Tuesday, Dec. 03, 2002

YOUR NOT PUTTING IT IN!

YOUR NOT PUTTING IT IN!

Okie dokie, so little Ryan wants to see a pic of my new found hair color. I'll think about putting one up. As soon as I find that damn digital camera that my grandma has laying around here somewhere. What I do have though is a pic of what I used to look like. I look nothing like that now though. I mean if you people MUST see who are you reading to grasp what she is going through. Nah, I knew you didn't. I will though take a picture of a little strand of my hair (just so you know the color). Yeah it is like purple, just so you know.

As I stated before I am finding it to be totally cool that people are writing in their diaries more openly now. With the whole Gingerbug thing going on I don't know if that is a good or bad thing. Because I mean look at her, she wrote in her diary about things that happened in her life, bad and good, and look where it got her. But my good pal Uncle Bob thinks differently. He has more of a "fuck you" attitude. I like to think I have the same attitude as he. However, I often find myself writing to an audience. And where does that get me? It gets me totally useless diary entires. Because I believe that these entries are to use to look back on and reflect. So, in like 20 years (if I am still not writing in this) I can look back and be like "wow I did that?" That's what I think this diary is for.

So, back to my rant. But that is what I believe a diary is for. Some people, like fellow Uncle Bob use it for amusement (for his OWN amusement) and to play back his day to day things. And that is what a diary like this is for.

What really upsets the hell out of me are the people who go to one's diary just to crticize it in the guestbook. What is the point of wasting your time reading something that you are just going to bash to pieces? People need to think about that. Find something else to do. Go watch TV, play videogames, hell even play with yourselves for all I care, but don't criticize something that that person obviously likes doing. And don't fuck them over either. Don't bring out their personal identities and totally ruin it for them. That is just pathetic.

ANd I am thinking about putting my other diary layout here. The one I had before this one. I want some feedback on this. I think the other one was better. Tell me what you think. As a matter of fact, I am going to change it up right now. GO to my older section and tell me what you think. You will see the difference in my archives of course.

Ahem ok then. Now that that is over. A funny thing happened to me on Friday night. I am sure we are all well aware of the "guy you can't do it" story. And if you are not, you haven't been reading my diary enough. Well he tried it again Friday. However I didn't let him do anything. I mean I wanted to tell him why but that is kinda hard you know. I mean what kinda conversation would that be?

Me: Um I don't wanna have sex with you because you don't know what you are doing.

Him: Um what do you mean I don't know what I am doing?

Me: Well you don't do it right.

Him: How could I not do it right?

Me: Well just gliding it along the sruface may be just fine and dandy with you but for me I need a little more than some gliding to get my rocks off.

Him: So what are you saying?

Me: YOUR NOT PUTTING IT IN! YOUR NOT PUTTING IT IN! THE DICK IS NOT GOING IN!

Yeah so that would be a little odd you know. I mean I was going to just get on top of him and show him how to do it, but being a little heavy as I am I didn't want to like squash him to pieces. I was going to be like...

"Watch what I am doing with your dick alright. See how it is going IN something? Yeah that is how it is supposed to be done."

I was picturing myself laying on top of him, holding his arms back, and just grinding him like a puppy humps something when it is horny. But I didn't. Instead I just pretended like nothing was happening. Here is a highlight of what happened...

Me: Why are you touching my ass?

Him: Because it is fulumptuous.

Me: You mean vulumptuous?

Him: Yeah that's what I mean.

Me: Well stop I am trying to go to bed.

What a night.