Sputtered out the last of my glaucoma medication two days ago. Can't afford the refills till payday tomorrow. Gettin real hard convincing myself not to jack tourists and the drunk bridge and tunnel crowd for cash. Bleh. Fuck, anyway, think actually the malaise I am exhibiting is a withdrawal result from my broke chump ass unable to scrape the nickles together for eyedrops.

Slept for maybe three hours last night. Dizzy and alarming zingy tingly just below the surface jolts of pain travelling from different parts of my body. Immediately constructed a sleep scenario in my imagination that had me fall victim to a stroke moments after returning to slumberland. Rationalised that since a phone repairman would be ringing my horns of the apocalypse buzzer just as I would be deep in dream state, possibly shocking my emminent system failure into action, that I would curl up under the couch blanket and watch miserable day welcoming television in lieu of sleep. Possible cause of head melt number two: sleep deprivation.

Secondhand smoke am a bitch. Wrestled with entire posse for launching towards a pack of Nat Shermans. Diligent pals not allowing me break my nicotine abstinence. Course, these chimneys suck back enough ash that after hanging with them for most of the night I basically smoked half a pack anyway. Junky kernel leak. Addiction switch activated. Grumpy fiending fucker personality in place. Anyone want me to claw their lips off?

Continual chick confusion. If I am actually enamored with this woman, and holy buddha nailed to a crucifix I think I am, then something has got to breach the dam. I'm exhaling more frustration than carbon dioxide. Clobbered by her lovliness, and panting with desire to make her squeal various animal kingdom howls of delight. But, I'm afraid that when we do get down to actually fucking ( I have no idea people, I'm trying to cattleprod my animal into submission to allow an actual relationship to possibly take place, please stomp a mudhole in me ) that out of resent for her stringing me along, I will nail her through the ceiling into the upstairs neighbors. Great springloaded doubledongs! Maybe I'm fucking lovesick. Lordy chunderbus. It ain't right. Laws of mackitude are being unnaturally subverted.

Possibility that I am ignoring is side effects from weeks of usage of a dietary supplement. Okay, that's the company's silly fucking euphamism. It's dick enlarging pills.

Few things about my pre-enhancement cock. Fully erect it was five and a half inches, satisfyingly thick, and had a slight banana g-spot hitting curve to it. Not pornstar proportions, but I've always was thankful that I wasn't swinging a two inch gerkin or a pencil thin flea penetrator. Poor craftsman that blaims his tool kind of thing. In summation the majority of chicks that I slid up into didn't complain. But, fuck it, get homie up to seven plus some extra girth, and have a better tool in my belt. Best part, its actually working. Worst part, I'm thinking about how much the chick I'm doting after will enjoy it. Arrrrrrgh. Anyway, at this moment I will shake spanky junior's increasing shaft, this one's for you little buddy.

Hopefully I am carrying a contamination emergency bug that will quarantine this company out of business for a while. You can thank me later for the reduction in pop-up ads when you piss on my grave. Maybe a tale of puke monkey wrenches is on the horizon.