Changes

I did whack off a couple times the other night. It wasn't that I was horny - I was a little -, it's just that something triggered it. I thought of porn for some reason, and I couldn't stop myself. It was great, though. It was a night for Kaylynn, a gorgeous auburn-haired girl, skinny, with a big ass and a big hook nose. Good lord is she gorgeous. Her ass is like a delicious piece of broiled chicken, it's that juicy. My god, I just want to grab her and rip chunks off of her.

I also downloaded a bunch of porn but only for a couple hours, which felt like about 20 minutes. That's the way it should be, like a bank robbery: I'm in, I'm out, and down the road. Not stuck in prison for a year.

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I just copied 17 more of my porn CD's to my big hard drive. Today's files were 35,076 files in 253 folders. On top of the earlier 50 CD's which held 56,000 files in 732 folders.

I feel good about that. It's such a good feeling getting organized, and as I watch the files moving onto my hard drive I feel so anal-retentively happy knowing that soon, all my files will be in ONE place. I've been waiting about a decade for this. Theoretically it should make it easier for me to whack off and then get away; instead of fiending over Scotti Andrews or Katie Gold or Leannie Lei or Syren like I have been, digging through my CD's (which are unlabelled I can't get caught) t rying them one after another, I should be able to just zip in, do my business, and zip out.

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My daughter had a modelling shoot today. The catering lady had a really cute face, probably early 30's, perky, kind of a flat ass and saggy breasts for how small they were, but who's counting. Two year old daughter, married, loved me. I was hilarious and charming and well dressed in a scruffy way, sort of like how you see rumpled celebrities like Jude Law or Colin Farrell. Button-down dress shirt with a nice pattern on it, jeans, oh shit I just noticed my belt didn't match my shoes, and a really nice Perry Ellis jacket. She gave me her email address. She also made a verrrrry subtle comment about cheating, which was so incredibly sophisticated and light-handed that I almost didn't catch it. I cracked wise about it a couple times and she laughed. I think there's a good chance she may want to hook it up. I'm going to email her and start a flirtation. I don't so much WANT to, it's just that it's going to happen as I watch. Weird, huh?

My wife was there. She was Fucking Pissed that I was spending so much time with the catering lady instead of attending to her and our daughter. I felt bad but I knew I was a piece of shit so I couldn't help it.