Ol' Roosty Got Back

"Pretty much everything in life can be figured out by noticing the patterns."

-Me

Not a good month for psychos. Is it just me noticing how every loose canon seems to now just feel able to release all that tension? Lost girlfriend and working at McDonald's? Take gun to mall and have a ball! Can't get back in to a church? Sittin' in pews deserve to end up in stews.

I've had a great weekend even if the weather did slightly ruin things. Waking up and pulling back the curtain to Sara's room showed me a lot of ice hanging off of tree branches. Beautiful to look at but a bitch to walk outside knowing it's so cold that the deciduous are frozen in time. Puddles become ice skating rinks for whatever bird was stupid enough to stick around. For me, I always have to hear Sara's boots stomping behind me as I scramble to get the keys to her car out of my pocket. I'm nicely endowed but some of that bulge just so happens to be 2 sets of keys.

It's no joke that I must say I am tired. Waking up at 7am, drive almost 1.5 hours, go to work, and do push-ups at home can leave most people out cold on the floor just for attempting. There were those tough sit-ups as well but I feel like they are so beautiful in motion that they are not a chore. My whole stomach is empty while my abs are so strong. It's easy to see that I like my patterns. They fit me well. They do things to keep me with an inner strength as well as an outer one that gets me some attention I may or may not want. I'm a machine that eventually wears down.

You'd almost come up with all sorts of questions in regards to Sara and I if observing us on Friday night. I walk in to find she and her roommate doing major cleaning for Saturday's party. I only partly existed. It was me on the couch coughing and sneezing as the 2 girls walked back and forth. A little kiss here and a pat on the head made it known that I still exist. I didn't help because:

A). I am allergic to cats, dust, and dirt
B). Do something wrong? Get yelled at and it upsets the vibe. We do argue a lot but it can also be fun.

All I can tell you is that going to bed too tired to fuck can bring odd moments. It's 4am, Sara and I are awake. She looks at me. I look at her. It's inevitable to ask but Sara wants to know if I'm awake. I nod and end up watching my knob get slobbed prior to being ridden. Cowgirl can't sleep and must ride something. It's kind of funny how I tend to get nervous about sex in the dark because doggy style has bad results when the wrong hole has been interrupted. Got it right on this one and ended up catching Z's peacefully knowing that the female she-demon from hell has had her pussy soothed. You'll know this because my right forearm had some really deep cuts all around it.

So, I'm going to catch up on the latest message forum board members posting up their favorite porn. As you can see, I'm curious as to what turns others on no matter how tired I get. Sara's party went awesome so I'll talk later. All you need to know is that I got a bit drunk and watched a rather large male sing "Baby Got Back" out on the apartment porch. Happy twats all around.