So I just got done watching that movie Boys Don't Cry on the Bravo chanel. Luckily they don't really edit anything out. If there's nakedness, they just fuzz, and the four letter words are just silenced out, instead of that annoying beeping bullshit or even worse, cheesy voice overs. Anyhow. Really good movie. I love independant films, and the way that they make me feel. I wish I could get out to see more of them. I feel like I've been missing out on a whole lot of life when I do see them. And they make great movies to stay at home with with someone special. Wish I had the someone special thing going on, but oh well for now. So these films also seem to have killer soundtracks too. Also adding to the general feelings of loneliness and nistalgia. But the one theme that I really like in a movie, is the whole road tripping thing. Even if the characters aren't on some kind of journey in a car, there's still that sense of travel to them. Or a lot of times, the characters are from somewhere else, so there is travel involved. I dunno. Movies like that are really fun to watch, but they bum me out too. Make me feel alone or something. And now Kingpin is on. Wich also has a lot of road trippin in it. Can you tell that I really wanna just pack up the car and go? There's so much that I wanna see out there on the highways. I guess my favorite "lottery" fantasy is to go on a killer cross country road trip. Take all the weird back roads as well as the main highways. See all the little towns and stuff. Normal everyday people and all that. Someday.

That movie American Graffitti. Everytime I see that film, it really makes me feel very nostalgic. Since it was filmed and took place in central California, not too far from where I'm from, it always reminds me of home. And those long, hot, central California summer nights. The sound of crickets. I haven't heard that sound in years. The sound of swarms of misquitos zipping through the air at twilight. And dragon flies. I haven't seen or heard any of those in years. And I miss it all. Staying up all night in the heat, watching the sky turn silver as the sunrises, and feeling the last few moments of any cool air that may have arrived give way to the heat. Does this make sense to any of you out there? Know what I'm talking about?

SHIT HAPPENS You know what folks? I'm the nicest guy in the world. In fact, here's a lovely story for the whole family to enjoy that proves how nice I really am. So me and the ex-girlfriend are doing a little ass fucking, she being on the recieving end of course. Now as far as this type of thing goes, neither one of us had any experience 'til we did it with each other. So it's not like her dirt box was easily accessible or anything. For this session we try to do it a little differently than we had done it before. This time she's on her back, and I've got her legs up over my shoulders, so her stomach is kind of being squished. I'm trying to cram my dick up her bunghole and things are just not working out right. We were almost successful a couple times, but her ass would subconsciously push my throbber out before I could get any kind of rythm started. So we're giggling and stuff, trying to get this to work when all of the sudden, out of nowhere, a strange odor fills the room. I'm wondering, "what the fuck is this shit?" Well, unfortunately, I answered my own question. I looked down and was amzed at what was before my eyes. Her fucking hairy black box had drooled all over my dick and the bed. And it fuckin' reeked. We're not talking about a healthy fiber enriched shit here, we're talking about creamy chocalate butt juice. ASS SPIT. The milky drippy kind of shit you get from a diet of crank and cocoa puffs. So she fuckin' freaks out and starts bawling and screaming "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!!" Of course, being the ultra nice guy that I am, I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "It's ok baby. I love you very much, and SHIT HAPPENS" Jim

It doesn't matter if you're black or white. As long as your under 15. ahahahahaha!!! Dude I'm so funny