Thursday, September 27, 2007
I can foretell the future.
It's tough to explain how it works but it is like i get feelings about situations. For example, i know that bringing cherry flavored chapstick with me today will significantly change my life today.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Mutant Powers
I was doing something that requred me to put a lighter near my chest, so my roomate said, "you'll burn your chest hairs dude." That got me thinking that i SHOULD burn my chest hairs out. Now, i've burnt body hair before so i have a good idea of how it burns, but my chest hair erupted quickly, and with force. I truly believe that my chest hairs are made of gunpowder. This is my mutant power.
Dog of the Week
Dog of the week is something I started a few years ago and did off and on. A picture my sister sent me has me starting it again.
Cutie.
Well, today I was a main character ina film that a friend of mine requested that I be in. I will have it uploaded once its done.
Cutie.
Well, today I was a main character ina film that a friend of mine requested that I be in. I will have it uploaded once its done.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Untitled writing project.
Foreword and Introduction:
This is part of an underedited short story i'm in the works with. I use "chapters" although the "chapters" work more like paragraphs. Here is chapter 1-4.
Chapter 1
I still wasn't quite sure what I was looking at. My balls had always been a mystery to me. They weren't the main focal point of my genital region. In my younger years I was most obsessed with my penis. Indulging fantasies of furries as i stroked my hard cock, not even knowing what it or its purpose was. That was the beautiful thing about it, and probably what kept me into it for so many years. The problem was that I was just getting into my balls and they were just starting to get weird. I mean, i was really under the impression that i had small balls for most of my life, but not only do i think that i may have been underestimating my ball size , my balls are just coming into their own now. We are looking at some major sagging going on in that region, and some real flop action. It's been a while since doggy style for me, and I'm incredibly curious as to how my balls slapping against a woman's ass might sound now a days.
The fact of the matter is that I was looking at a vein in my balls that resembled the shit pipe on a jumbo shrimp. All i could think to make the best of the situation was to perform "the brains," a gag that required one to grab their balls taut to make them resemble a brain. It worked, and I let the worry go for a week. This would play very crucially in the next few months of my life.
Chapter 2
I thought about telling my recent ex. She was always trying o get me to go to the doctor. I ended up not telling her because I feared the "hate to say I told you so" undertone that the conversation would bring. Other than my mom and dad, I wasn't sure whom to tell first. To make up for this, I ended up running into an old acquaintance, not a friend, that I went to high school with and told them all about it. They seemed to care a lot. I wasn't sure how to feel about that. The good of it was that I got it off my chest. From then on I was practically singing it in the streets. Unfortunately "testicular cancer" is far too many vowels to make a fluid song about.
Chapter 3
I want to make this very clear: At this point in my life i realize completely what the cause of all of this was, but of course, in the beginning, i had my theories. For the past year, every Wednesday night while ABC aired the acclaimed television series Lost, my buddy Stan and I would smoke weed and watch it. Those were some of the best nights i ever had. Not only because i would be completely obliterated, but because i would go home and my balls would feel like they were submerged in water. it was an incredible feeling, and EVERY night after i left Stan's house i would jack off with this feeling of my balls being submerged in water. As stated before, it was incredible and most people wouldn't have a clue what i meant by that feeling unless they've felt it before. Those Wednesdays were my scape goat for having testicular cancer for the first few months. Excessive smoking and masturbation. Everyone seemed to accept it; That smoking weed and jacking off on wednesday nights could cause cancer in the balls. They all believed it so much that it only made it easier and easier to tell them.
Chapter 4
This was the 2nd time I had seen my family practitioner for something like this. The first time was only slightly embarrassing, although i look at it as a very fond memory.
I had blood work done a week earlier as mandated by my family practitioner due to me having unprotected sex. A week later I was called in to discuss my results. I didn't at the time, but now i know that if they call you in to "discuss the results" it definitely means something's wrong. Luckily, I had one of the curable ones and i was in the clear. Of course, it cost 20 bucks to get the pills, but 20 bucks is a fair price to pay for the freedom to fuck.
When it comes to the medium with which to discover bad news about my health, I prefer an asian lady putting a needle in my arm to a man in his 50's squeezing my balls, but it all worked out for the best. I was admiring the cheap art around the room while the doctor felt me up, when suddenly he feels something he doesn't like and looks up at me with fantastical terror. I've never before in my life experienced such a figure of authority looking so frightened by something he touched in a ball sack . It came at a good moment because i felt an impromptu erection coming on. I don't feel gay about it in the slightest.
This is part of an underedited short story i'm in the works with. I use "chapters" although the "chapters" work more like paragraphs. Here is chapter 1-4.
Chapter 1
I still wasn't quite sure what I was looking at. My balls had always been a mystery to me. They weren't the main focal point of my genital region. In my younger years I was most obsessed with my penis. Indulging fantasies of furries as i stroked my hard cock, not even knowing what it or its purpose was. That was the beautiful thing about it, and probably what kept me into it for so many years. The problem was that I was just getting into my balls and they were just starting to get weird. I mean, i was really under the impression that i had small balls for most of my life, but not only do i think that i may have been underestimating my ball size , my balls are just coming into their own now. We are looking at some major sagging going on in that region, and some real flop action. It's been a while since doggy style for me, and I'm incredibly curious as to how my balls slapping against a woman's ass might sound now a days.
The fact of the matter is that I was looking at a vein in my balls that resembled the shit pipe on a jumbo shrimp. All i could think to make the best of the situation was to perform "the brains," a gag that required one to grab their balls taut to make them resemble a brain. It worked, and I let the worry go for a week. This would play very crucially in the next few months of my life.
Chapter 2
I thought about telling my recent ex. She was always trying o get me to go to the doctor. I ended up not telling her because I feared the "hate to say I told you so" undertone that the conversation would bring. Other than my mom and dad, I wasn't sure whom to tell first. To make up for this, I ended up running into an old acquaintance, not a friend, that I went to high school with and told them all about it. They seemed to care a lot. I wasn't sure how to feel about that. The good of it was that I got it off my chest. From then on I was practically singing it in the streets. Unfortunately "testicular cancer" is far too many vowels to make a fluid song about.
Chapter 3
I want to make this very clear: At this point in my life i realize completely what the cause of all of this was, but of course, in the beginning, i had my theories. For the past year, every Wednesday night while ABC aired the acclaimed television series Lost, my buddy Stan and I would smoke weed and watch it. Those were some of the best nights i ever had. Not only because i would be completely obliterated, but because i would go home and my balls would feel like they were submerged in water. it was an incredible feeling, and EVERY night after i left Stan's house i would jack off with this feeling of my balls being submerged in water. As stated before, it was incredible and most people wouldn't have a clue what i meant by that feeling unless they've felt it before. Those Wednesdays were my scape goat for having testicular cancer for the first few months. Excessive smoking and masturbation. Everyone seemed to accept it; That smoking weed and jacking off on wednesday nights could cause cancer in the balls. They all believed it so much that it only made it easier and easier to tell them.
Chapter 4
This was the 2nd time I had seen my family practitioner for something like this. The first time was only slightly embarrassing, although i look at it as a very fond memory.
I had blood work done a week earlier as mandated by my family practitioner due to me having unprotected sex. A week later I was called in to discuss my results. I didn't at the time, but now i know that if they call you in to "discuss the results" it definitely means something's wrong. Luckily, I had one of the curable ones and i was in the clear. Of course, it cost 20 bucks to get the pills, but 20 bucks is a fair price to pay for the freedom to fuck.
When it comes to the medium with which to discover bad news about my health, I prefer an asian lady putting a needle in my arm to a man in his 50's squeezing my balls, but it all worked out for the best. I was admiring the cheap art around the room while the doctor felt me up, when suddenly he feels something he doesn't like and looks up at me with fantastical terror. I've never before in my life experienced such a figure of authority looking so frightened by something he touched in a ball sack . It came at a good moment because i felt an impromptu erection coming on. I don't feel gay about it in the slightest.
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