1/8/06
The tyranny of Spot.

I learned that Spot really doesn't like the fan. Since the fan's been off, she's been sleeping with me at odd times during the night. Lately she's been doing her best to ensure that I adhere to my work week schedule. If I'm not moving by the time my radio turns on, she'll jump down on the bed and start walking over me. At night, always around eleven p.m., Spot will come on the bed and sit next to my head looking at me. She won't go away until I turn off the light and even then she'll wait around for me to give her pets.

Or it's all reductive reasoning on my part.

stuff to do
In no particular order:
  1. Wash pots and pans
  2. Defrost meat
  3. Shower
  4. Clean the catbox
  5. Send out Brian's gift already
In Yer Dreams
Whenever I'm involved with someone, I always end up feeling guilty when I have a sex dream. Worse, I feel like Bill Clinton when I try to rationalize to myself that I only did certain things rather than other things.

Anway, it's just a fucking dream.

While wandering through a suffering suburbia under the shadow of a night-time blackout I found my way into a split level home. Something about the blackout affected the neighbors and there weren't any people left in the town. A feeling dawns on me that they won't be coming back.

I went upstairs and went to sleep for forty years.

When I awoke there was gray light coming through the windows. Along the wall, during my sleep, someone had set up aquariums full of strange dying creatures. A small panda was riding a minnow, a large black cylinder was squirming in the upper tank. Skeletal zebra fish were hugging the glass walls. Odd, slick, gray fish were swimming around bearing their dead brethren on their back. On first glance, I thought these fish were double decker fish with two mouths and two snouts but when one flopped out of the tank and I went to put it back I noticed there was a dead fish on its back.

Downstairs I saw two girls silhouetted by the TV. They recognized me and I propositioned them. The younger one shook her head, "No but you can eat me out while she watches".

Fair enough.

Still curious, "Why can't I just fuck you?"
She laughed, "You can't fuck if your life depended on it. No man can. You're going to have to go down for four hours."

I obliged, munching carpet while she made out with her older friend. She was positively glacial, nothing I did could get her to react to my ministrations. Did I mention this went on forever? I didn't get bored or tired but jesus fucking christ at least pretend you're liking it. Now her friend was starting to get eager, spreading and fingering herself so I'd spread the love. I ended up putting my fist in her cunt.

Four hours, forty four minutes and fourty four seconds later the younger one pushed me away from her snatch and started rubbing her clit complaining that it was too sore to cum. She kept fingering herself while I fisted her friend. Her older friend was much more receptive and responsive, thank goodness.

A violent orgasm later, I was primed and ready to pound both of them. That's when some noise upstairs caught my attention.

The ominous, writhing black cylinder was chewing on a small human figure which was kicking the glass. Moments later the aquarium exploded and an evil black dwarf was stomping towards me, crushing the gasping fish under its feet. I closed my eyes and willed time to run backwards. The good news was that I was able to run time backwards yet the bad news was it was only a few minutes before the tank's destruction. Suddenly a sphinx in a pharoah's headdress fell from the ceiling, fished through the tank and noisily ate the evil duo.

Back downstairs, there were more people and they were busy playing Vampire: The Masquerade. The girlfriends had already forgotten about me.

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