So uncalled for.
Man O Man I havent written in a long time, and who knows when I will write again, so a few things for you while I am here.
First off, I will be the first to say, when I go to sleep, I am always excited with the thought of the possibility I may have an erotic dream. They feel so real and so good most of the time. So my question is, why the fuck would anyone (and by anyone, I mean me)wake up in the morning having to face that fact that there was indeed a family member in their erotic dream? It wasnt a wet dream, but more of a dream in which i was having sex with a family member, and probably too surprised and disturbed that I would even be in this situation, to ejaculate. Its very hare to operate around my entire family with my head held up high after something like this.
Secondly, I hate living in a world in which, you dont need love to fuck, and you dont need to fuck, to love somebody. Things that are so wrong, feel so good sometimes.
Third, Yesterday I bought nasal spray which i really thought was going to come out of that bottle like a mist, as seen on TV. As I am pumping this thing, for what seemed like to be a good 30 seconds, BOOOM! It ejaculated on my face. It was a clear gel of some sorts, running down my face like the messy sex I love. I was just taken back, because I had no warning. The thought of pumping this liquid up my nose scared me. It was so thick, but I thought, "Fuck it". And yup there is was, the familiar feeling of cum up my nose. Again.
Fourth, I was talking to my good friend Mike from New York the other day and he told me that while on a road trip, a man pointed a gun at him and three other friends, and then proceeded to take all of their money. This happened in Kansas I think. And I got to thinking, this is exactly why I am not good on road trips. I would have been killed, as well as all who were with me, if this were to ever happen. My response would have been like "Okay no. I will make a deal with you. If you fire one bullet into the air, then we will all voluntarily pay you for your service. This is the world's easiest job, and you are hired. Fire one bullet and get paid for it, its like its not even a robbery. But if there is no bullets in the gun then, well you can go fuck yourself." At this point I would probably die and take the lives of my friends with me.
5) Today was a good day for mail, I got a homemade masturbation Video form Rob. I get one every month it seems, its like my period evidently. Some better than others. I finally got my Kill Bill shit that I ordered like 3 months ago, and a gay porn catalog. I will be busy for a while playing with all this new stuff.
SIX) This is my last few days in El Paso, I will be in New York City next week, open up wide.
First off, I will be the first to say, when I go to sleep, I am always excited with the thought of the possibility I may have an erotic dream. They feel so real and so good most of the time. So my question is, why the fuck would anyone (and by anyone, I mean me)wake up in the morning having to face that fact that there was indeed a family member in their erotic dream? It wasnt a wet dream, but more of a dream in which i was having sex with a family member, and probably too surprised and disturbed that I would even be in this situation, to ejaculate. Its very hare to operate around my entire family with my head held up high after something like this.
Secondly, I hate living in a world in which, you dont need love to fuck, and you dont need to fuck, to love somebody. Things that are so wrong, feel so good sometimes.
Third, Yesterday I bought nasal spray which i really thought was going to come out of that bottle like a mist, as seen on TV. As I am pumping this thing, for what seemed like to be a good 30 seconds, BOOOM! It ejaculated on my face. It was a clear gel of some sorts, running down my face like the messy sex I love. I was just taken back, because I had no warning. The thought of pumping this liquid up my nose scared me. It was so thick, but I thought, "Fuck it". And yup there is was, the familiar feeling of cum up my nose. Again.
Fourth, I was talking to my good friend Mike from New York the other day and he told me that while on a road trip, a man pointed a gun at him and three other friends, and then proceeded to take all of their money. This happened in Kansas I think. And I got to thinking, this is exactly why I am not good on road trips. I would have been killed, as well as all who were with me, if this were to ever happen. My response would have been like "Okay no. I will make a deal with you. If you fire one bullet into the air, then we will all voluntarily pay you for your service. This is the world's easiest job, and you are hired. Fire one bullet and get paid for it, its like its not even a robbery. But if there is no bullets in the gun then, well you can go fuck yourself." At this point I would probably die and take the lives of my friends with me.
5) Today was a good day for mail, I got a homemade masturbation Video form Rob. I get one every month it seems, its like my period evidently. Some better than others. I finally got my Kill Bill shit that I ordered like 3 months ago, and a gay porn catalog. I will be busy for a while playing with all this new stuff.
SIX) This is my last few days in El Paso, I will be in New York City next week, open up wide.