I've hurt my shoulder. Yanked the fucker in some awful way that makes it throb if I move it at all. It better not last. I realize now how tired I have been. The whole of summer was pretty much spent working an awful shit job at 6am, 5 days a week. That, coupled with the homelessness and the lack of proper nutrition ganged up to leave me a weakened husk of man. Any illness that I have gotten lately has lasted a week or longer. I don't have the buildining blocks required for healthiness. It's made me feel quite lame. Trying to fight back now. I haven't been able to fully put my head into anything recently. Everything has been phoned in. Waking myself up is difficult. Keeping myself that way is even harder. Need cold water to douse myself in 8 times a day.
I met a lady through online email casual sex site. We met and had a good time. Watched Dawn of the dead and Desperate Shame. And had sex. I think it was planned to be a somewhat casual sex thing, no follow up, but we got along. We have stuff in common. She likes the birthday party for fucks sake. So we have hung out a few times. I think we may be friends. Hard to say. I told the bannana from the begining that I was not her boyfriend. Not exclusive blah blah blah. She made noise about understanding, but when faced with the reality that I would be plunging my meat rod into some one else, she was not happy and called me (while I was at new ladies house) to tell me that she couldn't continue. I said "Ok......" And proceeded to fuck casual internet girl. Was saddened by the lack of bannana, but....There is one bitch in the world, one bitch with many faces. And of course I knew the bannana would come to her senses. We saw each other and she told me that she regreted making the phone call to me. Which, reading between the lines really meant "I am adicted to cock. It is my crack rock. Please don't take my cock away." So I didn't. And we had great sex that night. She now understands the reality of the casual thing. She has fucked someone else. And has droves more lined up for a taste of her wonderfulness. So things are good on that end.
I did get into a little trouble. I went to see MirrorMask the other night with the roomie, and on the way home by myself, I got pulled over by one of Portlands finest. I ran no red lights and hit no children. I have expired tags from Minnesota still. So he ran my license and all that goodness (which did scare me a little bit considering how I got my license) everything came back good, and he gave me a ticket. $96 for the ticket. And I have to get my license and registration switched to Oregon by the 6th of December. Shouldn't be too big a deal except I have to Pass the DEQ test here, which I am not too sure my car can do. It's not belching flame and noxious gas, but.....Not in the best shape either. So have to pay for - License switch, DEQ test (if I fail the test, put money into car till it is fit to pass, which could be anywhere from $100-$500) Registration fees, court fees Etc. Etc. There is no way in holy hell I can pull that money together with my day jobs. So what to do? If I only need 1 or 2 hundred, should be fine. If I need 5 or more......Fuck. So I have once again been considering the worlds oldest profession. I can't deny that the danger of it does give me a bit of a kick. The money will be good. The problem is, well there are a few. 1. I can only get hard for so many things. If I have to blow someone, no problem. If I have to lay back and get fucked, no problem. If They want to blow me, or for me to fuck them.....I don't know if I can maintain an erection for that. 2. Same as before, can I do this and look at myself the same afterward? Can I feel ok? That question is more and more turning up yes. I don't want to give up my day jobs for it. Don't want to get into the lifestyle. But to bail myself out of trouble....and maybe get a Treo 650?? Been doing some research. Think it through to completion. Could work.
Working at the comic shop is awesome. Learning lots about the internal mechanics of the industry. Nice people. Inspiration. Off to consume more coffee and plug away at scripts. Take care all.
Great Review of True Porn 2
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I met a lady through online email casual sex site. We met and had a good time. Watched Dawn of the dead and Desperate Shame. And had sex. I think it was planned to be a somewhat casual sex thing, no follow up, but we got along. We have stuff in common. She likes the birthday party for fucks sake. So we have hung out a few times. I think we may be friends. Hard to say. I told the bannana from the begining that I was not her boyfriend. Not exclusive blah blah blah. She made noise about understanding, but when faced with the reality that I would be plunging my meat rod into some one else, she was not happy and called me (while I was at new ladies house) to tell me that she couldn't continue. I said "Ok......" And proceeded to fuck casual internet girl. Was saddened by the lack of bannana, but....There is one bitch in the world, one bitch with many faces. And of course I knew the bannana would come to her senses. We saw each other and she told me that she regreted making the phone call to me. Which, reading between the lines really meant "I am adicted to cock. It is my crack rock. Please don't take my cock away." So I didn't. And we had great sex that night. She now understands the reality of the casual thing. She has fucked someone else. And has droves more lined up for a taste of her wonderfulness. So things are good on that end.
I did get into a little trouble. I went to see MirrorMask the other night with the roomie, and on the way home by myself, I got pulled over by one of Portlands finest. I ran no red lights and hit no children. I have expired tags from Minnesota still. So he ran my license and all that goodness (which did scare me a little bit considering how I got my license) everything came back good, and he gave me a ticket. $96 for the ticket. And I have to get my license and registration switched to Oregon by the 6th of December. Shouldn't be too big a deal except I have to Pass the DEQ test here, which I am not too sure my car can do. It's not belching flame and noxious gas, but.....Not in the best shape either. So have to pay for - License switch, DEQ test (if I fail the test, put money into car till it is fit to pass, which could be anywhere from $100-$500) Registration fees, court fees Etc. Etc. There is no way in holy hell I can pull that money together with my day jobs. So what to do? If I only need 1 or 2 hundred, should be fine. If I need 5 or more......Fuck. So I have once again been considering the worlds oldest profession. I can't deny that the danger of it does give me a bit of a kick. The money will be good. The problem is, well there are a few. 1. I can only get hard for so many things. If I have to blow someone, no problem. If I have to lay back and get fucked, no problem. If They want to blow me, or for me to fuck them.....I don't know if I can maintain an erection for that. 2. Same as before, can I do this and look at myself the same afterward? Can I feel ok? That question is more and more turning up yes. I don't want to give up my day jobs for it. Don't want to get into the lifestyle. But to bail myself out of trouble....and maybe get a Treo 650?? Been doing some research. Think it through to completion. Could work.
Working at the comic shop is awesome. Learning lots about the internal mechanics of the industry. Nice people. Inspiration. Off to consume more coffee and plug away at scripts. Take care all.
Great Review of True Porn 2
Here
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