-- Alyosha Karamazov --
Some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, (the, of, education, is, best, perhaps) all. If a man carries (life, with, such, many, into, memories) him, he is saved for the rest of his days.

Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoyevsky (1821-81): The Brothers Karamazov vol.2, "Epilogue" sct.3

I'm bored, so I'm gonna write whatever I'm doing right now here.

Fri Apr 2, 2004, 12:57 GMT+1
Wanking, no better way to start the day. Gotta find some porn online, 'cause my hardcover stash keeps getting stolen by some fucking kids that think it's funny to post pics of naked men all over the walls of their school.

Which, yeah, it is pretty funny.


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 15:36 GMT+1

3 hours, 2 pee breaks and a 1 change of batteries (fucking vibrator) and the orgasm counter is still at zero. So many interruptions, meh.

*inserts buttplug back in*


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 16:11 GMT+1

OK, done. Could have been better, took too long and gave too little. Oh well, I'll try again tomorrow. All this wanking has given me the munchies, gotta eat something, I'm thinking cookies.


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 16:31 GMT+1

Ohh, ahh, fresh panties. Reinvigorating. Hm, my butt is sore. So many things to clean up! I need to stop typing. Yeap. I do. Stop typing, you idiot!


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 17:06 GMT+1

I just left the buttplug immersed in some hot water, so I've got some time to write about how the vibrator decided that today was a good day to die. I tried changing the batteries, but seems that goddamn thing had already its mind made up that I was to be its last burial ground. Fucking machine. I'm gonna buy a Hello Kitty vibrator just out of spite.


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 17:23 GMT+1

Just finished posting something on the Shoutbox that should lead a couple of perverts to read this. Hopefully. Please?...


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 17:32 GMT+1

OK, I'm gonna take a nice, hot bath now -- in the same water I used to clean the buttplug. Heh, no. That's going to be the second time I change my panties today. I change panties alot.


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 19:06 GMT+1

Damn, that was a good bath. I'm hungry (still haven't lunched) and I'm horny again. Was gonna save it for tomorrow, but I think I'll go at it once more. Fucking baths, they always leave me like this.

Reading back on what I wrote, seems all I do is either wash myself, eat cookies or wank; it's like I'm living in a really bad porno movie. How the hell do I get time to do stuff anyways? Seriously, I've gotta take less baths, they're starting to affect my social life.

(yes, I'm typing naked at this moment, there's no plug for the hairdryer in the bathroom)


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 19:43 GMT+1

More Shoutbox fun. I just can't get enough of it!


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 20:37 GMT+1

Orgasm counter for the day is now at 2. I wanted to put here a funny porn quote I saw earlier, but I can't find it anymore. All the porno I saw this time was in japanese, so here's a funny translated dialogue instead:

"Urrgh, it tastes of pee."
"That's because I am peeing."


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 22:07 GMT+1

Went out, just got back. Never bothered writting that I left the house, but don't be illuded by this trickery, I did leave. The air outside was yummy.


Fri Apr 2, 2004, 22:31 GMT+1

Causing some random mischief in deviantART at the moment; I'm applying my purposefully bizarre commenting skills on almost everything that pops out on the mainpage. Oh, what fun it is to confuse an artist.


Last transmission Fri Apr 2, 2004, 23:59 GMT+1

I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Still haven't lunched; ate some very tasteful cookies, though. I've gotta go kick the cat now. Bye!

My fucking head. Twelve divisions of migraines...

Isn't it pitiful the works a bad artist will go through to publicize her own work?

Evil Angelica, the production company founded in 1989 by A., grosses about $7 million annually, $1 million of which A. pockets in take-home pay. It employs 23 people in a 12,000-square-foot office, home to a mini porn empire, complete with an Internet department, a Manbutt magazine staff and a video duplication lab with 440 VCRs.