Im pissed off. The problem is partly to do with not wanting to do anything and having too much to do and knowing theres no money because I have no job and Im 2 or 3 kilos too fat so my wife wont stop nagging me about it. I hate being told what to do, I hate it even more when its said more than once. I hate someone trying to explain something to me that I know all too well. As a matter of fact, I hate everything. Id like to have my own little apartment sometimes. If I was a published writer, Id have a place that was for me only. Somewhere like the middle of a forest or an uninhabited island. I dont think Id need any luxuries. A little of something to eat and clean water and some way to wash up. Im not too sure if I like it here anymore. Today, not too much, I dont like my wife today. But I might not like anyone else if they where here. Though I feel I need to write a few more things, I might rather have a more physically demanding mission. Perhaps Ill go visit a war torn country and fight for survival. Or in the wilderness with a few hand tools. Id like to build a hut. Even in a tree. Be alone for 6 months then have a few nymphomaniacs visit for a week, then piss off. I tell you something else her Krissy. Im also pissed off that no one misses me anymore. Especially you. But it was something else that pisses me off and now I forgot so Im wondering if Im at all properly pissed off or Im just bored and cant decide how to be and pissed off is an easy one. Truth is, though I sometimes cant stand my wife, other times I cant image her not loving me. Most anyone knows theres nothing better than love. I hate that too. I know what I was going to tell you. Im not too optimistic about finding a publisher. They dont want the risk of a new writer if it isnt a book from the latest popular shit movie, like this Evita. Okay, is was well done but Andrew pisses me off making all his musicals the same. Of course I only know the music from Jesus Shit Superfuck but it was all the same. Maybe I missed the point. Anyhow, what I wanted to say is that unless you write a film or a porno, you aint going to get out there. So Im writing a porno. It has nothing but sex. And its not going to have much more than that. The little slut needs sex and shes going to get it from her girl friends, strangers and fuck if I know. I hate it as well. Ill hate it even more if its published and my other works of literature not. In fact, Im going to stay pissed of until my novels are published. Either that or have children. At my age its almost too late. Im not yet 40 but Ive been jaded many years and it might be too much for a child. Although children have their way of being cute. That pisses me off as well, how a kitten can be so cute. Im glad Im allergic to cats or Im sure wed have one. I think I need something different. I know moving somewhere wont help, Ive done that often enough to know. I want a different me. Though I know its not nice to kill people, Id like to be a trained assassin. Do a year of training, then get some well paid assignments. Maybe I could shoot those people that throw bombs at women who want to have abortions. Im not big on abortions and Im not a woman so I wouldnt be in a position to know but if a 14 year old girl thinks she wants an abortion rather than having an unwanted child, thats her right to decide, as far as I can see, so if someone thinks it aint her right and wants to blow her up to make their point about pro-life, Id shot em. I mean, if it was my job. Id shoot a few other people as well, if it was my job. Id want the right to not shoot someone if I thought it wasnt proper to shoot em. Id shoot many people though. I think it would be fun. Im not sure how long it would be fun. It would certainly suck the small one if there were people shooting at me. People who write shit down, dont need to be shot.
I was thinking of your big sister the other day. I was thinking how I would like to have sex with her. She was such a hot little bitch. Theres something about a hot little bitch like her that pisses me off yet makes me horny. There are many people Id love to have sex with but theyd differ in motivation. Like little Eva. I just simply love her so much Id like to kiss her all over and have her lye on me all day and tell me things. Sometimes, of course, I think sex is dumb. Ive thought that ever since I could remember. What was the point of breaking your nuts to get laid? I couldnt see the point. On the other hand it sure can be shitty sometimes to not have a good fuck. A good hug is almost as good. Thats something I miss here. I dont get hugged nearly enough. Sure from Wiebke but I need many people to like me. This of course contradicts what I said at the start of this entry but fuck it. Im not writing to make everything clear and to, well whatever. Im going to go get stoned and drunk even if I dont smoke and seldom drink very little. Maybe Ill get into a fight. Or smash things. Or, well see. My guess is that itll fade and Ill go play some table soccer, say Ficken and Sheisse a few times and thatll be it.
_bunnie stop_
We had supper. It was pretty tasty. Wiebke tries new recipes out of the Brigitte quite often. She does a good job. I didnt feel like telling her I liked it because I didnt want her to say naturlich. That would have pissed me off. So she said, Dont you like it? That pissed me off a bit but I was ready and waiting for it. Ive come to expect negative statements from her. If something is up her ass, she stinks all day. Until she goes out and has a new face on. What pissed me off more, the first I sloughed off quite easy, was that I had left 4 pieces of mushroom when I was finished. Now for 33 years that hasnt been a problem. My parents never forced me to eat anything I didnt want. And I find that any other method of conduct is somewhat fuckin retarded. Wiebke of course comes from a family where the parents were kids during the 2nd world war. It was not too pretty here in Germany. Things werent so good before they had the shit bombed out of them. It was grim. Wiebkes mother often licks the plate clean, as does Wiebke quite often. Food is not to be wasted. I have no trouble with that either. But the war is 50 years over here, Germans have lots of food and if I dont want to lick my plate clean, I wouldnt do it when I was 6, Im not going to be told to do it now. Not with anything less than the threat of torture or death. It pisses me off to be told more than once even if Ive asked the subject to be dropped. Why the fuck do people have to make other people be like them? Its a little different here in Germany. They are still not so foreigner friendly. Canadians are all right. But I dont want to go on this theme.
Do you mind knowing that I want to have sex with you? I dont need it to happen and under these circumstances its not likely, 8,000 km. Makes it safe, that it would. But I cant help the fact that I find you sexually attractive.
Well leave that as well. Its not that I have intentions; at my age one doesnt care about finding someone to copulate with. Especially when ones wife needs it.
Anyhow. Thats it for today. My shoulder is sore. You should still be my friend.
_bunnie stop_
Things are better today. Funny, I usually hate Sunday. I have to do my drivers test Tuesday. How bout a song.
Dont sleep on the sidewalk, Baby.
Dont fuck dead chickens.
Dont piss in your friends milkshake.
Dont shit on
Oh, fuck it. I cant concentrate. My poetic genius will have to nap. My elbow is sore. Both of them actually. I was reading a little Shakespeare before supper and noticed how he writes quite a bit like me. I wouldnt be surprised if hes used me as a model. I was talking to one of the people that know those things that cant be rightly understood; you know how because a duck flew by the moon when your mom was pregnant 6 weeks its a sign that your penis rising is your anus falling, thats of course if youre born in the moment when Jupiter and Mars are in line with fuck is this pen annoying, with the goddam stars. And any how, it turns out that my planets and stars indicate that I am a reincarnation of William Shakespeare. Now you may think I made this up, but I didnt. Its very true. Everything I say, stinks with the bitter rancidness of timeless truth. Remember what they say, Its a lot easier to fuck a goat. Im not sure why they said that but I suppose in a way its likely quite true, though maybe not for the goat. Well, lets wrap things up at that, and remember, Krissy, though a man be jaded and vile and full of wretchedness, he may still have a pretty cock. Just ask. Oh, I wanted to say something about Pattie before I got side tracked into an oranged jungle. Pattie was at the same agency. Shes just so dam sweet, that I cant bare not to hold her and kiss her. Of course, if shed let me, Id do a few other things. Nice things. But she gets in my head some times, as do other people and I just want you to tell her that Im thinking of her and though part of me wants her legs wrapped around my head and you and guess what all not, I also - I dont know. Can a man have an honest friendship with a beautiful, tall, sexy blond boom shell. If he said up front, Look Babe, you are a sexual fantasy in the flesh and Id like nothing better then to lick you and kiss you from head to toe, we can just be friends. Thats nice. But here I am, immer noch in Deutschland, shes not and was solls? Weiss du was? Okay, forget that fun. Do you think I should run for President of Canada? See, its not that I want to have sex with every woman I see on the street, its mostly old friends. Ive got this confusion in my head that its some kind of consummation, communion, sacred kind of rit. And in that sense should there be no confusion of motive. I was thinking of Chris. And how come when she danced on the bar with me that she didnt take me home and smother me in her luscious skin. So thats it for today. Till some other trouble arises.
by Joanne B. Washington
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