terminal addicts of the Orgasm-Life
Atypical day: Saturday, the forecast predicted possible severe thunderstorms all day long, so I forewent my plans to work on Noc-Lar (I'm a Heavy Metal addict) & watched vid-flicks instead. I had a long conversation with Trish's mom, who didn't really sound thoroughly descoobied. She mentioned that it was Dion's birthday; Trish called him & left "Happy Birthday to You" on his machine as soon as she arrived from work.
After lunch -- all the leftover Spanish rice, a yogurt, & the rest of the applesauce -- I stuck in Season #1, Disc #2 of Battlestar Galactica. That lasted up to the point where I decided to go out for a haircut, accompanied by the Bumble Bee Girl. The guy I usually go to was gone, so I went to the place on Dawn's Highway. When the guy finished lopping my gray hair off (changed so much since my days in the City of Night), we went over to the Buckadingdong Store & bought $7.75 worth of food & snacks. We also stopped at the vid-store to rent the Hairy Potter/Sorceror's Stone thingy, which, irregardless of whether it's entertaining, is no doubt poorly researched -- in spite of which, I wanted to include viewing it as research. In spite of what David Dalglish may have said that "it's just part of their world," no one before me has ever bothered to research it, beyond Pink Floyd, Chapter 27. In any case, Dalglish's arrogant view of himself as the new Robert E. Howard -- a truly awful writer -- isn't even borne out in his own work, it's all 2nd-rate & derivative -- the one & only story he's written. Stupid guy totally missed the point of Noc-Lar, & when I pointed it out, simply retaliated with some anti-Calvino-istic nonsense -- though it does say something about the market.
Trish worked in the kitchen for awhile; did the dishes; watched Hannah Montana for a ridiculously long period of time -- then we inserted a porno-vid in the machine. I took my last Viagra about 9:15, which meant we were in bed about 9:45, elaborating bizarre fantasies about the K. Fantasy, my Dick, & Dee.
The Viagra helps the famous Mr. ED, but not as well as it should. It still took a couple hours to achieve an orgasm. When I see my GP in September I want to ask for Levitra or Cialis, to see if they'd work better. Also may need to taper off my Risperdal, & Scientology Kills!
After lunch -- all the leftover Spanish rice, a yogurt, & the rest of the applesauce -- I stuck in Season #1, Disc #2 of Battlestar Galactica. That lasted up to the point where I decided to go out for a haircut, accompanied by the Bumble Bee Girl. The guy I usually go to was gone, so I went to the place on Dawn's Highway. When the guy finished lopping my gray hair off (changed so much since my days in the City of Night), we went over to the Buckadingdong Store & bought $7.75 worth of food & snacks. We also stopped at the vid-store to rent the Hairy Potter/Sorceror's Stone thingy, which, irregardless of whether it's entertaining, is no doubt poorly researched -- in spite of which, I wanted to include viewing it as research. In spite of what David Dalglish may have said that "it's just part of their world," no one before me has ever bothered to research it, beyond Pink Floyd, Chapter 27. In any case, Dalglish's arrogant view of himself as the new Robert E. Howard -- a truly awful writer -- isn't even borne out in his own work, it's all 2nd-rate & derivative -- the one & only story he's written. Stupid guy totally missed the point of Noc-Lar, & when I pointed it out, simply retaliated with some anti-Calvino-istic nonsense -- though it does say something about the market.
Trish worked in the kitchen for awhile; did the dishes; watched Hannah Montana for a ridiculously long period of time -- then we inserted a porno-vid in the machine. I took my last Viagra about 9:15, which meant we were in bed about 9:45, elaborating bizarre fantasies about the K. Fantasy, my Dick, & Dee.
The Viagra helps the famous Mr. ED, but not as well as it should. It still took a couple hours to achieve an orgasm. When I see my GP in September I want to ask for Levitra or Cialis, to see if they'd work better. Also may need to taper off my Risperdal, & Scientology Kills!
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