Thursday, June 12, 2003
Last night I came up with the best idea for a journal entry, but now I have to scrap it and go in a different direction. I will save my idea for a day when I have nothing to say. But today I have so much to say that I should just get into it.
This is me getting into it.
1) I am doing this part time work for a lady in my office. It’s basically data entry work, but the good thing is that I am getting paid $10 an hour for it and also…get this…it is work I can do from home. AMAZING. It’s mind numbing work, but when I put in 3 hours of work, I can say that I put in 6 hours of work and who hoo-----payday! In any case, the woman who is monitoring my work is what I like to call “the most terrifying beast from the inner depths of ugly hell.” She has absolutely no social graces whatsoever. On numerous occasions I have opened her office door and banged her in the head. You see…it makes sense. She lies down on the floor when things get too stressful. Doesn’t EVERYONE do that at work?? Anyhobble…last week when she was showing me what to do with my data entry, she horrified me worse than usual. You see, “beast” had bitten her cuticle too short and proceeded to smear stripes of blood all over every piece of paper that she touched. I watched in HORROR as she smeared and wiped and gushed blood all over my work. I gagged on myself and was shocked that at no point did she seem embarrassed or grossed out by her blood smearing. She just wiped and leaked all over the place. On Sunday, when I pulled out the packet of work, I saw that the blood had turned from bright red to brown. I re-gagged on myself and vowed to never EVER be in the same room alone with this woman again. I also cut out the pieces of blood from each page of my work. It was hurting my feelings.
2) I went to get my hair cut today. I HATE getting my haircut, but it is imperative that I participate in such an activity. Can’t be letting my pretty face be hidden by my pin straight Asian hair. In any case, when I sat down in the barber’s chair, I looked at the mirror and noticed that I had a HUGE whitehead zit resting delicately next to my nose. WHEN DID I GET THAT?!? It was SO big and intimidating and I kept thinking “Stupid Joe. Next time look in the mirror BEFORE you go out in public.” When the hairdresser walked away, I took my fingernail and tried as quickly as I could to scratch off that disgusting imperfection. Unfortunately, the hairdresser returned before I could fully take care of the problem. For the rest of the hair cut I had blood sitting idly next to my nose. It was a trashy experience and I left with my head hung low.
Is there a reason why my first too stories are blood filled? No, but my next story is about how I bled when breaking my hymen. SIKE. sorta sike.
3) Last night I had the best sex of my entire life. Seriously. Ahmad came over and although I was sick as a dog, he looked so PUMPED from the gym that I immediately had my hands all over his shoulders and arms. I just couldn’t stop myself. He pulled away a few times, I think because he was trying to hold us back from going farther then we should have. Unfortunately, when I see a big playground of MUSCLE in front of me, I can do nothing else but climb the monkey bars and take a slide down the…well…you see where this cliché is going. In any case, we made out for over an hour and we stripped each other naked for 20 long and enjoyable minutes. At one point, Ahmad looks at me and says “I have never felt anything so good in my entire life. I want nothing more than to pick you up in my arms and make love to you.” Ironically enough, I have never had anal sex in my life, but after knowing Ahmad for only 3 weeks, I came so close to doing it with him last night. When I kissed him I felt pure and utter electricity. I felt like he was making love to ever inch of my body. The sweat that poured off our bodies was a sure sign that we had truly let go of our sexual inhibitions. I rubbed his dick all over my ass region and gave him a taste of what it’s like to be SO CLOSE to an asshole that you can’t fuck. Over and over he said: “You are so warm. You are so warm. I love being this close to your body.” And I loved it right back. Instead of inserting his dick into my ass, Ahmad inserted his finger. It takes the right moment and the right guy for me to allow anyone inside of me. I let Ahmad in because he is so MAN and I felt so erotically wonderful in his arms. After 15 minutes of expert fingering, I exploded (!) in one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. Not only do I not cum in hook up situations, if I do, I do it only while I am submersed in fantasyland. I stayed focused on Ahmad throughout the entire experience and I realized, for the first time, how good sex can really be. Raw, powerful, and real.
This week I have had amazing sex with both Paul and Ahmad. Paul’s was very emotional because of where we’re at in our relationship. Ahmad’s was sexy and hot and unlike anything I have ever experienced. Can you see why I feel as though I am a kid in a candy store? But can you also see why I am nervous to be that kid? How much longer are both of these guys going to give me their all while I sit back and only give half of myself to each one? In a selfish way, I’m glad. It’s about time that I thought only about myself. It’s about time that I have a little fun. It’s about time that I get to know what it’s like to be a healthy, sexually active male. At 25, I’ve yet to get to know this side of my personality. And as I have said over and over in the last paragraph…it’s time.
It’s funny. I haven’t masturbated in a couple of weeks. There has been so much touching and kissing and jerking in my life that when I am by myself, I have no desire to play around with my ding dong. Fucking ding dong. What I meant to say was…playing around with my Venus De Milo.
Remember when I was all depressed and suicidal a month or so ago? What a fucking crybaby I was! I wish I could go back and slap myself in my crybaby face! I so deserved some slaps.
sike. That was a test. If you agreed with slapping my crybaby face, then now I know that you don’t really believe in depression as an actual disease. Thanks a lot you.
Thanks a very lot.
I’m going to go pull my dick in the bathroom for a bit. Lord knows I haven’t had nearly enough action in the last 72 hours.
PEAYCE.
This is me getting into it.
1) I am doing this part time work for a lady in my office. It’s basically data entry work, but the good thing is that I am getting paid $10 an hour for it and also…get this…it is work I can do from home. AMAZING. It’s mind numbing work, but when I put in 3 hours of work, I can say that I put in 6 hours of work and who hoo-----payday! In any case, the woman who is monitoring my work is what I like to call “the most terrifying beast from the inner depths of ugly hell.” She has absolutely no social graces whatsoever. On numerous occasions I have opened her office door and banged her in the head. You see…it makes sense. She lies down on the floor when things get too stressful. Doesn’t EVERYONE do that at work?? Anyhobble…last week when she was showing me what to do with my data entry, she horrified me worse than usual. You see, “beast” had bitten her cuticle too short and proceeded to smear stripes of blood all over every piece of paper that she touched. I watched in HORROR as she smeared and wiped and gushed blood all over my work. I gagged on myself and was shocked that at no point did she seem embarrassed or grossed out by her blood smearing. She just wiped and leaked all over the place. On Sunday, when I pulled out the packet of work, I saw that the blood had turned from bright red to brown. I re-gagged on myself and vowed to never EVER be in the same room alone with this woman again. I also cut out the pieces of blood from each page of my work. It was hurting my feelings.
2) I went to get my hair cut today. I HATE getting my haircut, but it is imperative that I participate in such an activity. Can’t be letting my pretty face be hidden by my pin straight Asian hair. In any case, when I sat down in the barber’s chair, I looked at the mirror and noticed that I had a HUGE whitehead zit resting delicately next to my nose. WHEN DID I GET THAT?!? It was SO big and intimidating and I kept thinking “Stupid Joe. Next time look in the mirror BEFORE you go out in public.” When the hairdresser walked away, I took my fingernail and tried as quickly as I could to scratch off that disgusting imperfection. Unfortunately, the hairdresser returned before I could fully take care of the problem. For the rest of the hair cut I had blood sitting idly next to my nose. It was a trashy experience and I left with my head hung low.
Is there a reason why my first too stories are blood filled? No, but my next story is about how I bled when breaking my hymen. SIKE. sorta sike.
3) Last night I had the best sex of my entire life. Seriously. Ahmad came over and although I was sick as a dog, he looked so PUMPED from the gym that I immediately had my hands all over his shoulders and arms. I just couldn’t stop myself. He pulled away a few times, I think because he was trying to hold us back from going farther then we should have. Unfortunately, when I see a big playground of MUSCLE in front of me, I can do nothing else but climb the monkey bars and take a slide down the…well…you see where this cliché is going. In any case, we made out for over an hour and we stripped each other naked for 20 long and enjoyable minutes. At one point, Ahmad looks at me and says “I have never felt anything so good in my entire life. I want nothing more than to pick you up in my arms and make love to you.” Ironically enough, I have never had anal sex in my life, but after knowing Ahmad for only 3 weeks, I came so close to doing it with him last night. When I kissed him I felt pure and utter electricity. I felt like he was making love to ever inch of my body. The sweat that poured off our bodies was a sure sign that we had truly let go of our sexual inhibitions. I rubbed his dick all over my ass region and gave him a taste of what it’s like to be SO CLOSE to an asshole that you can’t fuck. Over and over he said: “You are so warm. You are so warm. I love being this close to your body.” And I loved it right back. Instead of inserting his dick into my ass, Ahmad inserted his finger. It takes the right moment and the right guy for me to allow anyone inside of me. I let Ahmad in because he is so MAN and I felt so erotically wonderful in his arms. After 15 minutes of expert fingering, I exploded (!) in one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. Not only do I not cum in hook up situations, if I do, I do it only while I am submersed in fantasyland. I stayed focused on Ahmad throughout the entire experience and I realized, for the first time, how good sex can really be. Raw, powerful, and real.
This week I have had amazing sex with both Paul and Ahmad. Paul’s was very emotional because of where we’re at in our relationship. Ahmad’s was sexy and hot and unlike anything I have ever experienced. Can you see why I feel as though I am a kid in a candy store? But can you also see why I am nervous to be that kid? How much longer are both of these guys going to give me their all while I sit back and only give half of myself to each one? In a selfish way, I’m glad. It’s about time that I thought only about myself. It’s about time that I have a little fun. It’s about time that I get to know what it’s like to be a healthy, sexually active male. At 25, I’ve yet to get to know this side of my personality. And as I have said over and over in the last paragraph…it’s time.
It’s funny. I haven’t masturbated in a couple of weeks. There has been so much touching and kissing and jerking in my life that when I am by myself, I have no desire to play around with my ding dong. Fucking ding dong. What I meant to say was…playing around with my Venus De Milo.
Remember when I was all depressed and suicidal a month or so ago? What a fucking crybaby I was! I wish I could go back and slap myself in my crybaby face! I so deserved some slaps.
sike. That was a test. If you agreed with slapping my crybaby face, then now I know that you don’t really believe in depression as an actual disease. Thanks a lot you.
Thanks a very lot.
I’m going to go pull my dick in the bathroom for a bit. Lord knows I haven’t had nearly enough action in the last 72 hours.
PEAYCE.
