It's Not Meant To Be Bare

"Complacency through ignorance is unacceptable."

-Scout (a Suicide Girl)

Shouldn't have spoken as I did. A few entries back I made notice that my left side of the body is all banged up. One huge bruise, 2 smaller but still noticeable bruises, a few cuts, and a skinned knee were all on the left side. Lately, I'm just now getting things going on the right. You'd swear I play professional football if you'd get a nice long look at me. It is flattering for you to do so. No big deal since I'm in my second childhood where I still remember the first, each night meant counting the cuts as I sat there in the bathtub. I bet you think I was such a cute little tyke back then. Those little buns were put to work at driving girls nuts and begging for toys from Mum.

So, Nine Inch Nails has gone indie. No label owns this band that Sara loves to the core. All those sex dreams she has of Trent are for a guy that was once so wild and untameable but now without a ring leader. Actually, this is more about the distribution of the music itself, according to Sara's sex gawd.

Really? I've always wondered about artists putting up all this bitching on their labels. Are you really that upset if a tire company uses your song? Do you own 100% of the music that you create? I know for a fact that I'd be extremely upset if a Republican used my words or music in a speech. Wasn't it John Mellencamp that got pissed off about President Reagan using his song 'Pink Houses' and Bruce Springsteen saying hell no to Reagan using 'Born In the USA?' Those songs being used were actually protests to their form of government being pushed by that asshole Republican.

I'm all for an artist putting out music or movies how he/she sees fit. It's just that I wonder about why some seem to just bite the hand that feeds them. You start out as someone wanting to make some money and get laid. You get that and begin to feel like a superstar. Monster orgies and mansions to own! Oh, but what's that? You hate how your album is being sent? I'm totally behind you if it's the ridiculous CD prices or not liking a song being used by someone you do not like or believe in. I just hate the whining.

My day was okay. No new bruises but marks here and there. The cooler air made work slightly more bearable. Why my luck has me working without a partner is what I wonder. You see, I have to rely on someone in too many cases only to wonder where that person is. It slows me down while a person will walk by drinking some Gatorade. Hey, I'm thirsty, too!

Of course, I got my grot. Hell, I even took the time to talk to the manger and found her to be quite nice, nicer than I expected. It was her opinion that porn stores are still doing well while I disagree. The place is so small compared to the old days where you'd find humongous selections of the filthiest magazines ever created. There would be a large assortment of dildos, various herbs/remedies for erection issues, various sections for your tastes where gay was just as even, the occasional Playboy centerfold put up on the sides of a shelf, and so much more. Now, it's like a medium-sized room where the only people I've seen come out of the arcade section. I've taken a long look because this'll be the last visit to the local porn store for a long time since it's not my thing to hang out at.

Note: I found myself more amused with the dog park right next door when I pondered about how much shit my little 5-Pound Phooey would get in trouble if sent in. How long til she gets kicked out? Possibly 3 minutes or less if the dachshunds would be willing to let her little legs go during the latest argument.

Walking my little 5-Pound Phooey takes place at night. It's mostly a long walk through the park on the sidewalk all the way around. While I may be a bit big, I still become very suspicious of activity like the one that went on tonight. There was a car in the parking lot being driven in a weird manner after I passed by it. It would go around and then back up to park. Yes, it's a safe neighborhood and could be a teen learning how to drive but I still suspect the most negative. 5-Pound Phooey will go for the ankles while I hit 'em high after breaking the collar bone. Would 5-Pound Phooey protect me or will she head for the hills to call in the reserves, squirrels and moles.

First, 5-Pound Phooey would have to sign a treaty telling all animals smaller than her that she will no longer harass them with harsh words.

Oh, as for the grot/porn that I bought, it's a bit of a let-down. My only reason for getting it was this redhead that looked a bit like Keira Knightley. Turns out, she's barely in it. While there are six girls in total telling about their 'first times' (why is it almost always with old guys?), only 5 participate in each fantasy. Yeah, I'm sure the 6-girl orgy is going to be amazing because the redhead is in it. It's just that I expected a bit more than just her bent over and eaten out. Plus, since it's 6 girls barely over 20 years of age, their pussies are completely waxed. Boring. No personality down there as older guys pound 'em til their dark pink. One goes purple, though.

Well, I'm outta here. Plans are underway for my own digital camera soon. Gonna go Canon as I deal with my promise to show things around my way. Boy needs some sleep and to prepare for 28 Weeks Later since Sara will not allow horror movies. Zombies come after the 6-girls orgy. Happy twats all around.