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ass of rat
want one? sorry. fresh out. i don't give any anymore. at least that's my new campaign.
i'm getting exhausted caring about people, going out of my way to help and see them happy, only to get stabbed in the back and watch them head for the hills should i dare ask for help.
this morning's daily haunting happened as usual, but i was fixated on the last accusation JWB -- why do i waste energy capitalizing those letters? -- made in that hateful thing he wrote me, when was it? a month ago already? that i had 'abused privilege'? i still can't get over that! what 'privilege'? that of allowing him to take center stage in my life? that he had graced me with his acquaintance? damn! how fucking arrogant of him! then there's this bullshit where now he's sheepish to my face but mean and hateful when he can hide behind a keyboard. hmmm, can you say 'coward'?
so this morning's fantasy consisted of backing him into a corner and hurling at him every invective i could get my hands on.
i woke up around 3 (as usual) this morning in the midst of a dream where i was writing a poem. it was good too. i should have at least made some notes. it was a parody of one of his jesus-wejus 'songs', except that every verse centered on a different first century religious cult figure. (if you didn't know, there were many then, not just christianity. a history lesson is perched at my fingertips, but i'll spare you.) i'll write it yet. i also have been wanting to write another poem with his name as an acrostic. i'll get to that one too.
there was another sex-like incident this morning. i tried to get the L O interested. no go. so i decided i'd just lie there and masturbate. now listen, guys, i'm not GQ, but i'm not bad looking either. (have i ever described me?) yesterday when i got home from work i looked at myself in the full length mirror (just to see what jwb had just seen -- i know weird) and thought i looked damn good. certainly good enough to flirt with if not get lucky with! anyway, imagine you've got this pretty good looking guy (or girl if that's your trip) lying there naked next to you, legs spread, so wet s/he's leaking, tugging at your arm trying to get you roll over on top and get busy. what would you do? he rolled on his side and plopped a hand on my tit. not amount of tugging could get him to mount me. so i lay there legs spread jerking off, pausing now and then to polish my cockhead with the beads of pre-cum leaking out, thinking about how mikey-boy is going to feel in a couple weeks. i was wanking without lube, moving the skin up and down my rock hard shaft. i like doing it that way and that's one big reason why i'm pissed off about being circumcised. so i came pretty hard, waited a few seconds. he did nothing. i reached for a cum rag, cleaned my belly/chest up, and went back to sleep.
there's more i want to write, but i have too much other stuff to do. i'll try to take a break later and post a couple pics from this mornings finds.
66 days left before jwb's outie. yeah!
Seth
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