I just looked and at 7:30 this morning it was at 49,999, It may sound kind of funny but I remember when it hit 2,000 views for some reason I found it very odd indeed that anyone out there could or would be interested in what I might have to say, or what I might be doing. Over the past few years I have written many varied and assorted stories, articles etc. and the only thing I can say with great certainty is that my stories with anything sexual in them seem to generate the most views by far. I can write a story like that and maybe have 1,000 views in as little as half a day, and years ago it wasn’t always about what I wanted to write or felt like writing as much as it was to get views, in the last year or so I write less as the state of our economy seems to piss me off a little, but what I’ve learned from it all is that I will write about what I want and not give a shit about the blog count, yes I still like the fact that people read them, but now it’s more about what I’d like to have them read.

So this morning the government released it last jobs report and of course to me it was no surprise as the monthly number climbed to 562,000 people last their job last week, yes indeed things are getting better, the market did what it should do upon receiving this news and dropped about 72 points in the first 20 minutes or so, but as I’ve said many, many times what should concern Wall Street and what does are 2 different things as of  approx. 8:00 this morning it’s now down only 34, this news’s to the street should have sent the Street into a spin, but as I keep telling you, it never seems to really matter as they march to a different beat, the street had expected a decline in jobs of somewhere around 471,000 not 562,000, almost 100,000 more but we can just shrug that off along with anything else we don’t like.

She’d gone and cut her hair very short a few weeks ago, at first he didn’t like it at all, but he would have to admit as they were leaving all he could think about was getting her sweet ass home and between the sheets, yes the dirty possibilities had sprung forth from his mind the last few moments she was sitting in the chair at the salon, the thought of being pissed off at her for cutting so much off would some what hide the excited feeling’s he was having with all the new idea’s that came leaping from his mind. AS she got too the front desk, he paid and she asked, what do you think of it? He said rather curtly not much, maybe it will grow on me, and the stylist said I’m sorry you don’t like it he grumbled something and walked out, even though he paid for it and gave the woman a very healthy tip, hoping not to give away his excitement. Yes he was indeed an asshole, god sometimes he loved the way you had to play the game.

As they were getting in the car she said, so you don’t like it? His somewhat slow response was maybe I just have to get used to it, we’ll see, he knew he was lying if he could get away with it he’d have ripped her clothes off right here in the Starbucks parking lot and world be damned as he wanted her legs wrapped around him right now in the worst way, he didn’t care who saw them, he do it with the windows open and tell people going in the store see what a triple snicker mocha will do for you!

Instead she said we have to go to the store so I can get hair color remover and try and get the last of the red out of my hair and go blonde. Once again he feigned shock, but inside his cock now seemed to almost leap out of his shorts all on it’s own, drive slowly to the store he thought as his hard-on was bulging beyond belief, at first he thought maybe she’s just toying with me, but no she had continued talking about what it would take too try and get the red out. He now knew it would be awhile before he got to take her as he wanted to she had more plans, damned hair color, damned her, he just wanted her now. Two or three times as they were walking through the store he was glad he was the one pushing the cart, trying too hide the thing in his pants from customers, of course he didn’t really care as often women would look a little startled, but his mind was going a thousand miles per hour about all the things he was going to do with her in just this day alone forget about next week tomorrow…

Who knows maybe I’ll have to write more about this?