lukebunny

Another day Another near death experience Another Near Fight Another Sexcapade.

These past 2 weeks at work I have logged about 105 hours. Played hell with my body. Didn't think it would. Adding those extra hours actually made my knee hurt a little bit. Got some rocking back pain. A stretch, a jack off, and a hot shower should be good as new. This past week I worked 3 twelves and 2 eight hour shifts. No time for much of anything. Constant sexual frenzy.

So. We were painting stuff at work. I was telling people where they could pull up and park. A woman pulls into the lot in a massive SUV. She whips around, throws it in reverse, and backs up to the pump going about 30 MPH. I am behind her trying to wave her in the direction she needs to go. Wearing my neon orange safety vest. I end up diving out of the way to avoid being road pancake. I go up to the car, she doesn't apologize, just tosses me her card and tells me to fill it. I do. At the end, I tell her to never pull in to my lot going that fast again, and that she almost fucking hit me. Her response? "Well this is a rental car, I'm not used to it so don't take it personal." I stare for a moment.....And inform her, in no uncertain terms, that almost getting creamed by a truck that is bigger than my mothers house is something I ALWAYS take personally. Cunt. She mumbles something and drives off.

Again, at work. I am standing near the door. Shitstain alterna boy pulls up. Jumps out his car and throws his cigarette on the ground. Goes inside. I say nothing. He comes out, and goes to get in his car. I, being the sarcastic smarmy shit that I am say "That's cool, I'll pick that up for you!" With a shit eating grin. He sputters "Wha- Dude, chill out I was gonna smoke it bra!" Me "Ok, great thanks!" A car pulls up, and I start to walk over to set them up. Shitstain says, as I am walking away and has his car is between us "Fucking Fag!" I stop, and ask "What the fuck did you just say to me??" Not the wittiestresponse, I know, but it had been almost 10 years since I last had that thrown at me in a manner that was designed to call me out. I start walking back toward him, and the new car that pulled up starts asking me for something. I am laughing loudly and somewhat hysterically at shitbird. I go to the new car. Shit bird pulls up in his shit ride and says something to the effect of "Yah, it's a great city, you'll love it here fag!" I start walking toward him again, and he speeds off. I talk with my bosses about this and informed that had I gotten into it with him anymore, I probably would have been fired. Despite him fucking asking for it and really, really needing an ass whoopin. I am a representative of Conoco Phillips and as such have to uphold certain blah blah fucking blah. I work for a corporation. They make me take out my plugs, but this might just be a little too much. Asking me to walk away from shit that I don't walk away from is asking me to really really subjugate my personality for them. They don't pay me that fucking much. Time for the new job hunt.

Again with the work stuff. A girl named Kimberlee asked for my number yesterday. We hadn't really talked much. She lives in the neighborhood. I gave it. We texted back and forth a bit, and she ended up coming over for some late night booty call action. How odd. Kind of. She has a 2 year old son. Not looking for a father. Which is good, cause christ knows That's not me. Not looking for a boyfriend either. She is protective of her time. No pressure. Could be a good time. By the time we started fooling around I was so wretchedly exhausted that I could barely move. See the 54 hour work week from hell. (Above) We fooled around, and she ended up going down on me for a while. It was very pleasant. I stopped her. I don't like the idea of one partner giving gratification without recieving anything, and I was too wiped out to give anything back. I don't mind giving without recieving, but there is the fucked brain again....I am also way into self denial of bodily orgasm lately. Getting myself close, and then stopping. Forcing to deal and accept torture. Same as branding or any other. Different ways of experiencing pleasure and transgressive sexuality. My good friend the twisted monster Daniel have often talked about the filthiness of celibacy. We shall see.

I haven't been out dancing in almost a month. Been too fucking tired. And poor. But that should change soon. It fucking better at least, I will get angstier and angstier. Smoke mother fuckers like it aint no thang.

The comic was pushed back a week. This wednesday. True Porn 2 comes out. I have an 11 page short comic in it. There are some problems with it, but I am damn fucking proud of it. A small thing maybe, but it means that I am officially a published author. Some one else paid to put my work in print. It was my first attempt at making a comic, and I think we did ok. There is a laundry list of awesome creators in it. Ed Malys (Who Illustrated my script "Jamie") has a comic in there that he did writing and illustration duties on, and it is fucking brilliant. I would say the book is worth picking up for that alone. As always, try to support your local comic shops. Call them and ask if they will be carrying it, it is available through Diamond distribution. If no place near you will have it, you can either order it online here
Or, you can let me know and I can get a copy and send it out to you. My head is not big enough to sign anything. But I could definatly give a thank you note with it

Echo is gone. Back to the Bay area. That was an interesting 3 week trip. I think we may have gotten somewhat close. Maybe take some time, distance, and hindsight to see for sure.

I've got 2 days off and no idea what to do with myself. What do you think I should do?