Cut the Shit

Big Black Dudes and Pizza

Let’s see…

What to write, what to write.

Ever have those days when you’re like “I know I’m hot, but I have no idea what to write about?” That’s the kind of day I’m having today. You know…cuz I’m hot. Yeah.

My brain is made of soggy bread this morning. And I HATE soggy bread. For example, I was eating a cheeseburger the other day and when I got to the last bite, it was full blown mush bread. I gagged immediately and scowled at the burger. I mean, how fucking annoying when it’s the last bite and all. But I digress…

Tyler had to go for his second round of shots at the vet today. I have so much going on at work that I was unable to go with him. Paul was so excited when he woke up and got the dog ready. He was like “Hi Joe! Good morning! How ARE you?” I gave him the dirtiest look and said “Could you please?” I could tell he was a little hurt, cuz when I got out of the shower, both Paul and Tyler had already left. Too bad, cuz my mood was much better after showering. But I digress…

I love digressing.

Man, I’m so fucking horny today. I don’t know why considering that I jerked off twice last night. I guess it’s just one of those weeks. I could rub up against a hot pot and probably blow my load all over it. But I digress…

Don’t worry; I’m done digressing for now.

So I have a new internet crush. Isn’t it always fun when you get those? Mine usually last for a whole 3 days, but since it just started this morning, I’m looking forward to three days of obsessive bliss. I found him through my sitemeter and realized that he had me linked on his website. His name is Neal and he’s in law school. And in accordance with my last post, he’s a hot guy with glasses. Man, I just love me some glasses. I was scanning through his journal a little while ago and not only is he pretty adorable, he comes across like a fun, spontaneous and intelligent guy. Consider me crushed. For three days.

Last night I watched some of the new Real World on MTV. That shit is such crap. However, I will watch every episode, just like I have for the past 812 seasons. Its addictive nonsense and I figure…what else do I have to do with my time? Find an acting gig? Never!

Other than being super fucking horny, I’m also starving. I wish I could combine the two. Then I could suck a dick and then eat it. Cuz I do enjoy the occasional hot dog. Only with mustard tho. None of that ketchup weirdness.

Man, I’m an odd guy today. I told you my brain was Mush City, USA. But I digress…

So I’ve been in this interesting predicament over the last couple of weeks. I’ve been dating this guy, named Anthony, that’s super big, super hot, and super black. I met him through a dating service (which I’ve since cancelled – it was all on a whim anyway) and we’ve had dinner and drinks together. He lives in Jersey and works for some sort of boxing/shipping type company thing. I don’t know. It bores me to yawnsville when he talks about it. But anyway…he’s a big boy and I’ve found myself casually touching his arms and neck and cock and balls. Cept not so much the cock and balls.

The thing is, he’s fucking built and I love that, but he’s also a dud and I want to say borderline mentally disabled. No, I’m serious. There are moments when we talk when I feel like he’s…um…how do you say…slow? I’m all about befriending the slow, but I don’t think I can date someone like that. My brain (when it’s not mushy) moves so fast to begin with. Fast and slow don’t go well together. In fact, I’d go so far as to say they’re opposites. Man, I’m smart today.

In any case, I’ve never dated someone where I found their body to be hot, but their personality to be not. I think I’m actually going to have to call things off with this dude, just cuz he’s not at all interesting and not really…um…a braniac? I always thought I WANTED a big, dumb, muscle jock. But I guess not. Maybe I’ll just cum on his chest and THEN break up with him. I haven’t decided yet.

What to eat for lunch…Lord knows I’m going to get pizza when I should fully be eating a salad or a mound of granola. But pizza and I have been friends for a very long time and I would feel terrible if I hurt his feelings by not eating him.

Then it’s settled.

I dump the big, strong, dummy black dude and I get pizza for lunch instead.

Phew. If I hadn’t written in this journal today, I might never have come to these conclusions.

Now…time to dry out my brain and focus on something important.

Jerking off!