You can't help

I want to be more than a biological urge. I want to stop thinking about my sexuality. It is an immense task. Maybe you can help.

God loves Me

Sorry faithful readers, but once again, I had given up on this blog.  (FYI - my "backrub" with the Latina princess ended up being a 30 year old Russian guy screaming and trying to wrap me up in the bedsheets to throw me outside.  Savages.)  As usual, it is jimmy's blog that gets me back to the keyboard.  But this time I actually sympathize with his dilemma regarding Heaven.  I look down at my beautiful furry arms typing away.  So soft. so perfect, and I assume God has made me in God's image and God's arms are just as furry, just as soft, just as perfect.  And I think about jimmy's hideous pink fur-less appendages and I know jimmy must understand that no God could love anything that ugly.  No wonder jimmy's connection with Heaven is blurred - he's not going.

Contemplación

This morning I lie in bed, staring at the hotel bedroom ceiling,  wondering: why?, how did I get to this place? how long will I need to endure this life's suffering? will jimmy notice I am using his credit card? should I clip my nails, or grow them out crazy recluse style? When the maid comes in, will she see me lying here and offer me a quick backrub? There, finally something worth thinking about. I hope she's Latina. Muy bueno. Donde esta la "lotion"?

Vacate Iowa!?

So, I decide I need a little r&r. So, I decide i will head out for a little vay-cay (tion). For inspiration, I type "vacation" into google, and my auto-correct comes up with "vacate iowa" and next thing I know,  I'm booked for two nights in god-forsaken wis-flippin-consin. So, i arrive at the hotel, and the urinals are ridiculously high...has anyone else encountered this?

As opposed to speeding up?

I was retired from this blog. But then I see something like this photo and I just want to cry, and then scream into someone's brain hole. "Road kill" is murder, not "oops".

Hibernation Journal 2013 - Entry #2

Just smile.

Hibernation Journal 2013 - Entry #1

Without a plan,
you're just another moron.