Monday, February 24, 2003
We have begun the process!
The move is officially under way. I woke up yesterday at 1:30pm and immediately started helping Kelly tear apart our apartment. We got a lot done, but I am afraid to say that there is so much more to do! I don’t think I have any time left for fun this week. We have to have the house ready to go by Wednesday night. It seems as though Kelly and I will have to move into our new place on Thursday evening, rather than Friday morning. Gotta make use of the big strong boys when they are available. Regardless, we will still be sleeping in our Queens apartment for one more night. Rita leaves early Friday morning and I want to make sure that we are with her up until the moment she drives away.
Man, it’s really happening.
The days are flying by like wild fire. My head is swirling with things I need to do and just when I think I have narrowed down my final list, I realize that I have yet to change my address on some of my bills, or that I haven’t called the thrift store yet to remove my couches, or that GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! See? So much.
In other news…
I was out having my mid-day cigarette when the strangest thing happened.
This guy walks out of an apartment building, about 50 feet from me, and projectile vomits all over the sidewalk. Seriously. It was like, one minute, silence. The next minute, a tremendous splash on the ground. The guy wipes his mouth and goes back into the building. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I mean, I DO feel bad that he got sick, but how rare is it to see someone just haul off and erupt from their mouth? I had an enjoyable cigarette to say the least.
Thank God I dropped off my laundry at the Laundromat today. I have been wearing BO covered clothes for at least a week or two. Just wanted to have all new laundry before we moved into the city. But still, thank God, I got some clothes clean, cuz I was starting to get a little embarrassed at having to keep my pits shut whenever I was in a group of people.
My boss is driving me up the fucking wall today.
The end.
SO!
Member how I wrote that I used too much steroid cream on my cock and it dried out and shriveled up? Well, late Thursday night, I needed to jerk off pretty badly, and decided to tempt the fate of my dick and just go for it. I have to be honest, the cock looked so severely damaged that I was sure I was going to have to forgo sex for the rest of my life.
WELL!
As I began jerking, the skin surrounding my dick head and shaft began crunching. Like, well, you know, crunching.
It didn’t hurt at all, so I kept jerking. The lights were off in my room so I couldn’t see what was happening “down there”. It only took about 5 minutes to get myself to orgasm and once finished I flipped on the light to see the damage I caused.
LO AND BEHOLD!
Jerking my dick off made all the crust crumble and flake off. I was lying there naked, looking down at my cum covered dick and saw that there was dead skin everywhere!
I jumped out of bed and stood over the garbage can so that I could get as much of the dead skin off my stomach and into the trash. There was like 8 layers of it. I then wiped myself up and pealed the remaining skin off.
Underneath all of this “crunch” was the most beautiful baby soft dick I have ever seen! And it was mine! ALL MINE! I was elated. Not only did I not destroy my cock, the three days of steroid cream torture I went through ended up turning it into the prettiest and softest cock in the world! I haven’t been able to keep my hands off it since.
The lesson I learned is this:
If you make a mistake and put steroid cream on your cock in order to eliminate a pseudo-skin disease, wait three days and then jerk feverishly. Underneath all that ugly is a cock that is brand-new and baby soft!
SICK!
I got so much packing to do.
Ari just got back from her final lunch with Rita. She just walked into the office with tears brimming in her eyes. Ari doesn’t cry, so the minute I saw it, I grabbed her and took her out for a smoke. Rita has become such a big part of so many people’s lives here that when they say their good-byes, it just tears them up. Ari and Rita have gotten to know each other pretty well over the last year and I knew it was going to be hard for them to give their farewells.
And the beat goes on…
All right…time for lunch. I heated up my soup like an hour and a half ago and maybe now that it has fully congealed, I can go enjoy it.
Latas.
The move is officially under way. I woke up yesterday at 1:30pm and immediately started helping Kelly tear apart our apartment. We got a lot done, but I am afraid to say that there is so much more to do! I don’t think I have any time left for fun this week. We have to have the house ready to go by Wednesday night. It seems as though Kelly and I will have to move into our new place on Thursday evening, rather than Friday morning. Gotta make use of the big strong boys when they are available. Regardless, we will still be sleeping in our Queens apartment for one more night. Rita leaves early Friday morning and I want to make sure that we are with her up until the moment she drives away.
Man, it’s really happening.
The days are flying by like wild fire. My head is swirling with things I need to do and just when I think I have narrowed down my final list, I realize that I have yet to change my address on some of my bills, or that I haven’t called the thrift store yet to remove my couches, or that GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! See? So much.
In other news…
I was out having my mid-day cigarette when the strangest thing happened.
This guy walks out of an apartment building, about 50 feet from me, and projectile vomits all over the sidewalk. Seriously. It was like, one minute, silence. The next minute, a tremendous splash on the ground. The guy wipes his mouth and goes back into the building. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I mean, I DO feel bad that he got sick, but how rare is it to see someone just haul off and erupt from their mouth? I had an enjoyable cigarette to say the least.
Thank God I dropped off my laundry at the Laundromat today. I have been wearing BO covered clothes for at least a week or two. Just wanted to have all new laundry before we moved into the city. But still, thank God, I got some clothes clean, cuz I was starting to get a little embarrassed at having to keep my pits shut whenever I was in a group of people.
My boss is driving me up the fucking wall today.
The end.
SO!
Member how I wrote that I used too much steroid cream on my cock and it dried out and shriveled up? Well, late Thursday night, I needed to jerk off pretty badly, and decided to tempt the fate of my dick and just go for it. I have to be honest, the cock looked so severely damaged that I was sure I was going to have to forgo sex for the rest of my life.
WELL!
As I began jerking, the skin surrounding my dick head and shaft began crunching. Like, well, you know, crunching.
It didn’t hurt at all, so I kept jerking. The lights were off in my room so I couldn’t see what was happening “down there”. It only took about 5 minutes to get myself to orgasm and once finished I flipped on the light to see the damage I caused.
LO AND BEHOLD!
Jerking my dick off made all the crust crumble and flake off. I was lying there naked, looking down at my cum covered dick and saw that there was dead skin everywhere!
I jumped out of bed and stood over the garbage can so that I could get as much of the dead skin off my stomach and into the trash. There was like 8 layers of it. I then wiped myself up and pealed the remaining skin off.
Underneath all of this “crunch” was the most beautiful baby soft dick I have ever seen! And it was mine! ALL MINE! I was elated. Not only did I not destroy my cock, the three days of steroid cream torture I went through ended up turning it into the prettiest and softest cock in the world! I haven’t been able to keep my hands off it since.
The lesson I learned is this:
If you make a mistake and put steroid cream on your cock in order to eliminate a pseudo-skin disease, wait three days and then jerk feverishly. Underneath all that ugly is a cock that is brand-new and baby soft!
SICK!
I got so much packing to do.
Ari just got back from her final lunch with Rita. She just walked into the office with tears brimming in her eyes. Ari doesn’t cry, so the minute I saw it, I grabbed her and took her out for a smoke. Rita has become such a big part of so many people’s lives here that when they say their good-byes, it just tears them up. Ari and Rita have gotten to know each other pretty well over the last year and I knew it was going to be hard for them to give their farewells.
And the beat goes on…
All right…time for lunch. I heated up my soup like an hour and a half ago and maybe now that it has fully congealed, I can go enjoy it.
Latas.
