Show me the money
So, I'm watching Jerry Maguire. You know the "Show me the money!" thing. Everybody does. So here we go. *screams* SHOW ME THE MONEY! *waits* Yeah, see? Nothing. And on another note, Renee Zellweger is very attractive in that movie. I only say that, because I don't find her particularly attractive elsewhere.
There is nothing sadder than an injured ferret, I've come to realize. And now Loki hates me, the bearer of cold stuff in the ear and yucky tasting stuff.
Let this journal be a testimony to me swearing to start working out. I miss being in Karate, because I was in my prime fitness then. Toned, strong, confident. I'm still confident now, but perhaps not so much in how I look. I'm glad the pimples have started to diminish in quantity, but still. You know. As strange as it may sound for others to hear, I am not happy with my body. I guess that's just everybody's curse. But I am not blameless, in fact I blame myself totally. Here I am typing this garble when I could be doing push ups and sit-ups. I just feel like I have no priorities anymore. I struggle so hard to get off my ass to clean, even though I know if I don't I'll get murdered. I blow off school, even though I know I need to do it, and succeed at it. I still approach college like I did High School. Sometimes I really do feel like its a waste of time. I just hope that's just me feeling burned out.
On a brighter note, our sex life has never really been better. While we don't have sex constantly, (like all day) the quality makes up for it. For most of the month we have sex just about every night. During the day it is near impossible thanks to Darcy. Screaming kids -really- kill the mood. Anyway, back to my point. If I'm not altogether happy with the way I look, I am very happy with how my skills are progressing. My tongue does wonders now. So now I have a little bit of competition with myself. Afterall, I can't be outshadowed by my tongue, right? So now I've been able to last much longer during the actual process. Several times lately, Amy pushes me off so she can go to sleep, even though I am not done. There, of course, is the reality of getting "raw" and I would try to avoid that. Thanks to me lasting longer, I can drain any inhibitions out of her too (providing I haven't finished her off). We've tried some new positions that I've found very appealing. Another benefit to being able to last longer, is that I don't really have to worry about the imminent threat of being finished. That feeling is very powerful and makes it kinda hard to think about anything else. While it does feel very good to pass away into oblivion and bliss, I like to fawn over Amy and think about her. Not sure if that makes sense, but it does to me. Sex is a way for me to feel closer to her. I don't feel like I'm just fucking her hole, not that I ever did, but you get the point. Its also the only time that I can really take control. Like a beast if you will. I am a man, and there is a carnage inside of me. I cannot help it, but I can control it. And I do, except in the bedroom. *wink wink* I've embraced the bedroom as my domain. Sadly though, because of that feeling, if I don't feel like it, then no sex is happening. Really, what I say, goes. But I am not unfair. I do deliver, just not in coital version. I have no problem using my tongue and do not feel threatened by it. I guess it could be seen as degrading, but it really isn't for me. I hold all the power at that point. She is under my control, completely. And, no. I am not just being conceited. I -am- that good. Some, I have to admit, I have learned from books and the internet. But mostly I use my imagination. I figure, "If I was a girl, what would I like done to me?" and I do that. So, yes. I am very proud of my skills. I look forward to strengthening and honing those skills and become a sex god. *flexes* All I have to do now is get the body.
I've made a really great sex mix too. I guess I'll post it later for all my peeps to copy.
Now watch this. Yep, I'm learning HTML. *commence laughing at me*
There is nothing sadder than an injured ferret, I've come to realize. And now Loki hates me, the bearer of cold stuff in the ear and yucky tasting stuff.
Let this journal be a testimony to me swearing to start working out. I miss being in Karate, because I was in my prime fitness then. Toned, strong, confident. I'm still confident now, but perhaps not so much in how I look. I'm glad the pimples have started to diminish in quantity, but still. You know. As strange as it may sound for others to hear, I am not happy with my body. I guess that's just everybody's curse. But I am not blameless, in fact I blame myself totally. Here I am typing this garble when I could be doing push ups and sit-ups. I just feel like I have no priorities anymore. I struggle so hard to get off my ass to clean, even though I know if I don't I'll get murdered. I blow off school, even though I know I need to do it, and succeed at it. I still approach college like I did High School. Sometimes I really do feel like its a waste of time. I just hope that's just me feeling burned out.
On a brighter note, our sex life has never really been better. While we don't have sex constantly, (like all day) the quality makes up for it. For most of the month we have sex just about every night. During the day it is near impossible thanks to Darcy. Screaming kids -really- kill the mood. Anyway, back to my point. If I'm not altogether happy with the way I look, I am very happy with how my skills are progressing. My tongue does wonders now. So now I have a little bit of competition with myself. Afterall, I can't be outshadowed by my tongue, right? So now I've been able to last much longer during the actual process. Several times lately, Amy pushes me off so she can go to sleep, even though I am not done. There, of course, is the reality of getting "raw" and I would try to avoid that. Thanks to me lasting longer, I can drain any inhibitions out of her too (providing I haven't finished her off). We've tried some new positions that I've found very appealing. Another benefit to being able to last longer, is that I don't really have to worry about the imminent threat of being finished. That feeling is very powerful and makes it kinda hard to think about anything else. While it does feel very good to pass away into oblivion and bliss, I like to fawn over Amy and think about her. Not sure if that makes sense, but it does to me. Sex is a way for me to feel closer to her. I don't feel like I'm just fucking her hole, not that I ever did, but you get the point. Its also the only time that I can really take control. Like a beast if you will. I am a man, and there is a carnage inside of me. I cannot help it, but I can control it. And I do, except in the bedroom. *wink wink* I've embraced the bedroom as my domain. Sadly though, because of that feeling, if I don't feel like it, then no sex is happening. Really, what I say, goes. But I am not unfair. I do deliver, just not in coital version. I have no problem using my tongue and do not feel threatened by it. I guess it could be seen as degrading, but it really isn't for me. I hold all the power at that point. She is under my control, completely. And, no. I am not just being conceited. I -am- that good. Some, I have to admit, I have learned from books and the internet. But mostly I use my imagination. I figure, "If I was a girl, what would I like done to me?" and I do that. So, yes. I am very proud of my skills. I look forward to strengthening and honing those skills and become a sex god. *flexes* All I have to do now is get the body.
I've made a really great sex mix too. I guess I'll post it later for all my peeps to copy.
Now watch this. Yep, I'm learning HTML. *commence laughing at me*