last night, i had a very strange dream. basically, my whole family and i were foxes. like, everyone else saw us as human beings, but when i looked in the mirror or at my family members, i saw us as foxes (red ones, in fact). i remember looking at a scrapbook of my baby pictures, and all of them showed me as those animals. i woke up, thinking, "how bizarre."
also, in the morning, i had a dream where i went to krispy kreme and went nuts on their donuts. i must have eaten like 5 donuts in that dream. luckily, it wasn't in real life, or else i have would have a sugar overload. i've been on a sugar high once, one halloween in high school. i must have eaten like a cup of peanut butter m&m's (they don't make those anymore, boo), and i remember being light headed, and then i crashed and got the worst headache.
so i seem to have gotten a lot of comments about handjobs. apparently some of my readers seem to be a fan of tekoki action. :) i guess i'll just have to see and hope that i find a girl who gives good ones. what about having sex between a girl's breasts? i don't see that very often in porn (i usually fast forward through it), and i don't think that it looks very pleasurable. it looks nice (i mean, who doesn't love boobs?), but from a pure sensory aspect, i think it must rank pretty low.
back to handjobs. how does it work with a circumcised guy like me? if a girl strokes my schlong back and forth, and my foreskin will follow. that means that she won't get to rub the head, which is where most of the pleasure will come from. hm. i've never seen a handjob with an uncut guy in porn before, so maybe it doesn't work?
oh, re: facials. i don't see the turn on in that. i mean, where's the satisfaction in spunking all over a girl's face? is it the demeaning factor? i know it's done all the time in porn, but i have never said, "ooh, i want to do THAT." and one thing, it's a mess to clean up; i'd rather just blow my wad in a girl's mouth (which feels awesome) and snowball or something. and second, you might shoot the jizz in the girl's eye, which (i've heard) stings like the dickens. so yeah, facials... *meh*
i caved today. just now. i just popped open my 2nd can of dr pepper. i had been staring at it while typing this entry. i was *this* close to putting it back in the refridgerator, but i had a moment of weakness and decided to drink it. oh well. i guess that means i'll try to have a light dinner tonight to offset the calories this drink will give me. i'm steadily holding at 170 pounds so far.
so i got drafted today to do some verification work for another chip we're working on. i'm not too excited about it. i mean, it's just more work, and not very glamorous stuff. i sat in on a 2.5+ hour meeting trying to learn more about the chip, and i didn't walk away with much enlightenment. some of the people are being very pushy about it, and that doesn't please me. oh well. i'll get cranking on it tomorrow.
so it turns out that i wasn't supposed to give away the tree i received from the arbor day people. when i went out for my morning smoke, this dude on the board of the HOA pulled up and asked me what i did with my tree. after i told him i gave it to someone else, he said that the trees were meant to be planted as a beautification process in our complex. oops. my landlord might have to pay for a tree as a penalty. uh oh. i hope i didn't cause too much trouble!
last night, my foot was itching, so i rubbed between my toes really hard. i did it so roughly that i *split* the webbing! OUCH. it stung like a mofo. damn. i've done this a few times before, and i never learn my lesson. ugh. anyways, i just hope that the wound's closed up by now, and it won't hurt in when i take a shower tonight.
i still don't have a good excuse to avoid my mom's friend's invitation to go to church and attend that gospel concert. i really don't want to go. so far, i have an afternoon excuse (watching the stanford women in the final four), but i don't have a lunch/early afternoon getaway plan yet. i e-mailed hr girl (who i haven't seen in like two years) for lunch on sunday, and if she accepts, she'll be it. please, hr girl, please!
i really don't react well to pushy religious people. like my mom's elder friend two winter breaks ago, who sat me down and repeatedly told me to call out jesus's name for salvation. man, i was *so* uncomfortable. i mean, what do you do when someone tells you to do that? i just shook my head and squirmed in my seat until she gave up. ugh. i mean, i made some cool guy friends when i went to church in high school, and they swarmed and surrounded me (like an intervention) during one church conference and told me to do the same thing. in the end, i was like, "sorry guys, i can't do it." i felt so guilty about it, like i was letting them down. but dude, if i don't believe, then i don't believe.
nelson bought an interesting book the other day by his favorite author, richard dawkins. it's called _the god delusion_. as you can guess, it's an argument for atheism. if it weren't so thick and dense-looking, i would read it. mind you, i'm not an atheist; i'm agnostic. i am not opposed to the existence of a deity; i just don't know if there is one out there. and of course, scientific proof either way is impossible (as, if there were, we would all be on one side or another), so it's just all based on faith. so i just remain dubious.
ok. it's getting late. that long meeting zapped the soul out of me. time to go home and watch tv.