The lingering pain is normal.

Today my friend asked me a question about lube. I guess she is going out with her fiancée without the kids so they want to have some fun. So I am going to take the time and let everyone know why lube is important for me when I am having sex, and it will hopefully answer some questions others had as well. I have a tendency to tease a girl, you know get her close then stop and change pace or positions. This leads to a lengthy sexual escapade. Despite the girls body’s attempt at self lubrication, it is usually not enough. She will usually complain about getting sore and then sex will end. Worse if she is tight then you start to experience the unpleasant feeling of cock rubbing against semi lubricated pussy walls. This leads to chaffing and other undesirable extras.

Now, add lube and you no longer have to worry about all of that. Also it gives you a good excuse to “accidentally” stick it in her ass. If you are pumping fast enough and hard enough lube will greatly increase the chances of “oops wrong hole” fun. If you are into using toys on her then its a must, not all synthetic materials go smoothly into a girls cunt. You want to make sure you try out the various types of lube out there. You have water base, oil base and silicone base lubes. There is probably more, but I only have experience with those 3. All are garbage except for the silicone ones. That shit is smooth as silk and stays that way for a long time. Only real downfall is that it’s water proof, so you have to use alot of soap with warm to hot water to get it off.

I don’t know if you can legally buy it in the US yet, I know at the time I ordered it you couldn’t. Good shit though, I suggest everyone try it out at least once.

Having a insanely hard time sleeping again. I have a feeling it’s related to either the caffeine or my addiction to things.

I have been debating for awhile to make a site dedicated to the various whores I have met, while I think this is a good idea I don’t think people will really want to see it. I don’t have that many nude pictures and I would have to get permission or something. Well, I don’t really need permission, but it would be a nice gesture. There seems to be a couple sites like that already, so there really is no point in me doing it. I also really need to get going on my own site instead of whatever I have up on it right now as a place holder.

One of my friends is proposing to his girl soon. He may have done it already, I can’t keep track of these things. I informed him that I need to be at least in the wedding party, if not the best man. I really really want to give a speech at this wedding. I don’t know what I would say, I wouldn’t even prepare for it. The only thing I would do as far as planning is to get as drunk as possible then stumble up to where the mic is. I will either offend everyone there or make a ass out of myself. I am OK with both of those, my buddy probably won’t be. Tough shit though, only weddings I will ever be at are other peoples. Got to make the most of it.

What I really need to do is convince them that its a good idea for the brides maids to be dressed like whores. That would make for the best wedding ever. I don’t give a fuck if your families don’t like it. I like it, that’s all that matters. What would be awesome as well is if they wore dog collars with a leash on them. I don’t know why, just would be. I have a feeling I’m going to die alone.

Right now I am on the verge of breaking alot of things. Don’t come to me seeking help and then start yelling cause it still doesn’t work. If I knew what the fucking problem was I would have fixed it by now.

I need a drink right fucking now.

Had a conversation with two friends about my various kinks. Bondage popped up and seemed to be a topic of interest. Now, you can’t just use any rope, I mean you can but not if you actually want to continue to use it. Best rope I have found is the Japanese silk bondage rope. Doesn’t leave marks and as long as you tie it right, it doesn’t hurt the woman you decided to violate. There are many ways to tie up your victim, I mean loved one, but we won’t go into that right now. I found the best use of this is when a girl is afraid to try something new. Anal sex for instance.

Now make sure her hands are bound tightly, you will be surprised at the strength a small framed girl can conjure when something is entering her asshole. A silicone based lube is also recommended, allows for a smooth penetration. You don’t have to worry about her legs that much, you should be able to hold those in whatever position you want. I would advise that you only try this after she has orgasmed at least once, she will then have a greater chance at enjoying the experience. Make sure you play with her pussy the entire time, don’t stick it in right away, slowly enter and play with the asshole. With her arms bound she has no choice but to focus on the new sensation. You want to make sure she associates anal with pleasure, not pain.

Another good use for bondage rope is getting her to shut the fuck up. Pretend you guys are going to have a night of wild experimentation. Make sure you have a gag ball for this one. Tie her up so she can’t walk around or retaliate. Gag her with the gag ball, then leave and go play video games or go out to the bar with the guys. Make sure she has used the bathroom prior to this, it can turn into a mess. This also has a tendency to end relationships, so make sure she is understanding, or stupid.

Maybe I will go into the various poses you can tie girls into as well as proper knots and techniques. I had one of the friends who I originally talked to about this express interest in helping me demonstrate this. I am not sure she knows what she is getting into. Not really my problem, I am sure she will like it after awhile or start crying and begging me to stop. Thinking about that is making me erect…

3 hours of sleep, and I am wide the fuck awake. I am probably dying inside. Stroll in to work early only to find out co workers aren’t coming in so I can’t leave early. Fucking awesome, I think I will have to stab them when they do decide to come into work. Seems that there are some issues in the south too, so now I have to talk to people. Great.

I don’t know if you have talked to people from the south, but they are fucking retarded. I know I might catch some flak from this, but they are fucking retarded. I have no idea how these people are capable of living. I am pretty sure the reason they have the accent they have, that whole southern drawl, is due to the fact that their brains are so fucking slow that they cannot properly talk. Yes I know your fucking website is down, you aren’t the only one. You are now just a number on a long list of people who are down. Stand in line and please shut the fuck up. It wouldn’t be so bad if they talked a little faster, cause some people call in that are not calling in due to some massive outage. Unfortunately it takes 20 FUCKING HOURS FOR THEM TO FUCKING EXPLAIN WHY THEY ARE CALLING.

I think I need a cig right now.

I am in complete distraught right now. The party was a good time, but no whores. Well, they showed up in the beginning of the party but then left to go get high, they never returned. A friend’s ex was there, I decided that she will have to receive the brunt of my anger. I yelled at her to make me a drink, she does so and I started drinking. I think she was trying to kill me cause for a first drink, it was retarded strong. After that i reluctantly decided that I should be the one making my drinks. As a joke some friends decided that they were going to bring some gifts for the owner of the house. This resulted in a toaster that was destroyed in the basement and some gold fish. We found out that goldfish do NOT like alcohol as much as I do. I found some pictures I must have took on my phone, I almost feel bad.

The party was for a friend that got out of jail recently. I kinda know him, not really that well. He was smashed well before the party even started. Messing with him was almost boring cause he was so drunk. I think the highlight of the night was when we were out smoking and he decided to join in on making fun of someone that he didn’t know all to well. The person he was making fun of was a good friend of mine and others that were at the party. He doesn’t really come to the parties due to how far away he lives. Well, the party boy was giving him shit and then said, “You know what, your chin looks like balls.”

Now, it’s not really offensive or anything but holy jesus. I couldn’t stop laughing. Our friend, he was not exactly too happy about the comment. He was about to punch the fuck out of the party boy. We somehow managed to prevent this while laughing at him. You guys reading may not exactly find why this is so funny. But my buddy is quick to resort to violence. I was pretty sure the party boy was going to die that night from blunt force trauma.

When we went back in the fish were gone. Apparently someone decided to be a humanitarian and put the fish out of their misery. I lost my drinking buddies, some cunt flushed them down the fucking toilet. How is that helping them? Not only did we have a lack of whores but my drinking buddies were murdered! Someone murdered them!

Side note, goldfish do not like 151, specially when you are trying to do a flaming shot.

I was even more distraught at this point. No whores, no drinking buddies and I gathered 160 gigs worth of dance music. I suffered through making sure the quality was right and that we had the new “hot” songs for everyone and no whores to dance like… well… whores to the music.

I am raging so bad right now, no one will be able to quell this. I think I need to go drink some more so I don’t break things.

No important post today. Big party tonight so I figured I will save it for tomorrow when I wake up from my alcohol induced coma.

Sometimes when I get stuck in these lows I don’t know how to properly convey my thoughts of feelings about a subject to the person. Usually I will end up saying something or doing something that seems a little harsher than I intended. What sucks even more is knowing you do that, at that point it becomes increasingly harder to talk about it with the person due to not wanting to say the wrong thing. At that point I will usually just not say anything, that is usually worse than saying the wrong thing.

At this point I can imagine you guys going, “What the fuck, he is talking about serious shit.”. Yes I am, fuck off. Sometimes I need to just “talk” shit out via typing words into a website that people read mainly because I talk about whores. I won’t go into the current situation, as I am still trying to figure the whole thing out, but I will talk about a situation where I did the same thing. When I was younger and living with my parents I had 2 pet ferrets. These things rocked, they mauled shit and were entertaining. Well apparently the common cold is damn near instant death for these things. One of the ferrets caught this and started to get sick really fast. Fast forward to my mom freaking out and we end up at some emergency vet place. At this age I didn’t really know how to handle this situation, I was sad yet at the same time it was like, meh. So the vet finally came back and gave us the low down. It would take several months of rehab and meds for us to cure it or we could put it down.

The decision was made to put the animal down. My mom was in tears, she loved those animals, and was sad that she had to make the choice. The vet then informed my mom it would be 200 dollars to put it down. Something clicked in my head when I heard that. $200? Seriously? That just seemed retarded expensive to kill an animal. My mom was crying more, I felt that I needed to lighten the mood.

Bad idea.

Now remember, this was before I had any kind of control or any knowing of what I was doing when I would hit the different highs and lows. My mind had 2 things going through it. $200 dollars and say something funny to cheer my mom up. What I ended up saying was, “For that kind of money I might as well just take the thing out back and hit it with a hammer.”

Well, my mom stopped crying and the vet stopped talking. They stared at me with horrific expressions on their face. Like I just told them I was going to kill an animal or something. Oh wait….

My mom started crying even harder and the vet continued to glare at me. At this point I decided it was best for me to wait outside. My mom didn’t talk to me for quite a few days after that. That was the start of me figuring out why the hell I do shit like that.

The more I play the guitar the more I find it very therapeutic. Especially when I get to learn how to play songs that have a line similar to that of the title of this post. Catching up on what’s going in the world I had a interesting thought. Everyone is trying to grasp at greatness, except for those on welfare. Get a fucking job and do something. Everyone wants something better in their life. So we have a world full of people trying to bring their dreams to life. Not everyone gets to accomplish their goals and they usually die broken and alone. I used to fear that I would end up like that as well. My aspirations are quite grand and the possibility to accomplish them without some sort of massive army is slim. I have not be deterred from it though. Maybe I will start small, randomly acting as a independent for some political position and start pushing the Myles agenda. There has to be people out there that want me in office.

I would enact measures to protect us from hippies. Oh? You think we are destroying the earth with our massive factories and power plants? How about this then, all fuel from now on that is used to heat homes and power them is going to be puppies, maybe dolphins as well. If they complain again you up the ante, just keep picking some animal they always bitch about. We could genetically modify them to make it so they burn hotter and longer. Best part, they are renewable. I mean there are a bunch of those puppy factory places right? Where they just breed dogs and sell the puppies to Chinese restaurants. That should shut them up.

Prostitution will still be illegal, but whores will be plentiful. If a woman is deemed unfit to breed or can’t cook worth shit, she becomes a whore. They will be much like the current whores we have now. Hang out at bars and various other places, except you don’t have to buy them drinks or attempt to make small talk. Just walk in, take a seat and a whore will soon be with you to service you. Now you and your friends can enjoy a couple cold ones while getting a hummer in a public place. Worried about social acceptance? If anyone is intolerant of my agenda they will be put to work in sweat shops. Making items I find entertaining, like bondage rope.

I would also cancel welfare. Fuck you guys, get a god damn job. In order to get money from the government you would need to pass a strict test. First a drug test, then a stupidity check. If you fail either one you are sent to work at a sweat shop. Don’t bitch, you will be paid, unlike the ones who are intolerant of my agenda. I would probably move the white house as well. Kick Hefner out of his mansion and setup base there. All playboy bunnies would be interns, nudity is required. If I catch a intern clothed she will be whipped.

Man, I am getting erect thinking about this. I better go and start working on finding people to donate to my campaign.

The mind and soul are two very unstable things in my life. They also seem unstable in everyone else’s life now that I think about it. I have been suffering some pretty massive bouts of depression lately. Idiotic people have a tendency to depress me and I have been dealing with alot of them lately. One of the biggest problems with being depressed is you can’t really express yourself about it without being called emo. I abso-fucking-lutely hate emo kids, can’t fucking stand them. Bunch of guys dressing up as women and acting all sensitive and that no body understands them. Fuck you, you aren’t different, you aren’t special and you sure as fuck aren’t breaking away from the norm. Following some god damned fad to get some emo chick pussy. Not that I can really blame you, emo chicks can be pretty fucking hot. I would give a emo chick a real reason to cry, like having to walk bow legged or not being able to shit right for a week.

These fucks know nothing about real depression. I have lived with bi polar since it surfaced when I was in the 4th grade. It got really bad around grade six all the way till I found out how to deal with the bullshit without the help of medication. It fucking sucks, yet these assclowns made a god damn lifestyle out of it. You get to stop when you grow out of it, I can’t and you guys give assholes like me a a reputation that is associated with whiny bitches. I wish I could grow out of things, like being hispanic. Being 50% hispanic is no treat let me tell you. If you are outside, no matter what you are doing, you have urges to either landscape or build things. There you are, just walking, all of a sudden you grab a rake and start yelling “¿Dónde está la Biblioteca?” at random people. It is not a pretty sight.

Ok, I am done ranting about my depression. Fuck you emo kids. I hate your life and will you please actually kill yourself instead of pretending to commit suicide. No one likes a failure, specially when they fail at taking their life. Which is like failing at failing which should be a win but its a double fail. Now my head hurts.