Time to dust off the cobwebs and begin again. It's not an analogy pertaining to my junk.

I feel stupid now adays, words don't come to me as they did in the past. Or maybe the
right words are fighting to get out. Think, prioritise, speak/write.

So I'm single again. But I still very much care for the ex. It's just a shame that we aren't very
compatible. New wisdom, opposites attract but they are not compatible.

I'm thinking of renaming this journal to - A cosy vagina for boys and girls.

In love with a photo.

ive had a ridiculous week.
car gets broken into. laptop is stolen. all my work unsaved on the network is
now in the hands of some fuck. old passport with all my travels. gone.

NOW MY HARD DRIVE WITH ALL MY PHOTOS HAS CRASHED.

this was taken just before it died.

so juliostyle says he's training for a biathlon.
i said, i thought you were straight.

the little things.

so between watching 2 seasons of dexter and 1 season of califonication
ive decided to pick up my gibby and start fingering her again. she
is reluctant, i can tell because shes is cutting me right up. a silent
protest. what irony.

so what do you do? change her strings. a short story long, i went in
for a set of strings and ended up with a fender vintage tube amp.
a tube amp is something ive lusted after for sometime. 'oh yes
it will be mine'. just a baby wailer in my room for the off season.

is feeling like a nice relaxed night.

a hot tub, oils and slow visual blow job.

bored of this journal thing.
its been a few years.

ill have to post something controversial
or show some tit.

something something something.