I’m back, I swear…

I am now a member of the OD community again.

I can’t steal internet in this apartment, and for the next term at school I am going to need the internet, so I manned up, grabbed my junk and tugged a little, and decided that for the first time ever in my life I am going to accept the responsibility of paying for the internet.

So now I have the internet. What great fun it is! Hours and endless hours of porn and….well…I’m sure there are other things to do on this thing, I will figure them out eventually I’m sure. But, PORN!

 

 So, these holidays were really stupid and uneventful…and I couldn’t be more happy.

I went to my moms house for christmas, no one in the family but my actual brother and sister and mother said more than two words to me. I returned the favor of silence, but sprinkled it with a touch of indifference. They didn’t have the indifference.

I don’t have spell checker automatically on this computer, so I am going to be making a lot of spelling mistakes, which as I found out during 2009, pretty much means that I am an idiot. Because phonetics are the water mark of true genius.

 

I apologize that you are now reading the diary of a complete idiot.

That must suck for you.

 

I hope it doesn’t make you feel pathetic and think to yourself, "There must be something better I can be doing with my life than reading the diary of someone who claims to be retarded, and has decided to very vigorously back up those claims with his actions…"

see? I think I might have spelled vigorously wrong, and the best part is I have no idea if I really did or not. And the best BEST part is that I actually don’t give a fuck.

Spelling is for fucking losers.

Who does shit like that anyway?

 

Fuck man…

 

All I want is a hard boiled egg and a fat cock down my throat.

I’m such a fucking faggot.

I love getting my ass rammed though.

I love cum…I can taste the std’s in it.

I should be a physician.

Fucking cunt juice dyke face.

I can’t handle it.

I need to go do errands or something, and then jack off more. Why am I even on this website? It’s definitely not porn. I must be wasting my life with all of the non-pornographic things I do with my time.

I wish my cock didn’t get so raw though…

it hurts to walk briskly.

 

I will be back.

 

maybe write something real.

as if this is not real.

it’s all real, too fucking real.

and never real enough.

Aint that the bitch of it all?