Lifting for 12-4-10

Deadlift

35 minutes of cardio.

I meant to do 3×3, but I missed the first pull of the second set. I wasn’t fully into it today. I did, however, set a new personal best with the 305 triple, my best triple so far. So I sort of went “eh” and went upstairs to do some cardio. Seems to me like it’s difficult to do strength training for everything all at once. I’d like to someday focus on deadlifting in a way that doesn’t burn me out but slowly ramps in a way that I’ll be able to lift heavier weights. If that makes any sense.

Girl and I went to Pizza Hut for lunch. We took most of it for leftovers. We talked about past sexual partners. In part because my memory is atrocious, and thinking about the big picture always makes me feel better. We bought a tree, though we still need to decorate it. I have a small box of ornaments from last year. We like buying the small trees that are in front of the A&P for 20 dollars. Seriously, there’s little point to a giant tree for us.

Had some really awesome sex. Though, I suppose most of it was intense foreplay. Culminated with me using a dildo on her while licking her clit. Okay, maybe a little more play than fore, but still not sex. Whatever, semantics. (Okay, there WAS coitus, I’m just not considering it the most interesting event. Not that sex isn’t awesome. Oh god, I’M GOING TO SHUT UP NOW.) I never came, so I spent the rest of the night asking if she wanted more cunnilingus. So long as she doesn’t mind having a horny boy on her hands, it’s all good times.

I always forget what I write these days. I think last time I wrote, I was feeling kind of “meh”. I think I was just cuddle-deprived. Or just deprived of touch. Kind of important. I’m feeling a lot better. And I will hopefully REMEMBER my damned sunday update.

I’ve been thinking about how the forum you write in dictates what you say. I’ve written about almost everything here over the years. So writing a grand circumcision entry, or an axillary hair entry doesn’t occur to me as much. Why? Because I’ve ALREADY DONE IT. There’s THERE! I wrote some damn great stuff when I was in a great mindset! Feels almost like I’d be reiterating stuff to an audience that would go, “Yeah, we know that already.”

Not that I WOULDN’T write about said things. It’s just a matter of what OCCURS to me to write about, know what I mean? It’s like how when you’re around one set of friends, you’ll talk about recent events. Then when you tell them, you talk about different things. But then when you’re around a different set of friends, you can suddenly redux all that crap you told your OTHER friends, because THEY HAVEN’T HEARD IT YET! Good stuff. Just thinking about how I write in other venues, then I think, “This still matters to me, why aren’t I writing it in my diary?”

Sometimes a mental trick I do is pretend I’m writing to a different audience. Or a private audience. And then post it here anyway. Maybe I should redux things that matter to me. Mindsets change, writing styles change. Who cares if I reiterate things? MY DAMNED DIARY. BOOBIES STILL ROCK.