice to have some female attention of the non-negative type seeing as Sara is just too busy for me or making me feel like I'm not much. I'm a boy in need of a girl that wants to grab him and place her hands down his pants to tease the tip of his cock as she enjoys the feeling of slick pre-cum making its way out.

So sue me. I've got lust on me brain.

This is really nice of you guys to tell me that you want to continue reading me. Blogspot has been looking more and more as my new home. Mind you, this won't happen for a bit of time as I want to do a little research here and there. This will mean that I get in touch with some of these bloggers on what it's like over there. Diaryland is just home to more whiners than I care to get into.

But it's nice to know that you guys like me. Of course, I will give various people my new URL and all that. I need time for research and a new name that makes me feel like me at the moment. That's how Diaryland started for me, I got in touch with a girl from Canada years ago, had a falling out with her, dealt with far too many angry lesbians, and stayed on while they dropped off. My first fight on Diaryland was so worth it as it toughened me up early on for others.

I also realize that Diaryland has been having server problems. Zu told me that it's nearly impossible to comment or yell at me. I can't even get into my notes page! To even put up this entry, I'm going to have to wait nearly 15 minutes so all is forgiven for a week. I'm sure there are many bad thoughts just waiting to be told.

One of our city council members wants to name a street after one of the Virginia Tech victims (I don't call the others 'survivors' seeing as all that mattered was whether you were in the classroom-people still alive in Iraq are survivors, however) since she used to go to a local high school. My mother and I looked at each other is shock. What did she do to deserve such an honor?

Still waiting on that employment call on personal training the rich and seeing a new gym. Somehow, the brand new equipment looks so good, seeing as ours has cuts in the leather or massive old sweat stains. We blue collar people are tough and even have our women fart without an apology as they work out.

Why is it that some people are so shy about letting others know that they are dating? One of the guys that works at my gym really, really likes one of my friends, Mack. She just won't admit it and they tend to see each other out and then kiss. Pish tosh! A boy is supposed to grab his girl and kiss her no matter what. The only thing done is private is the grabbing of buttocks. Oh, lordy do I love to do so and have mine grabbed (or smacked) as well.

Richard was not in the gym. My guess is that he was at home with a giant bowl of popcorn (he does so for theaters as well so.....) watching my disc of Grindhouse on his projector screen. I forgot how big it is but the feeling of having a movie theater in your own home is nice.

Especially when your movie obsessed ex-wife is an alcoholic and known to pee anywhere.......

So, I'm outta here and on my way to the continuation of feeling so good. All these runs with 5-Pound Phooey have me in even better shape, stronger legs and more energy. The shin splints, squirrel chases, and occasional doggie disagreements do tend to ruin things. I'm still waiting for the first time 5-Pound Phooey gets a cat in her path. I miss that hiss. Gawd, I can't wait to get out of Diaryland. Happy twats all around.

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