Down in the dumps, perhaps?
Dear Dia, er, Journal.
Well, where do I begin? Yesterday I burned my fursuit in the burn barrel. Head, hooves and all the materials. Oh probably only a couple hundred dollars worth but many many hours of often frustrating work gone up in flame and smoke. Heh, and as much as it bugs me today, I feel, somehow, very relieved. Anybody need five packages of fake horse hair (blond in color)? Heh.
I also deleted all my characters from World of Warcraft, a game I was much too addicted to, as is my best friend and mate, Bear. Well, he will keep playing I am sure. I bought him the game at Best Buy and split half the computer cost for him to be able to play with me only his characters are far ahead of mine, level-wise, and so he hardly wants to play with me as it is so fine, good by WOW.
Here I am looking at my Tonka and feeling very sexually attracted, a rather strange yet exciting thought indeed. I keep fantasizing about biting his thick and muscly thighs with fangs deep. Of course he would not appreciate that but I cannot help but keep visualizing that. Mmmm, tasty.
Gonna go out and halter him and play with his gorgeous body in a while. Hey, he is my horse and I can do that if I want.
Mister rubber lips.
Trying to decide if I want to go to MidWest FurFest with Tivo in a few months. Kinda lost my interest after destroying my suit but still, might be fun.
I keep trying to justify my actions yesterday. I think it has a lot to do with feeling overwhelmed with projects. After all, I seriously need to put more time and money and effort into fixing our house and place up rather than playing with toys so much but still, life has to have some fun involved. Thing is, sometimes the fun things turn into chores with time limits and frustration sets in. Dunno how to best describe that feeling but I am feeling very overwhelmed lately.
Did change the oil and filter on my Pontiac TransSport van and it has higher oil pressure indicated now and was in need so one good thing came of it.
That Steed head was nice fiberglass work even the subtleties and nuances of shapes around the teeth and lips and nostrils, etc. but oh well, gone forever now.
Hey, this is my journal and I can whine if I want to.
I think the biggest problem I was having with it was the size and shape of the head. Every time I looked in the mirror, wearing it, it seemed out of proportion and wrong from the get-go. Probably something inherent in trying to be an anthro equine for one. Long face, short neck type thing... it never looked right. Now Clyde looks great but his head is much shorter and is soft, another thing that always bothered me about my head... hard shell fiberglass trying to be furrysoft or something, dunno.
Of course, horses are bone heads in more ways than one. Giggle.
I still want to bite his ass. Tonka is such a sweetie so gentle and kind, curious and smart. I often wonder what horses (and other animals like dogs) think. I believe they think but not like we do of course. Good for them, they do not have a God nor politics nor make war nor hurt anybody (insects and predators excepted). Of course humans are the ultimate predators... we can actually destroy our entire planet, something happening daily with a shrug and a sense of not. Oh yes we are.
I would rather be a horse.
*wipes tear from cheek*
Flies whether house or horse can all die in my opinion. *fly swatter set back down*
I suppose they have their place in life (breaking down dead animals) but still, very annoying pests.
Ohmygod Tonka is sexy. Just look at that glossysleekmuscly ass, that shoulder, that... er... dare I go further? Too bad he is a gelding although little Thunder could be neutered and we would not mind... such a little shit.
They are such good friends it would be a sin to ever separate them. I never will and Bear agrees.
Oh great, sin, a sense of God again. Oh, by the way, I am an athiest. God is an invention of humans to feel there is something after this life and something to better-up-to and yet most of the problems in our human world (wars the best example) have been given his (his?) sanction. Yea, right, and I have a bridge to sell you... or an old pickemup truck.
There is no god only life and it can be a wonderous thing, life.
Politics and religion excepted.
Come fly with me in flights of fantasy and discover stuff about ourselves that mean much more than the ruts of daily exhistance. Or not, your choice.
Yea, I am a helpless and hopeless romantic.
BTW, my tested IQ is 220 by the government. Go figure and want to understand why I am so fucking stupid.
I often wish I was a normal person. Raise a family, work a job, be happy. Don't worry, be happy (fun song).
I want to slobbersuck all over Tonka's amazingly clean and perfectly shaped cock. Go figure that one out why don't ya?
After or before I sink my fangs into his thick and meaty and delicious inner thighs so musclysweet and veiny and... oh stop it, Steed, you are being crude again. No I am just talking feelings (ewww, woman stuff). GRIN!!!
Come with me, Tivo and my friends like you, Bobcat and you, Chibiabos and you, Bucky Boy (love your art and attitude) and all of you come with me and fly me I am ready and eager and have powerful wings to take us wherever we wish to go. Yea, perhaps it is in the spoken or typewritten word we need to explore rather than drawings, paintings, sculpture, etc.
If you are nice I will even have sex with you. Heh, and you think you are the pervert. Fat chance... nobody can outpevert this crazy stallion. Nobody. Given fact of nature and law.
Been fun and more to come.
Steed
Well, where do I begin? Yesterday I burned my fursuit in the burn barrel. Head, hooves and all the materials. Oh probably only a couple hundred dollars worth but many many hours of often frustrating work gone up in flame and smoke. Heh, and as much as it bugs me today, I feel, somehow, very relieved. Anybody need five packages of fake horse hair (blond in color)? Heh.
I also deleted all my characters from World of Warcraft, a game I was much too addicted to, as is my best friend and mate, Bear. Well, he will keep playing I am sure. I bought him the game at Best Buy and split half the computer cost for him to be able to play with me only his characters are far ahead of mine, level-wise, and so he hardly wants to play with me as it is so fine, good by WOW.
Here I am looking at my Tonka and feeling very sexually attracted, a rather strange yet exciting thought indeed. I keep fantasizing about biting his thick and muscly thighs with fangs deep. Of course he would not appreciate that but I cannot help but keep visualizing that. Mmmm, tasty.
Gonna go out and halter him and play with his gorgeous body in a while. Hey, he is my horse and I can do that if I want.
Mister rubber lips.
Trying to decide if I want to go to MidWest FurFest with Tivo in a few months. Kinda lost my interest after destroying my suit but still, might be fun.
I keep trying to justify my actions yesterday. I think it has a lot to do with feeling overwhelmed with projects. After all, I seriously need to put more time and money and effort into fixing our house and place up rather than playing with toys so much but still, life has to have some fun involved. Thing is, sometimes the fun things turn into chores with time limits and frustration sets in. Dunno how to best describe that feeling but I am feeling very overwhelmed lately.
Did change the oil and filter on my Pontiac TransSport van and it has higher oil pressure indicated now and was in need so one good thing came of it.
That Steed head was nice fiberglass work even the subtleties and nuances of shapes around the teeth and lips and nostrils, etc. but oh well, gone forever now.
Hey, this is my journal and I can whine if I want to.
I think the biggest problem I was having with it was the size and shape of the head. Every time I looked in the mirror, wearing it, it seemed out of proportion and wrong from the get-go. Probably something inherent in trying to be an anthro equine for one. Long face, short neck type thing... it never looked right. Now Clyde looks great but his head is much shorter and is soft, another thing that always bothered me about my head... hard shell fiberglass trying to be furrysoft or something, dunno.
Of course, horses are bone heads in more ways than one. Giggle.
I still want to bite his ass. Tonka is such a sweetie so gentle and kind, curious and smart. I often wonder what horses (and other animals like dogs) think. I believe they think but not like we do of course. Good for them, they do not have a God nor politics nor make war nor hurt anybody (insects and predators excepted). Of course humans are the ultimate predators... we can actually destroy our entire planet, something happening daily with a shrug and a sense of not. Oh yes we are.
I would rather be a horse.
*wipes tear from cheek*
Flies whether house or horse can all die in my opinion. *fly swatter set back down*
I suppose they have their place in life (breaking down dead animals) but still, very annoying pests.
Ohmygod Tonka is sexy. Just look at that glossysleekmuscly ass, that shoulder, that... er... dare I go further? Too bad he is a gelding although little Thunder could be neutered and we would not mind... such a little shit.
They are such good friends it would be a sin to ever separate them. I never will and Bear agrees.
Oh great, sin, a sense of God again. Oh, by the way, I am an athiest. God is an invention of humans to feel there is something after this life and something to better-up-to and yet most of the problems in our human world (wars the best example) have been given his (his?) sanction. Yea, right, and I have a bridge to sell you... or an old pickemup truck.
There is no god only life and it can be a wonderous thing, life.
Politics and religion excepted.
Come fly with me in flights of fantasy and discover stuff about ourselves that mean much more than the ruts of daily exhistance. Or not, your choice.
Yea, I am a helpless and hopeless romantic.
BTW, my tested IQ is 220 by the government. Go figure and want to understand why I am so fucking stupid.
I often wish I was a normal person. Raise a family, work a job, be happy. Don't worry, be happy (fun song).
I want to slobbersuck all over Tonka's amazingly clean and perfectly shaped cock. Go figure that one out why don't ya?
After or before I sink my fangs into his thick and meaty and delicious inner thighs so musclysweet and veiny and... oh stop it, Steed, you are being crude again. No I am just talking feelings (ewww, woman stuff). GRIN!!!
Come with me, Tivo and my friends like you, Bobcat and you, Chibiabos and you, Bucky Boy (love your art and attitude) and all of you come with me and fly me I am ready and eager and have powerful wings to take us wherever we wish to go. Yea, perhaps it is in the spoken or typewritten word we need to explore rather than drawings, paintings, sculpture, etc.
If you are nice I will even have sex with you. Heh, and you think you are the pervert. Fat chance... nobody can outpevert this crazy stallion. Nobody. Given fact of nature and law.
Been fun and more to come.
Steed