Restless Night

Pop came home very late, maybe about two. Then, when I awoke at about four for a bathroom run and let Sammy out, I see that Pop is still up, watching TV in the big room. I don't know if it is related, but I cannot fall back asleep myself and have finally given up trying.

June 12, 2003, Thursday, 1309

After doing a whirlwind of work around the house yesterday, Simple Tree now takes on a plumbing problem with the kitchen sink today. Obviously, reports of his debilitation were premature. The problem is that we are mechanically helpless, which is just one part of our general lack of sophistication and our haplessness. Yet, Tree does occasionally pull a little something off, and he seems a gamer now. Monk, on the other hands, feels resentment for the 'intrusion' into his day, since he cannot wash his dishes and proceed to act as he otherwise would do.

Neverthemore, it's a nice and calm day. It was 77dgF. just short of the seventh hour. Taking advantage of the heavily overcast morning, Monk followed Duke's example and mowed his front yard. Even now, there are only occasional peeps of sunlight. As one was saying, aside from the pointless little irritations, these are still good days. And Monk drinks them in.

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After some cursing and struggling, Simple Tree fairly succeeds at restoring the faucet. It's actually still rough in closing, but we will be positive and call it an unqualified success, at least for now.

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When Monk went to check this posting and his blurty, he discovered that his friends' page is now empty, containing only an explanation to readers why there are no entries there. Kenties has gone two weeks without posting. Monk is now more determined to join Book Addicts as well as posssibly other communities. He hates having a blank friends' page.

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Monk has added a couple of communities. 'True Cuties' features young babes posting pictures of themselves for others to rate. 'Debate Forum' actually has an intimidating level of political and philosophical discussion, rather over Monk's head. He has posted a few comments in the latter. He hopes this works for him. It would make Blurty much nicer for him, especially if he can work up the nerve to get full membership and post.

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Monk notices that Becky took Monk off her friends' list. She has worked on her Blurty a bit. Good for her!

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January 22, 2012

So, I did leave a note about the trauma of having a blank 'freinds' page and being prompted to join community life. It is not as artful as I would have liked, but I at least left something to prompt the memory. Of course, I will probably never make an artful job of it. In the end, all I will leave behind are these little, dull notes.

I remember Becky. She was from that time that I would check the new journals, and when I saw a username like hers, which was Broken Becky, I would zealously check it out and comment and maybe friend her, swooping in like a vulture. She liked my rape fantasies, but I ended up dropping her. Aside from being fat, she has an even more icky fetish. She likes blood-play. She scared me.

to the kitchen at two

Pop just comes to the kitchen at two, kicking up the TV volume. Just as I'm ready to slide into my nap. Tell me it isn't deliberate! Perhaps in disgruntlement over being kept out of the big room. So loud, there can be no thought about trying to force a nap.

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By resorting to the couch, I was able to steal a little nap. A needful theft at that.

May 21, 2003, Wednesday, 1439

January 22, 2012

We are going to do this old Blurty entry differently. While I was working on the last nostalgic entry this morning, it occurred to me that I seemed to miss the big ultra-personal conversation on masturbation with Crysling, and which triggered the drama with Gnome that ended in our estrangement. Looking back a few weeks, I can see how I overlooked it. The big discussion was unrelatedly attached to one of my book-report entries, and so, when I was looking to save time and skip some less dear entries, I probably just quickly skipped over it, without even taking note of the seven comments that were attached. The book was on Andrew Jackson, and I see no need to copy and paste it now, so we will go straight to the discussion.

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Crysling

Hey--- I was thinking about this.. cause I was humping some pillows at Christine's-- like all her pillows=defiled. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

But---- during this humping.... I was thinking-- this is easy for a girl... but a guy?

Does your cushion have a hole?? Christine and me wonder that-- and we ask questions.. so yeaaahh.. and besides this-- like...

we heard some guy talk about a hollow cucumber and some.. wet stuff........ how does that work?!!?!?!!

Thank you. Bye bye!


Ohh yeahh.. about that cucumber.. we were like-- does he have to hollow it and think sexy thoughts... or does he save it.. and if he does.... what happens if someone finds it?!! LIke if someone's making a salad and sees a hollow cucumber!! I mean---- I know I would be like "What the fuck??" But would a guy understand.... I meaann.. would a guy be like "Heeeeyyy!! Cucumber trick!! I see!!!" or another like "I do that toO!!"

I must know!

Thank you!

Byeee!


Christine thinks it must be a big cucumber too-- I don't think so..... *snickers* bye bye!


Monk

You had to pick my Andrew Jackson entry to raise this . . . delicate matter?

On the art of humping pillows, the key is that the man only needs to stimulate the underside of his cock. Moreover, Monk is not sitting up while masturbating. One is deeper into the fantasy. It is as though one is on top of the woman. So, one is lying down on the mattress face down, as though there were a woman beneath taking one's passion. The cushion or pillow merely serves as an elevation upon which to thrust and grind one's cock. Upon approaching climax, Monk grabs the roll of toilet paper that he keeps conveniently near, and he unrolls a healthy roll around his fingers and places it around his stimulated cock, and he resumes the fantasy and the humping until that nerve-shattering climax. Then, of course, it's the messy business of cleaning up, including the flushing away of one's accumulated sexual stress.

I'm afraid that the cucumber trick is beyond me. If I saw a hollow cucumber in the refrigerator, I wouldn't have had the least suspicion, but now I know better -- thank you! I can appreciate the point how it could be an improvement to simulate the wetness of a hotly used pussy. Of course, they sell all kinds of substitutes, which are often made to better simulate the feel of skin and pussy, using regular lube to give one that nice wetness. Monk has been tempted to buy one of those, but he hasn't yet.

He also has been tempted to buy those more realistic looking sex dolls to really fill out the fantasy, including the new-tech real-flesh material for such things as tits. He has imagined how nice it would be to dress up the doll in skirt and panties & bra, bunching up the clothing to cover up the non-realisitic surfaces and better maintain the rape fantasy. He hasn't bothered. Too little money, and he doesn't care to have to try to hide something so big and awkward. Pillows and toilet paper work well enough, with imagination doing most of the work.

While we are on the subject and talking about substitutes, don't you use more than pillows? They really have great stuff out there for women. Even if you're worried about getting too excited with a dildo, they have stuff like vibrating eggs, and things I probably cannot even imagine. Given your sexual philosophy, one would think that you could have use for such aides, in order to get as much sexual satisfaction as you can, especially an energetic and lively girl like you, as your passions must be quite tremendous.

Before leaving the subject, is there no chance of getting that picture of you in that short red dress to help Monk's fantasizing, so that he can imagine raising that high hemline and ripping away those little panties and teaching this brat about teasing around with men?

I must know, too! *snicker, snicker* Bye, sweetheart!


Crysling

Hmmm-mmm! I was waiting for my moment to strike ^_^

hmm... must suck to always be on top :P But at least now I know *nodnod* I always wonder about this stuff--- I remember pissing Sean off from too many of my questions about how you guys go to the bathroom and stuff *laughs*

Dude!! Christine and I were like "awwing" and "ewwwing" over sex toys at her place!! And yeah--- she kept saying "We should go down and get you that!!" for certain stuff but I was like "nooooo" cuase I'm all poor...... and I really don't care, except some of those stuff looks really interesting, you know? So she suggested I should start a fundraiser *laughs* But I rather not ^_^*** hehe... but yeah. My pleasure chest is empty, yaaarrr..... this pirate be poor, except for red fuzzy hand cuffs. ^_^ I had them in my carrrr, then realizeeeddd-- maybe I shouldn't haveee them theereee... yeaaahhh... Brennan has the keys though :P

And those things you guys have are scary and disgusting looking!! LIke those mouth pieces look like babiesss!! I'm all "Dude.... get one of those, bury it in the sand and put ketchup there... then go around screaming bloody murder" then there was the thought of some old dude there going "oh! I know what that is for" and him suddenly humping the sand and some woman running around screaming "The babbiess!! The babbiess!!!" yeah..... dude--- that stuff is sick. I'm so lucky to be a girl. I mean--- I am... I really really am, we got so many cool ass junk... and you guys have scary and pathetic stuff. It's like everytime I see those stuff... I start thanking everything and being super grateful I'm a woman.

Like the one thing which is just a butt...... :O!! Christine explains "Yeah! They prop it between some pillows or something" and I crack up laughing.. then there is one that glows in the dark and is all "Enter my glowing tunnel!!" and super stretchy. You guys are hooked on super stretchy!! While girls have water proof and James Bond shit... like a rubber ducky and lipstick thing... :O But yeah.. and... it's just.. you guys have scary stuff.. it's all..... weird... and scary.... and scary....

DON"T GET IT!!!!! SUPER SCARY!!! I mean... those things don't even look right!!!! [Joke link.]

*Snickers* hehehe!! I own no red dress!! I borrowed it. And I really don't own any little skirts and such.. and whats funny is that the black school girl one i have and the one short blue dress and such have been given to me by friends. I remember I wore the black one when Brennan was down here-- but I told him to always stand behind me cause I didn't want to go flashing anyone *laughs* Yeahh... but I have a picture of that.... buuutttt.... I don't think I'm going to show it :P


Ta ta!! ^_^ Thaaaaannnkkkk youuuuuuuuuu for answering my queessttionnnsss!!!!!!!! ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ *is happy* This will only mean next time I wonder I'll be coming to ask ya again--- but I'm off. Cciiiaaaoooo!


Gnome

Monk - *poke* no chance.
I saw something called Beniot Balls on 100 Girls... theyre like the stress jingle balls but you stick them inside of you and bounce and they get you off supposedly.
vibrators hurt cuz theyre hard plastic. get a dildo - rubbery latex=goodness.
the porn guy Dave showed MJ and I this dildo with a vibrator inside it (so it only had one hard spot where the motor was) but it had this beaver on top thats supposed to stimulate the clitoris... different speeds *joygasm*
I dont understand humping pillows, but ok..... I guess that works for a guy.... so does jerking off.
I always play with the soft latex mouths whenever I go into Bradley's cuz theyre so funny.... but I imagine the dildos that are made outta the same material must be soft and flexible... just gotta make sure theyre hard at the right times.... there are other models that have suction cups on the bottom should you want to make masterbation more of a simulation of sex....
anyhoo....its 8:27am and Im hungry....


Crysling

o.O Suction cups???? Like Spider-man?!?!!!! YOU CAN FUCK SPIDER MAN!!?!!!?!?!! !


Monk

*jumps, being startled* Oh, you surprised me! I guess I was getting a little over-excited. I'm glad that you appreciate that there is no need for your hammer here. You only need that for the real world.

No chance, huh? Not even just for a picture! Tough, you girls are very tough.

And, dear, about those Ben-WOW balls: I think that those are for super-advanced anal play! That is for much more hardcore people than any of us are. Though, you might want to consider giving Chrissy one of those beaver-dildos for a gift. If money is a problem, you might arrange to have her send you a money-order to get it for her. She probably could use some of those joygasms. And what are friends for?

Thanks for waking me up!


Crysling

Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!! I can't let her get me something like that!!!! It'll be something evil!! She would've done something to it!!!!! Like--- suddenly I'm in the emergency room with waffles!!! And they are like "Don't you know how to cook!?!!" anddddd--- noooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! And then-- even if she didn't

Everytime I look at it... I'll think about her?!!!?!?! WHAT THE?!!! HELLL NOOO!!!!

I've already gone through accidentally saying her name*LMAO!* But that was because I was thinking about a joke and shit anddd yeaaaahhhh *LMAOLMAO!* THat wasss ffunnnnnyyy!! But stiilll!!!!

*whimper* There's something very preeeccciiouuusssssss heeerreee!!!!! *huffs*

AND A BEAVER?!! I don't want a beaver!!!!!! Beavers are ugly... and fat... and hairy... ew ew ew... no no no.

^_^ I want a unicorn!!! Or something cute!! ^_^

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Crysling really did have a different run of mind, did she not? A pity we could not all remain blogging friends. Fun comment-action. I ruined it with my pointless need to make it something more, something real. Pretty girls with hot bodies will cause me to lose my mind everytime. Very desperate.

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I wonder if it might be better to forget about nostalgia weekends, and forget about the old entries altogether. The reminiscences can weight very heavily on my heart. It might be healthy for my to just keep going forward. There is nothing good for me back there in the past anyway. It is all failure and emptiness, a void where a life should have been.

like Bo

That was rather dog-like. Very like Bo. All three cats were on the ottoman by the window in the big room, and I asked, "Would you like to go outside?" They scram to the kitchen, and they are off.

It was a little misty and darkly clouded this morning, so I kept them indoors. The weather has looked good for a couple of hours now, but I needed an opportunity. Pop is out of the kitchen now. I think he was watching the last hour of a game. The season should be ending soon. Maybe only the Superbowl is left after this weekend.

the library

I was hoping to go to the library tomorrow. Dickens is due on Thursday, but this is Grocery Week, and I would like to take care of this business before I start work on the grocery list on Wednesday, and I do not want to mess up Pizza Day on Tuesday, and besides, it is expected to rain on Tuesday.

Unfortunately, Pop has his 'foot work' tomorrow. So, I called dibbs on Wednesday. It's no big deal, I suppose, but it feels a little hassley.

Time Destroys Everything

“I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us.”

-- Monica Bellucci

journal styles

This is the first time that I have played with the journal styles at Dreamwidth. Feeling more estranged at LiveJournal by the month, I am looking to makes things more cozy here.