AGGRESSIVE CUDDLES.

You know, maybe this is a good omen. Or I got lucky.

I suspected maybe my lecture would be canceled today, as my lab was canceled yesterday. Yesterday, that openned up time to Do Things. I ran into someone in my Kinesiology class, who showed me how to do the magical ordering of articles. Let me tell you, I had NO idea how to do that, let alone that’s what you’re supposed to do. How do people figure these things out? You can’t on your own. Do you just wait to be initiated by someone with a large black dildo?

Good thing I got my own.

Oh. I’m very tired. Yes. JIGGLYPUFF! And when I get tired, I get goofy. And perverted. Like last night when Liz asked if she could have some milk. I said that she could indeed have some of my creamy white fluid. OH YES.

The fact that we would occasionally play as Donkey Kong and donkey punch each other was kind of too easy. But we’d donkey punch each other, nonetheless. *giggles* As I stated, “Now you know how Liz feels!”

I didn’t get to shave yesterday. I usually shave every monday. I also didn’t have time to shave this morning. So my face is itching. Meh. I hate facial hair.

PENIS.

I like how soft my penis is. I mean, just the skin texture. Very soft to the touch. Makes masturbation very pleasant for my left hand.

Breasts amuse me. Man, I remember back when I was all breast-obsessed. Love of breasts doesn’t die, it’s just not a primary fixation anymore. They’re a good accenting feature. I’m a bit more fixated on rumps and hips now. *shrugs* I used to joke that I’m not a breast-guy, or a leg-guy, or an ass-guy, I’m a pussy-guy. But who says that?

“I’m really into vulva!”

Though, I suppose into can be taken different ways.

I’d like to be straddled and have a girl smoosh me with her breasts. It’s so warm! It’s like aggressive cuddles. YES. I NEED AGGRESSIVE CUDDLES.

Man, I’m tired. I wonder if I’ll be in a daze all day. I’ll try to take a nap after my second class in the library. I know where to go. But I don’t know if I can make myself do things. This is why I keep up on my sleep. I’m great for goofiness, but not so much constructiveness when I’m tired.

I got told to change my font color to pink, to match what I use in AIM. I figure it’ll either throw off n00bs and make them think I really am Rhonda, a large-breasted black woman, or I’m a sissy. OH STOP.

Real men wear pink. And get large erections! Oh crap, I’m completely flaccid. Come on! Get hard! Prove your manhood!

I’m suddenly reminded of how I used to write years ago. I don’t think I had a point. Or I’d bounce from topic to topic as if I had a point, when I really didn’t. Just make people read a long string of text that seems like it’s going somewhere but when you reach the end of the sentence you feel something as if you were cheated out of a viable opportunity to improve your entertainment quotient.

I miss cunnilingus. You gotta be a real vulva-guy to be into nuzzling vulva. V IS FOR VULVA. Oooh. I love this game!

A is for anus!
B is for breasts!
C is for clitoris!
D is for dick!
E is for erection!
F is for fucking!
G is for genitals! YAY FOR GENITALS!
H is for hard-on
I is for …Independent masturbation?
J is for jacking off!
K is for kinky. [Stephy Lynn] [p] (Thanks!)
L is for labia!
M is for mons!
N is for nipple!
O is for orgasm!
P is for penis! PENIS!
Q is for Qweefing!
R is for rectum!
S is for sex!
T is for tits!
U is for undressing? Urethra?
V is for VAGINA!
W is for wet
X is for X-rack
Y is for yelp?
Z is for Zam, nobody knows a z-word

*giggles*

A is for anus.

If I ever stop finding this funny, I want someone to strike me with their genitals.

Y is for Yes, Please (as in, more!)

hey, just a heads-up. my husband reads my diary, and i don’t want him getting any funny ideas. i’m going to delete your note. i know you don’t mean anything weird by it, but my husband (obviously) is a man, and wouldn’t see it the same way i would :oP deleting the note would just be easier than trying to defend you (which i’ve been doing a lot lately…) and convincing him that i’m not having hot internet sex.

ryn: it’s no skin off my back. i think a lot of people feel that you’re sorta self-centered. what a lot of people don’t realize is that when you have a DIARY, it tends to be all about the author… i mean, duh. but people are sensitive, i guess. all i say is that i can understand where you’re coming from. there’s no need to apologize. i wouldn’t read or note you if i didn’t think you were worth defending. and i feel that way about all of my favorites.

ryn: well, you’ve been overly popular on the OD in the past, so like a celebrity, everyone will have an opinion on who you really are.

ryn: oh. check it out. i didn’t know od had message boards. jerking off to babyslime? ?

ryn: i like to read her once in a while. she’s interesting and all. but i think she’s kind of a bitch. there’s no way she’d lower herself enough to read an entry of mine.

I wonder if there are any stomach-guys out there. ‘Cause that’s my best feature. Go figure that there’s really not any. I’ll never be a plump, hairy girl. I shave my pits and legs and trim the bikini area, and I’m 6’1 and weigh 140 lbs. I’m TWIGGY! I keep trying to think of a good sexual Z word but I can’t. Heh. Maybe later.

I LOVE aggressive cuddles! YAY! And damn, this post kinda made me horny! I need sex!

“You gotta be a real vulva-guy to be into nuzzling vulva” Hahaha man oh man

Vulva la resistance! Ahem. Breasts are fantastic. I like my breasts. And soft penis is also fantastic. Not flaccid, although I love it just as much then, too. Why do women think that if it’s flaccid, it mustn’t be played with? Sleeping doodles need love too.

I like guys that are tall’n’twiggy and look like they’re dying. Thank goodness my roommate is that way. He’s delicious. 🙂

Random Fact: The car radio was invented by an Australian. I can’t remember his name, though. I’m also too lazy to look it up on Google or something. Still, yay Australia! Oh dear, here I go again, with that arrogance.

Oh my. It’d be like Debbie Does Dallas, only… Better. Because it involves you, and a country that doesn’t suck. (Anti-America, this week. Please excuse me. Having your heart broken does make one bitter.) Would you be working with Polaroid, digital, or… whatever you call the cameras with film? Hrm. You could even make a movie. I’d buy it, cuz I’m a perve like that.

Hrm. Methinks I have just been inspired to have my daily girl-wank. Mmm wank. Alas, housework seems to be higher up on the list of priorities. Oh but when the sun goes down… *grins*