I am extremely depressed right now. I can't seem to pull myself out of this funk I'm in, but I can't make my feelings change for the life of me. It's all bleak ashes and sorrow for me...just, wallowing in darkness. I've cried myself to sleep countless times now, and I can't see the point of going on. Death seems like such an inviting reprieve to the droll monotony of my existence, and I'm tempted to take his hand and follow him into oblivion if only to escape this never-ending pain that I feel within me, this rending, aching sadness within my heart....There is no love. No happiness. No joy. Only the black abyss of day-to-day drudgery. The sunshine falling on my skin brings no warmth to my soul, nor a smile to my face, and it all seems like a pointless race to the grave.







Now, if you believed ANY of the shit that I just spat out, you need to be smacked for not really know me for who I really am.

For those of you who took it seriously, find someone to smack you. Okay? Good. Now let me tell you something. Life is for loving, living, experiencing everything that can bring a smile to your face, and warmth into your heart. The silken touch of your lovers hand. Oreos and milk. A puppy and a kitten trying to wiggle into the same slipper. An unexpected gift. A hug. For the love of all that is good, life isn't meant for moping! It isn't meant for regrets! When you jump in, you go both feet first! You give it everything you've got, and if it ain't enough, you laugh and say "Fuck! I tried, but this shit isn't working! Time for something new!" and then you go off on your next adventure! I'm tired of seeing diary entries from people who have had their heart broken and the page is filled with lines like the ones I wrote above, or the classic "My heart is broken. Love is a sham" or some such nonsense. Yes it hurt, but quit being such pansies! Time heals all wounds as the old saying goes. In four years, you won't remember the persons face, much less how they hurt you. Yes, experience makes us cautious of trying new things, and no we don't like being hurt, but guess what? It will happen. It always does! But walling yourself off from everyone and crying like an emo while cutting yourself and saying that life is misery is just a bad ploy for people to feel pity. you think I'm worng? Then why do people put it up in their diaries? The answer? Attention. They want people for them. Of course, people have the rebuttal "They just need to get it out. It's not that they WANT people to read it."


Bullshit! If they didn't want, or expect, nay DEMAND others to read it, they would have written it down on a scrap of paper in a journal in real life. Also, using the excuse "they just wanted their friends to know, that's all" excuse is naught but lies. Honestly, how hard is it to type the message, copy it, then spam the two or three people who actually give a DAMN about your relationship problems? It's not difficult people. It's just annoying to get on here and see that the little box in the corner titled "New Diaries" now has fifty new entries, and most of them is filled with whiny, depressing, pissant crap! I don't have a problem with fifty diary entries. Hell, I'll read them all if they are funny or worthwhile. But when someone is just bitching about a boy because he has a slutty girlfriend, or the boy can't get the girl, or the boy can't get the boy, or the girl can't get the dog, WHATEVER! NO ONE GIVES A DAMN! AT ALL! EVER!

Anyway, that's my rant for the morning. Time for work, with a sunshiny smile upon my face and a song in my heart! Toodle-ooh!

*KISSES*

Well, here it is. I am NOT pro-life. Never have been, most likely never will be. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but there it is. I think a woman has a choice. Of course, I believe this should be for solid reasons (not six months of pregnancy followed by the proclamation "HEY! I decided I'd rather just have a puppy instead!"), but I believe that women should have the right to choose. None of this bullshit about killing our future. No religious propaganda about how God will hate you. No pictures of dead babies being tossed into dumpsters and the like. All of that? It's words spoken by a fanatical group of people, all with relatively closed minds. Mind you, I'm not heartless (Note above my comment about the puppy?), but I'm more scientifically minded than I am a humanitarian. Stem cells. Useful, are they not? For the cost of one life (Hell, a thousand and I honestly wouldn't flinch) the dead can aid research that can save multitudes more from debilitating problems, and for many generations to come. Useful little cells, are they not? Of course, this is coming from me. I am the kind of person who will laugh a car crash. I yawn when I watch Ethiopian "Help these poor children" commercials. I play videogames like Fallout 3, Oblivion, and Fable, and purposefully follow the paths of evil. I am, deep in my heart, a bit of a twisted individual. This is not a proclamation in order to make people say "Oooh, he's a twisted individual", nor is it a supplication to the masses for attention. I commonly make my jibes at humanity at my own convenience and in private, so it has nothing to do with being noticed. No, it is a simple self-diagnosis. This personal realization, coupled with many reasons (One being scientific research to assist mankind, and another being the fact that I strongly dislike children bordering on loathing) has led me to be a person who, in essence, is pro-choice.

But, to both sides of this argument?

You both need to shut the hell up. Put down your picket signs, quiet those chants, and just go home.

Other than that, help stem cell research. I'd much rather have watched Superman walk again rather than listen to some insufferable brat screaming to his mother that he wants a toy and she's mean because she won't spend her money on this selfish want of his instead of food.

I work at Wal-Mart. I hear it a lot, so I suppose wishing that the kid had been used for scientific research instead of being born is a biased opinion. So be it. It's my opinion, not yours.

In all likelihood it is certainly plausible that within this space of time we could readily clarify without undue finality that, should we deem it necessary to inquire of this particular task, we can ascertain without any unlikely differentiation from the truth that, perhaps, given the prospects of infinite realities and the infinite number of possibilities available in those infinite realities (thusly making the equation to be infinity times infinity squared), it is entirely within the realm of conjecture as to what the true answer is to your question, and that answer is an undoubted, unshakable, resounding....maybe.

Okay, recently I've been seeing a lot of those 'Yours+Mine' K-Y Brand Lubricant commercials. You know, the one with the blue and purple bottles? Says there is some amazing reaction when you put the two together...Well, you know what? I went and bought some.



Ho-ly. Shit. That was the most INTENSE love-making I have ever had. Brittany, my girlfriend, told me that the 'Mine' (for women) had a warming sensation that heightened her sensitivity. In other words when I was inside of her and I so much as twitched she would gasp with pleasure...I can't begin to describe how much she enjoyed it. Let's just say that when she went cowgirl on me I had to ask her to slow down or she would hurt me! And for the guys? Wow...Have you ever been chewing gum like Winterfresh and gone outside when it's snowing? That extremely cold sensation your mouth gets when the below-freezing air enters your throat? Similar sensation on the manhood. Except, not painful. I guess it could also be comparable to a person licking you somewhere, and then blowing cool air on that spot...except it's on your erogenous zone...And you don't need people to blow on you for it to feel good.

And let me just say that sensation of pushing inside of her, into the warmth if you will, and then withdrawing, into the cold? Heaven. Bliss. Beyond Satisfaction. We made love for nearly two hours...and not the kiss cuddle nuzzle stuff either! I am speaking of bestial, animalistic fucking! This was carnal pleasure unleashed, and my roommates made sure to comment that my bed squeaks...And the best part? We have a LOT leftover.



My recommendation to you all (at least the ones with a person to pull into bed with you), is to go grab some of this stuff. It's, like, fifteen bucks. You won't be sorry.

Voltaire: God Thinks



God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm equipment
God thinks the Jews killed his
son and must be punished
God thinks the white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks

God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism

And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you're a waste of flesh
God prefers an Atheist

God thinks all people like you are evil
God thinks all people like you are an
embarrassment to creation
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection

God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks there was something
very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong
God thinks women deserve it
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment

I hate people who blame the Devil for
their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right

And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you're an idiot
God prefers a heretic

God God
God thinks all people like you are evil
God thinks all people like you are an
embarrassment to creation
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own agenda

God is a liberal
God is a democrat
God wants you to vote republican
never trust a man who puts his
words in the mouth of god
and says that it's absolute truth
its lies and it smells like death
its all in a day's work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money
if he wanted to start a holy war?

self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection

God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown
'cause God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is Everything







Find the song on youtube. Listen to it. Tell me, which of those religions is 'correct' in their assumption that they are the right religion? If you listened to them all at once, you'd know God has no opinion. From this, you would see he is double-dealing, being a player, or just incapable of making up his mind. So who is right? None of them. Because without us, without mankind, there is no God. And because we, mankind, invented god, we are, in essence, Gods. So, what we think is what God thinks, so we are all right...

And Voltaire is right. Anyone who holds strictly to these faiths, or any faith that casts a stone, is judgmental, or is self-righteous and feels like they are above others who disagree with their religion is both a waste of flesh and an idiot.

Open your eyes, and open you minds people. Religion isn't the all powerful dictator of you life. You are. Hiding behind the name of your, or your parents, imaginary friend won't give you eternal salvation. It will just make people realize who foolish you really are for not using cognitive thought and objective reasoning like normal people do.

Okay, since I'm sure you will here from him at one point or another, I'd like to make this clear. I'm pissed at [Mr. oogie boogie]. Why? Because he's a prick. A fucking tool as well. My hatred and contempt for him is not unfounded either. The story goes back to when he chased a friend of mine off of this site along with some others. I didn't know them, only Jack. Well, I was angry that he assisted in chasing away one of my friends, and so I snapped at him and ended our relation. Well, for a time, this is how it was. Then I relented and decided to try to make amends with him. I tried to be an adult, make reparations, bury the hatchet and all that jazz. He apologized for how he acted, and I accepted. I apologized for how I acted and...he blew it off. Every time I tried to get close and be friends again, it was the same, repetitive "I don't feel like I can trust you the same as I did before." Well, that's understandable, but therein lies the problem. He never tried. I constantly tried talking to him, and every conversation died with him giving me a guilt trip. I went out on a limb, over and over again, trying and trying to make this work. Finally, I had enough. He asks for my myspace and never messages me. Our last 'chat' was two weeks ago, the one where he asked for my myspace. I'm a sentimental person, and I admit I've cried over this a few times out of frustration. Now I am pissed. On a royal scale, pissed. I try, and try, and try, and get hurt repeatedly. Well, the gloves came off. Ended the relation. Bit his sorry little head off. And what does he do? He blew it off again. His comment? "I'm only nice to people who deserve it". As if I've been nothing but an ass for the past few months since I've been trying to rebuild the friendship, without his help! Thanks, ya bastard...Anyway, I'm spreading this around so that I don't get people messaging me and saying "How could you say such mean things to sweet little Jack", when only half of the story is told.

The little bastard has also taken the cowards way out, the kind where testicles are not necessary, and blocked me.



Also, I'm taking this a step further. Let us gather. We Do Not Forgive. We Do Not Forget. We are Anonymous. We are Legion. Vengeance Shall Be Ours.

Ten Signs You Are An Unquestioning Christian

10. You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of your god.

9. You feel insulted and 'dehumanized' when scientists say that people evolved from lesser life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt.

8. You laugh at polytheists, but have no problem believing in a Trinity god.

7. Your face turns purple when you hear of the 'atrocities' attributed to Allah, but you don't even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered all of the babies of Egypt in 'Exodus' and ordered the elimination of entire ethnic groups in 'Joshua' -- including women, children, and animals.

6. You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about Gods sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who got killed, came to life and then ascended into the sky.

5. You are willing to spend you life looking for little loopholes in the scientifically establish age of the earth (4.55 billion years), but you find nothing wrong with believing the dates recorded by prehistoric tribesmen sitting in their tents and guessing that the earth is a couple of generations old.

4. You believe that the entire population of this planet, with the exception of those who share your beliefs -- though excluding those of rival sects -- will spend eternity in an infinite hell of suffering. Yet, you consider your religion the most 'tolerant' and 'loving'.

3. While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to convince you otherwise, some idiot rolling around on the floor 'speaking in tongues' may be all the evidence you need.

2. You define 0.01% as a 'high success rate' when it comes to answered prayers. You consider that to be evidence that prayer works, and you think that the remaining 99.99% of failure was simply the will of God.

1. You actually know a lot less than many Atheists and Agnostics do about the Bible, Christianity, and church history -- But still call yourself a 'Christian'.



Hope everyone has learned something today.

www.urbandictionary.com

Look up ICP (Insane Clown Posse)

The results are amusing

(Note, this poster was being sarcastic, if you cannot tell...and if you cannot, then I assume you are daft)



An incredibly talented musical group with the utmost amazing instrument playing abilities known to mankind. ICP, otherwise known as Insane Clown Posse, are the peak of this modern day civilization as we know it. ICP is known for dressing up as sadistic, mentally unstable clowns who enjoy vibrating their vocal chords about the following ideas, beliefs, and opinions, but are NOT limited to: head lice in one's arm pits, cutting bigots spinal cords in half (who doesn't want to do THAT now?), general distaste and negative angst toward the police department in general, the boogie man, and many many more very interesting and thought provoking topics.
Upon the first time hearing ICP I was immediately impressed by their captivating use of the English language. Explaining to me how AND why they planned on killing a police officer kept me entertained for hours. If you really do take a look deep down into ICP's lyrics you will find just more and more intelligent ideas that would greatly improve the world today.

Albert: Hey Fred, Have you ever heard of the band, "ICP?".

Fred: Oh, insane clown posse? Yeah, I heard they were a bunch of wankers quite frankly...

Albert: You heard wrong friend! These people are the cream of the crop! They are the height of intellectuality this world has ever and will ever see! They're a godsend!

Fred: Thanks for clearing my mind and saving me from damnation Albert! I'll be off now to listen to this excellent band and draw pictures of a man running with an axe on all my binders!

Albert: Splendid!




In a nutshell? ICP blows. Their music is poorly conceived and has no worthwhile content, and screams of false-bravado that caters to easily manipulated and influenced children who look up to anyone who challenges someone or something with authority in order to appear different/weird/violent/cool. Thus far, the only people I have seen that listen to this bilge are silly children (and sadly, adults) who run around, claiming to be, quote unquote, "Juggalos". In the female sense, "Juggalettes". In my opinion? Dunderpates without a clue. From what I have seen, they wear semi-expensive hooded sweatshirts and baggy pants with chains (tripp pants, I believe, though this may be from another group). They deplore society and anything good within it, praise alcohol and drug abuse, not to mention promote anarchy (which they do not understand the concept of) and the eradication authority figures because they are so short-sighted and weak-minded that they cannot conceived of WHY we have things such as the police force, the government, and the like.


Of course, what could be expected from drugged-out, skunk-drunk, raving lunatics who worship a crappy band whose symbol is various evil-looking clowns and a man with a hatchet? The answer is: not much. Also, if I have offended any would-be or devout 'Juggalos/Juggalettes' out there, let this be a not-so-subtle hint that you should seek lifestyle changes. Fast. The music which you listen to is not music, but is in fact backwash of a deranged persons faculties, and should be deposited, neatly, in a garbage disposal before being ground violently into shredded bits of scrap. Hate-filled clowns who hate the government? Please...I have seen better forms of communication, not to mention musical talent, from a deaf six year old.

And when the fallen rejoice amongst the dying, the purging of the land shall consume it's people

But as the darkness devours the light and the cries of anguish of the tormented men grow quiet in the shadow, light shall linger, but soon will be snuffed in the destruction of the universe

And, as is with all things, life will burn low and soon become snuffed, like the flame of a candle, and silence will ring throughout eternity as mankind holds it's breath one final time before the call of judgment burns away the unworthy

Thus it shall be, as is the creed of heaven, as the rapturous angels and the holy light of heaven descends upon man in his final hour of need

And with glowing swords, burning with the purity of that which is Holy, the Angels shall come down upon man and slaughter those of wicked nature, those without faith, and those with no master, for that is the creed of Heaven

And as the Angels destroy the likes of man, the world shall be consumed in fire and flame and all things living with be destroyed, and the Angels shall sing and rejoice at the removal of the blaspheme that is mankind.

And when the parched earth, cracked and bare, scorched and blackened, weeps the blood of it's dying children, the world will wash away the unclean filth of life before it dies away into nothingness

And when the parched earth, cracked and bare, scorched and blackened, weeps the blood of it's dying children, the world will wash away the unclean filth of life before it dies away into nothingness

And while those still living look to their hands, broken and befouled by death, and cling to those they longed for in life but lost in death, the second Call of Silence shall echo throughout the void

With their agonized cries drifting upwards, quaking in fear and terror in their light-less world, a new age of reckoning will dawn

And the earth shall be born anew, casting aside the mistake that is mankind, and creating from within it's bottomless hatred a slew of new creature, borne of darkness and shadows and death


And so, those with children will cry in fear and terror as clawed hands snatch from the darkness and claim their newborns

Fathers will scream in anger and frustration as the lives of those he calls his kin, his family, are stolen by the shadows

And in the Valley of the Lost, the ravaged stragglers of mankind will seek refuge in their final sanctuary, calling upon their God, beseeching him for forgiveness and Salvation, prayers which will fall upon deaf ears.

One by one, the darkness will surround mankind and it's pitiful descendants, engulfing each person one by one until not but one will remain

One by one, man will fall, and one by one, mankind will know the torment of that which he has caused for centuries to the earth and the heavens alike

One by one, man will suffer for his ignorance, for his greed, and for his lustful ways. One by one, man will be destroyed for the corruption he brought onto himself.


And as those with darkness in their hearts rejoice, the damned shall swallow the earth and a fiery torrent of horror shall envelop the world

And when the damned stream forth from the gaping chasm that is the Abyss, terror shall reign and mankind will be swept aside in the flood of death and violence and carnage

The fallen shall scream and beg for mercy, but the damned, with burning eyes like fiery coals, will feel no pity as they drive their blackened spears into the hearts of the dying

Those without hope for salvation will fall upon bloody knees to the earth below them and cry to the heaven, as tears of blood stain their cheeks.

From the darkness surrounding the damned, following them like the shadow of Hades, winged serpents shall emerge

Mankind will shriek in unending terror as the great serpents descend upon them from the skies, dragging the helpless upwards, only to drop them, the people plummeting to their deaths hundreds of feet below

Or the serpents will take the humans into the clouds where they will fight and feud amongst themselves, tearing and rending the humans body until it rains crimson on the earth far below

From the Abyssal gates from whence the great wyrms had emerged shall spew forth thousands more until horrors

Great, wolf-like creatures with eyes red as blood. Snake like demons with breath of poison and spit of acid. Birds the size of man with shrieks that epitomize sin.

And many, many more, all seeking to feast upon the still-warm flesh of mankind, hoping to devour his beating heart out of his writhing chest

The woman shall be violated by the demons and monsters of the shadows, their babes and children rent from their arms and torn apart before their eyes before being spat back at them with howls of laughter.

Fathers and sons, standing side by side, will stare in horror as their family is butchered around them, siblings, friends, and kin alike falling before the bloody teeth and claws of the ghouls that haunt them

Men will see the heads of their sons ripped from their shoulders to have their eyes sucked out, mothers will scream in agony as clawed hands rip the unborn child from their belly

And forever, darkness will surround the fallen and the damned, eternally punishing them for the blaspheme that they committed in the lives they led.

We were discussing evil people who aren't insane, how they are rare, and that if we allow them to join a cult, and we don't like them, we could always eat them...


Letter number: 6894784
From: [Nekko Fox] (Discussing how to properly prepare human flesh...)
To: [Lord Arthin]
Sent mail 2008-09-17 02:29:23
Comment to: 6892580
Comment in 6894869




I think lemon sauce would be ideal for people

This is the little exchange between me and apparently a dim-witted fool. If you look closely, you can the transition when I stop speaking as an indivdual and start conversing in the third-person, liek a scientist watching ameoba. Her responses were lovely, not to mention hysterical.

I haven't seen my beloved for nigh a week. I got her presents: A necklace, lots of flowers, plus a doggy collar with a tag and a vibrator (^_^)

Well, this is, in essence, what happened when we went to my house to 'watch a movie'. First, I made her shut her eyes, then I casually snapped a leash onto the loop in her collar. She looked up at me in surprise as I pulled the leash, gently tugging and nudging her out of the car (of course, gently!). I lead her inside, and up the stairs, every now and again stating "come on Puppy...that's a good girl." Well, we got to my room and I told her that, since she had disobeyed me earlier (I told her to play with herself til I got there, and she didn't), she needed a spanking. So, I pulled her pants down, bent her over my bed, and swatted her bottom a few times gently while asking "What did you do wrong?" and "Are you going to behave now?". Disciplinary action is fun. when she asked if she was forgiven, I had her undo my pants and suck on me. I told her only to use her mouth at first, then her mouth and her hand, then she surprised me by adding her other hand to play with my boy bits on TOP of sucking me and stroking my shaft. Then she played with my bottom with her finger! Oh Gods! I came. A lot. And she kept most in her mouth (I asked her too) and we proceeded to make out for about ten minutes to enjoy my flavor. Mmm, salty! Well, after that I took off her shirt and sucked on her nipples, then, while using the leash as a guide (it remained on). Well, I was on my back, and her knees were on either side of my head, and I proceeded to lick her. Then I licked her, and fingered her bottom just like she did to me...yeah, she came fast, and she actually squirt girl juice! YAY! I caught it on my tongue (it was just a little) and savored her spicy flavor. Yum, girl! Anyway, to continue, I decided to pull out her new toy, a black velvet, bullet shaped vibrated, approximately 6 and a half inches long. I turned it on low, started teasing her with it, then pushed it all the way in. And set the thing on Max! but, just as soon as I started, I stopped, stood up, and pulled my clothes on. She pouted and asked why I stopped...I reminded her that we were going out to eat. Perkins! We had salads there! Well, we got back home, and it was MY turn on the leash....Mmmm, that's fun. Now, I'm less submissive than her. I struggle and pull at my leash...well, because I wouldn't obey, I got spanking too....and she then proceeded to use the new vibrator on ME! Oh GODS! She pushed in, all the way, and set it to maximum too! I couldn't stop shaking and moaning for, like, five minutes after I begged her to pull it out....it was sooooo good. Anyway, she washed it off (of course!) and had me lie on my back. When she came back, she was naked. Completely and utterly. Now, I've seen her naked (often) and I stand my opinion that she is the most gorgeous woman ever, and it is my privilege to be in a relationship with her. Anyway, she crawled on top of me, slipped a condom on me(Trojan, with spermicide, thank you), and slid down my shaft. She rode me while still holding the leash, and every time I got excited and started thrusting upwards into her, she would tug the leash and say "No! I didn't say you could." Well, she began pounding me HARD, and just when I thought she was going to cum she slipepd off of me and puled my leash so that I was forced to lean upwards, smiling and saying "I want you to make me cum in a different position". Well, she got on her back, and missionary position began. Now, I decided to have fun. I would thrust slow and even, as she asked, but I would occasionally start thrusting faster (against the wishes of my 'mistress') and she would give my leash a good yank....Oooooh, I loved it. I think I like it rough! Well, anyway, eventually, I would settle down after she would use her legs and push me away (and out of her cunny) and say "If you don't stop, your not getting any! Bad!"...So, I would be a good fox, until (and I succeeded in doing this twice) I'd sink my teeth into her neck and cling to her and start thrusting hard. It took her a while to push me away, but it was soooooo much fun. Well, this is the conversation that transpired..."I want you to fuck me slowly until I cum, and don't stop"...followed by "I'm cumming!!!"..I informed her that I wouldn't stop after she came, and she practically yelled "You'll stop when I tell you to stop!"...Well, after about ten seconds after her INTENSE orgasm of thrusting she screamed stop...Switch position to DOGGY STYLE! Oh god, we kept going...and going...and going. After a while, we changed to where I was sitting and she was in my lap and had her legs wrapped around me. We went longer at this, but when I came close to climax, I pushed her onto her back and went back to missionary. I came so hard it hurt....hurt so good that is. By this time, we are both panting, out of breath, sweaty, covered in cum, and intensely satisfied...and then she asks if I would be so kind as to make love to her again, but this time with the vibrator in her bottom....When it was on low and in her tailhole, with my cock in her pussy, it was amazing! it made her soooooo tight, and the vibrations made me shiver like an epileptic at a Sandstorm rave. Well, sadly, because of her squeezing and twitching, the damn thing slipped out, and we left it out. So I made love til she climaxed again...Then, after she had recuperated, she offered to take my cock into her bottom instead and slide the vibrator into her flower. Still good, but she said it felt 'like too much was going on' and preferred it in her bottom. I understood. Well, I didn't cum in her bottom (she got too sore) so I gave her a hug and told her how I could make her feel better. She laid on her tummy and and slid my cock between her legs and up into her cunny while she had her legs close...it was absolutely fantastic! I started slow, went to hard, shifted back to gentle, then we both went all out. Again, she came, but while I was still thrusting into her. If you've never experienced the contracting walls of a tight, young womans cunny around your most sensitive body part, then you are not yet alive. It also was amazing that she screamed "Fuck me hard! I want us to cum together!"... Well, moments later, I came as well. I didn't have a condom this time, so I pulled out...I came came on her back...a lot...No, she didn't mind. We do that often. After a long time we cleaned ourselves up and cuddled before I took her home for the evening, bidding her good night and giving her a kiss. I could still taste boy and girl cum on my lips...Elapsed time to have "I haven't seen you in a week and I'm horny as hell" sex? Approximately three and a half hours. Plus, we found new kinky things to do...that and neither of us is going to want to do much walking tomorrow...





End of the weeks categorization: Epic.

Okay, here's the update for Nekko. I wanna move out, into an apartment, and fast. Can't stand it here.

Next, probably going to do spring classes instead of fall for college.

Third, got my left ear pierced AGAIN. This one, regrettably, was too far up and to the right and ended up biting THROUGH CARTILAGE! *Shudder* I could feel the metal scraping through....ugh.

Fourth, I gauged my ear. Went from the size twenty (standard earring pin size) and jumped directly to a size 10...there was blood dripping off of my chin when I got my new earring in (a nice, swirly thing I got from Hot Topic).

Fifth, I'm close to finishing chapter 6 of The Runt. There is goin gto be trouble for Tod. BIG Trouble.

Sixth, I have the internet back again after a whole MONTH without it. I'm going through withdrawals.








anyway, that's the facts on Nekko.

Well, I said my piece, so now I am going to go plunder the world of it's natural resources and hoard them in my cupboard so as to better facilitate the rise of the coming rebellion, subsequent coup de tat, and my masterful rise to Dominant Overlord and Dictator of the World.

Okay, I was curious because I wanted to know how to make my cum taste yummy for my sweety (pardon the pun). Anyway, I found this on a little website called www.penisownershandbook.com . So, I copied the information, and I'm posting this in my diary in order to help A.) Myself , B.) All you guys who want to give your lover a pleasant surprise, and C.) All you girls who are starting to get irritated by nasty boy milk (Have your boyfriend read this). So, here it is.

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virginity Bank


It's odd, because I held a similar service for people, but I collected souls. I had them sign and print their name, date it was given to them, date it was handed over to me, condition of the soul, and amount of souls (Commonly '1')

Essentially it was based around this belief:

You have a soul, and every time you commit an act of sin, blaspheme, or depravity, then your soul becomes tarnished. To a certain extent, your soul can take punishment and still be accepted into the astral lines to be re-used for future generations. But, if the damage becomes too great, your soul too damaged and tarnished, then it must either 1.) be cleansed through ritual purification on your own part to restore what has been lost, or 2.) Eliminated completely. What I did was, I offer people to give me their soul. They give their soul to me, and it is no longer theirs to use. Thusly, they may freely commit acts of sin and vice without worry of long-term consequences because they have no soul, whatsoever, to damage!

Over time, they may request it back, or, if the soul document itself becomes too damaged or if the person dies, we ritually burn the container for the soul so that it may be cleansed through flame (flame is the ultimate purifier, though it does not remove many of your sins...Essentially a band-aid for a boo-boo), and so the soul may return to it's host body. The body, of course, cannot house more than one soul (the mind fragments) so it's not a great worry. Nor can it float freely about lest it be returned to the astral lines, at which point the person would cease to live. And so, if the owner of the soul passes on, the soul simply returns to it's place of origin (Caelum Puritus) and starts anew...


How odd that I should happen upon this wiki after collecting anotehr soul from one more person (personal numebr is 16)

FUCK!

YES!

Anger Management




When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on
someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to
make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."

I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"

Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**in number!"
and the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down
Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally
transposed the last two digits.

After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and
hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and
put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day,

I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!"

It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole calling"
would have to stop.

So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from Verizon. I'm
calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"

He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some
guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently
waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot,
but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window
which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his
number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too I
said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes, it is", he said.

"Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.

"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the
car's parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed
dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. Then I came up with
an idea. I called Asshole #1.

"Hello."

"You're an asshole!" ( But I didn't hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my
black Beamer parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying
your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.

Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said.

"Hello, asshole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."


Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34
Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay
lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in
Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in
time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of
six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.

NOW I feel much better

Anyone up for Portal?

Sing along while you watch the movie!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B68qYtFzmgY&feature=related

STILL ALIVE by Aperture Science

This was a triumph
I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCESS
It's hard to overstate
My satisfaction
Aperture Science
We do what we must
Because we can
For the good of all of us
Except the ones who are dead
But there's no sense crying
Over every mistake
You just keep on trying
Till you run out of cake
And the Science gets done
And you make a neat gun
For the people who are
Still alive

I'm not even angry
I'm being so sincere right now
Even though you broke my heart
And killed me
And tore me to pieces
And threw every piece into a fire
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data
Make a beautiful line
And we're out of beta
We're releasing on time
So I'm glad I got burned
Think of all the things we learned
For the people who are
Still alive

Go 'head and leave me
I think I prefer to stay inside
Maybe you'll find someone else
To help you
Maybe Black Mesa...
THAT WAS A JOKE, HA HA, FAT CHANCE
Anyway this cake is great
It's so delicious and moist
Look at me still talking when there's science to do
When I look out there
It makes me glad I'm not you
I've experiments to run
There is research to be done
On the people who are
Still alive

And believe me I am still alive
I'm doing science and I'm still alive
I feel fantastic and I'm still alive
While your dying I'll be still alive
And when your dead I will be still alive
Still alive
Still alive