Log 127 ~Happy Write, Willing Wife~

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NaNoWriMo season and I fear I’m falling behind, but what is my pretty wife up to, and my little dæmon buddy is bored, but I’m only 10,000 words out of 50,000 and as Ariel is singing in the background, “I want more.” “Happy Write, Willing Wife,” maybe

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Log 127 ~Happy Write, Willing Wife~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and it all started with writing. I’m not going to lie, oh yes, there will be fiction, but I won’t lie to you. You’re aware that I’m a hard man to get to know. You don’t need my writing to tell you that. You can check my Spotify playlist, my Watchlist, and Goodreads for books. When’s the last time I picked up a book that wasn’t my own? Now that brings us to today, and no, I’m not leaving to go and pick up a box of smokes. I hate smoking but smoke signals, you might need them sometime this month.

It’s only three months out of every year, but November is the Big One, NaNoWriMo. Despite my various business ventures, writing is the only one where I cut myself off from the rest of the world. Didn’t I tell you about my dream about the beach? I’m writing I don’t know what while you and the children play and soon I can’t help but join you. Hell, we have done that, but today isn’t the day. I remember Nas rapped something about Hip Hop being his first wifey. So it is with my writing. Is that what I’m trying to tell you or maybe myself. Despite everything I have been through with writing, I can’t give it up for anybody; it’s my dream. What about everything else? I’m not sure at this moment, but a man’s family comes first. Strange that GTA V reinforces that idea. I’ll always put my family above everything, My Love.

Only this month and maybe over the summer, I have this discipline. I’m not asking for your permission. In this movie “Get On The Bus,” a man says you don’t run around a woman; he tells her how things are, and you deal. I must sound like such a fanboy, and I’m sure the NaNoWriMo crew wouldn’t like me saying this. One more reason I’m a writer; this is my world. It’s like a business trip this month, locking myself in a room, well I’ll still be beside you every night. Sure, I’ll be surrounded by my other best sellers and buried in notes. I always want to be a better man for you, but if you catch me slacking this month, it’s not forever.

I love you, I love this, Happy Write, Willing Wife.

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Log 126 ~Pillows Are Stronger Than Most~

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Up against the wall mother, well no, back against the pillow, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon unless I get hungry enough, and right now it’s my stomach versus my head; try harder fridge. “Pillows Are Stronger Than Most”

Monday, November 4, 2019

Log 126 ~Pillows Are Stronger Than Most~

Hundred And Ninth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but wiser words? Today’s rule is the perfect example because I had such plans for this afternoon. Like something out of 500 Days of Summer, the Expectations versus Reality scene. In that world, this conversation has come and gone, and I’m working on The “Wrist” Of Playing Chronos. I was even all fired up because of my Motivations. Madam Justice, to be honest, the Day Job is getting worse, but I was working pretty damn hard (LANGUAGE). Only I come back to the house and oh pillows.

I believe when I wrote Rule 109, I meant it more as a state of sadness. Considering what was on my mind in the shower, I would have every right to be Madam. Hell, cut me some slack. I didn’t even get three hours of uninterrupted shut-eye. Now, of course, I wish I could say it was worth it, the sacrifice. How’s NaNoWriMo going this month? Well, am I going to hit today’s goal before the end of tonight? What about the STUPID idea? (Shudders) About using a different letter of the alphabet for each chapter? Here take a look:

Chapter I Buttons, All Shapes and Sizes B
Chapter II Tight Type Of Time Management T
Chapter III Hands Across An American Girl H
Chapter IV Put Your Clothes On Chronos C
Chapter V Gears Looking At You Kid G

Whose Line Is It Anyway, Things you can say about and to your pillow but not your girlfriend? I suck at improv Madam Justice. Speaking of the things that I miss watching “His Dark Materials.” You know I barely watch wrestling as is, but I’m going to use that as an excuse to quit writing.

Madam Justice, I’m supposed to be writing about pillows right. Well, this is more Inspector’s Justice’s and Dirty Diana’s thing, but do you know what I once did with pillows? Did I throw away all that porn, hmm? Okay, let’s stay positive; pillows have held me up more than most people and are more readily available. My little dæmon, of course, is always on a quest for more comfy spots. You would think due to my constant naps; I would take better care shopping for pillows. My therapist, my temptations, and the better part of most days considering this moment?

People, Madam Justice, well no. What about my dreams, nightmares Pillows Are Stronger Than Most.

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Log 125 ~The Will Of Chronos~

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I’m running out of time tonight, but of course it’s NaNoWriMo season, which means no sleep until I at least hit the minimum goal, and for a non-erotic story, I know way too much “Adult Entertainment,” The Will Of Chronos

Sunday, November 3, 2019

Log 125 ~The Will Of Chronos~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you need to be a busier man. Not a businessman ahem (Bane’s Voice) “That comes later.” Right now, I know what you’re thinking, that you deserve some time, you have a window. Now, this is Lady Sophia’s bag, but there’s work.

“The Wrist of Playing Chronos”

The protagonist deals first with the relationship between him and a teacher. It’s a younger and older relationship and also illegal. You’re thinking some in terms of Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate but be serious. Bible Black’s Hiroko Takashiro or Sayaka Ichinose from Cleavage. As you continue with elements of time, there’s prison time. The protagonist confronts a victim of a modeling agent/pornographer. Maisie Williams plays the younger victim. Still, the protagonist is the victim to the older woman, okay.

The computer program Prometheus that was in “Apocalypse Rush.” It can now transform into Mnemosyne to fit “The Creator’s” taste for beautiful women. Having awakened to set off the events of Apocalypse Rush. It experiences birth and the prospect of immortality. The cult has yet to be named, but they are preparing for the end of the world themselves. Your inspiration comes from Far Cry 5, monster dogs, zombies, a prophet. Before you forget, who could guess Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 009 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 002 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Firstborn Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Failed

Back to zero, but you’re 9,000 words into NaNoWriMo. Continuing with “The Wrist of Playing Chronos,” keep saying it to make the novel come alive. Anyway, The cult kidnapped a doctor who created “The Question Of Chronos.” A watch that well; who knows who’s reading these ideas. Now they also have her daughter inspired by Misha Cross in A Whirlwind Of Wickedness! (Jimslip). You’ve been having difficulty nailing down the mother. Well Miki Hirayama from Desperate Carnal Housewives, aka Hitozuma Ryojoku Sankanbi. Speaking of even more “opportunities” Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Firstborn Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

If you’re looking for more inspiration, Enbi Vol. 01 and 02 are pretty good.
http://www.animecharactersdatabase.com/source.php?id=103938#characters.

Last but not least, Hazel, find (Xviutrt). It’s quite clear what you’re “researching,” but for once, this is not an erotic story. I suppose that will keep plenty of characters alive for other follow-up stories. Yeah, you couldn’t say that with a straight face. If you were to be safe, hmm, the tale is about a watch ending up on the wrong hand. Somebody is asking more questions than “what time is it” easy enough. Only you know what to do, The Will Of Chronos.

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Log 124 ~The Intercision Of Will~

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When you get two notices from Norton in two weeks, you don’t want to trust anybody, and what about other decisions, it’s like I’m being ripped apart, cut to ribbons, and my little Dæmon is exhausted with my lack of choices. The “Intercision” Of Will.

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Log 124 ~The Intercision Of Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I don’t want to lie to you. I want to be honest as not to add negative vibes to the universe. Well, that was fun while it lasted. I only had to reread the title once more. Yes, My Lady, the negativity starts early, which explains why I’m so late this morning in our conversation. Today’s problem stems from my indecision, but didn’t I write “Intercision?” Not a fan of the series “His Dark Materials,” well neither am I, the show I mean until December. It starts on November 4th.

Do you know that song “1st of Tha Month,” it’s when I like to pay my bills, then or the end. So I said I was going to sign up for HBO so I could start watching His Dark Materials and maybe Game Of Thrones. Again I’m late, and I’m also a coward or a Scrooge. Take your pick. Next, we have No Nut November, that I’ve lost twice thanks to my habit of Alliteration. Yes Lady Lu I’m blaming English, and also well I better make a LONG list:

  1. Kagney Linn Karter in Delinquents (2010)
  2. Misha Cross in A Whirlwind Of Wickedness! (Jimslip)
  3. Cherry
  4. Sansa Stark, Arya Stark from GOT

Well, not that long, but the Stark sisters remind me of my NaNoWriMo novel, presently untitled. I’m even bringing back Prometheus from “Apocalypse Rush” and of course, the protagonist. Damn (LANGUAGE) might as well be Taki Minase from Bible Black. Arya or rather Maisie Williams will be the love interest. Finally, I need to create a cult that worships the idea of the fear of time, does that make sense.

No, I didn’t think so, but somehow I can come up with a fake world quicker than deciding on my life. I wanted to upgrade one of my drives, but that’s because I want more porn to fit. Why bother to attempt to finish out the month. Here we go again with my problem making any one decision. My little Dæmon is lying here as exhausted as his human. Let’s see how long I keep calling my Firstborn that, see if it takes. If anything, I feel separated from myself, and since I did 4,600 words yesterday I could afford rest. Now the answer is no, though, but you know with The Intercision Of Will.

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Log 123 ~Writing To The Will~

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With all this writing on the brain, I didn’t have time to mention two of my greatest fears this morning; one more thing to be grateful for, but I’ll see how I feel around 10:00 AM only then I should find myself lost to my words. “Writing To The Will”

Friday, November 1, 2019

Log 123 ~Writing To The Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and still, I say to you, Happy NaNoWriMo. If I had all the money in the world, my writing isn’t going anywhere. Yes, I heard what I said, and with the chance of sounding like Trump, you know what I mean. I’m like Finn from Great Expectations, that’s the 1998 movie for those paying attention. Do you know how long I gave up writing only to come back to it? Well, this morning an hour late but Eric Thomas wakes up at 3:00 AM. My motivations say to wake up at 4:00 AM and to start the day with gratitude so.

I’m grateful that I haven’t awoken to an Ant Invasion. You know me far too well, Lady Sophia, the BUT is that it hasn’t been twenty-four hours even. In the kitchen, there’s already a box of ant killers, and I ordered more. Now that leads me to more gratitude as in Chinese food delivery and Walmart shopping. Okay, but I’m spending even more money because I don’t want to get it myself ever. I already told you it’s NaNoWriMo season, so why am I looking at a copy of Fallout 4? Today I’m expecting Far Cry 5, and you know I get Motion Sickness. Speaking of sickness, I’m thankful for non-recurring payments. Teen Starlet cut off my access, yay. Of course, they did that while I was in the process of downloading one more girl. Fifty-Nine in total, so I got most of who I wanted, so plenty of inspiration.

So like those witches, I started to talk about, but that was in another novel. What about the one I should be writing after our conversation. Whenever I decide to leave temptation, hell, I could have gotten a lot more sleep. Strangely that’s what this story might be saying. Only a little less sleep and a lot more Chronomentrophobia. Why is everyone I write about so much smarter, stricter, and even sexually adept? Am I trying to tell myself something? I say that about my dreams all the time, and last night it was about a marriage. Indiana Gone was also in it and a bag of Mesquite Barbecue Chips. Her faith and all the junk food I’m going to need to get this done. How about characters, protagonist, doctor, love interest, someone else, etc.

SIGH, Writing To The Will.

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Log 122 ~Will Haunts The Racks~

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Yabbos sounds like a brand of candy, but any Hocus Pocus fans might get upset because they know what I’m talking about; still, there are so many masks tonight, and we all know what some use Halloween for right? “Will Haunts The Racks.”

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Log 122 ~Will Haunts The Racks~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana
I AM a Billionaire right now, and there’s no such thing as too many bucks, bears, or breasts. Can you consider it sacrilege that there is not one piece of candy in this house? I’m all out of sour gummy bears, and if kids came ringing, well I wouldn’t hear them anyway. The doorbell doesn’t work, my right ear is all screwy, and here’s one more B for you, I have a brain. Between NaNoWriMo, Norton, and Nuts, there is too much going on this Halloween.

Well, Dirty Diana, that’s part of the reason I’m not still downloading “covered Yabbos” there’s so much to go over. Hell, there’s never enough bucks for sexy Yabbos; not a Hocus Pocus Fan? Not a bad movie but something I didn’t need to know about it was Thora Birch. Now given my proclivity to witches and no I refuse to show you “those” witchy pictures. Anyway, you remember how I stared at Thora Birch when she grew up for American Beauty? Now those ladies and gentlemen were incredible breasts. It must be the same for people who watched Arya Stark played by Maisie Williams growing up. I remember General Hospital. Once Sabrina dressed up in a pink frilly nightgown with pigtails. Next, you see little Emma in the same outfit, so yeah, that fantasy is forever ruined. What about Cherry, SIGH. The beat goes on.

You’re asking me on today of all days it is All Hallows’ Eve mind you. Why aren’t I talking about masks, faces, horror? What’s scarier than a truck driver wearing a tutu, with a dildo up his ass? What, some books stick with you and Dennis Hof was quite descriptive. Thursdays I’m supposed to “be myself,” and for now that’s a man who likes boobs. Don’t ask me why and don’t be racist, saying I should choose asses, though I get it, closer to the goal. One more thing I should be planning on, that 50,000-word goal, and I couldn’t get it up to go outside. Now Yabbos do that for me, no doubt. I wasn’t thinking about Thora Birch’s boobs in The Walking Dead but Cassady McClincy, aka Lydia? Yes, I looked up her age “safety.” There are lots of slutty costumes tonight. You know how I’m one for cosplay, cash, and maybe I’ll close my mouth, send candy.

Only Will Haunts The Racks.

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Log 121 ~Comes From Week Willed~

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We’re only midway through the week, and instead of wanting everyone else to shut up, for once, I’m inclined to take my advice; okay yeah, people at the Day Job still talk too much. Come From Week Willed, the need for communication

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Log 121 ~Comes From Week Willed~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM A Billionaire right now, my daily, weekly, hell 365 thought. It’s a sin that I’m not doing more to make it happen, indeed living it at all. Inspector Echo it’s like I tell everyone at the day job, “Another Day” am I going to look up “RENT” the musical? We’ll get to everything I’ve been looking up. Why the delay? Now that’s the biggest sin for the middle of the week, me and my big mouth. I know I’m usually so late talking to you and the other girls. It is far better to keep everything in, but right now?

The more things change, the more they stay the same “THEY” preach. Do you remember how I got started, I found out Kaelin from TTB had passed away? Next thing you know, TTB takes away her sets, but she had a few on Teen Starlet. So as we speak, I’m downloading as many girls collections that remain; so far, 42 girls, not even half. How do I expect to get NaNoWriMo done? Well, my subscription ends tomorrow, and NaNoWriMo begins Friday. I have no inkling what to write about, and I’m still upset about my T-Shirt. Am I one to be talking about clothes or women now. The past two days, I’ve snapped at two. I haven’t heard from Indiana Gone in days. Out of the blue, I realized I haven’t spoken to “Okay.” Now what about Cherry, well damn.

A greater man than me once said: “(Will) shut the fuck up” (LANGUAGE). Don’t get me wrong, Inspector Echo, the Basic Bitch, was right. I was skeevy; I still hate that word honestly. MILF Dos stripped for me and said dirty things but didn’t like how I talked to her. The Rainbow Girl was right; I can be scary though I was nothing but kind to her. Now we have Cherry that says I’m repeating everything; other guys say wanting to get into her panties. Officially, Inspector, I don’t know how to talk to women, NEWSFLASH. No wonder I’m working on my porno collection, well modeling whatever. My tongue is weak, and my fingers are much too fast. Why do you think I want the Dead to march, or yearn for a world like A Quiet Place? My motivations today were talking about imagining what you want but saying it?

Sorry, Comes From Week Willed.

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Log 120 ~The Will Of Disney~

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You know I like Disney, even though they got Star Wars as a part of their “New Empire” yes I quoted Anakin, sue me and I’m sure they would, but again I’m a Disney Fan, and there is plenty of love there. The Will Of Disney or maybe “Wheel Of Destiny.”

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Log 120 ~The Will Of Disney~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what’s Disney worth nowadays. The idea of bringing such happiness and joy to people is astounding. Let me count the ways you do such things to me, My Love. So perhaps I should envy you, and no, I won’t quote that song from Jay Z.

What I mean is you know my business dealings. I pride myself on being an “Adult Disneyland.” That’s something else I’ve been thinking about only recently. How these wives never seem to know their husbands.

Lord Of War was one thing, Daniel LaRusso and his wife is another. You know I idolize Dennis Hof, and “THEY” called him “The P.T. Barnum of Booty.” He didn’t lie to his women, and I won’t lie to you. Okay, not the best example, noted, but these men did what they loved and loved who they loved. I love you, and I want to see you happy. So today, I’m going through my playlists (big surprise), and I have one devoted to Disney. You know one of my best friends got married in an all-round Disney affair. I hope I make her proud because I told her I would get married when the Dead walked the Earth. One more reason I love you baby girl, you chose me before any zombie apocalypse. Anyway, I keep getting off-topic, so I keep listening to these songs.

I Just Can’t Wait To Be King, Prince Ali, and (sniffles) God Help The Outcasts. Now my motivations often speak of the “willingness” to serve, to help others. I think of you, how sometimes I should shut up and Kiss the Girl. Love, I want to show you A Whole New World. The man that I want to be for you; I look in the mirror (gasps), and I say to myself, “He Lives In You.” Hell, anything beats the old slave mentality I have at the Day Job, Zip- A- Dee-Doo-Dah. You’re the type of woman who is the perfect example of Lesson Number One for our girls. I am a father, but I want all our kids to know like “our” Firstborn, You’ve Got a Friend in Me, or a Friend Like Me ha. It’s safe to say we will visit Disneyworld and Disneyland and not only for Star Wars; another gasp, lovely.

To be a good man, yours, The Will Of Disney.

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Log 119 ~Happiness Is Just Being Yourself~

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Am I happy today, this second, nope, but I’m still glad; I’m finishing up today, there is food in the freezer, my kid is resting, TWD reactions are badass, and I’m not all horny, the thing is I believe. Happiness Is Just Being Yourself

Monday, October 28, 2019

Log 119 ~Happiness Is Just Being Yourself~

Hundred And Eighth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but does that make me happy? Sometimes I like to think I’m different from other guys, and then I talk to Cherry or MILF Dos. How many mornings has it been where I’ll say I’ll do better? Well, it’s 5:00 PM, and I’m not reading but talking to you. I don’t mean that as an offense, but I should be elsewhere. Hell, I never thought I would make it this far. I hate that it bears repeating, but I’m not suicidal. Today’s lyrics would be, “I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad,” true.

Take, for example, last night, SIGH; I broke my NO FAP rule. Call me crazy, anything but happy, but a woman saying, “I want you to feel me cum on your dick” (LANGUAGE). I know today isn’t Thursday, but that was my unfurling. Sometime this afternoon, I was talking to Cherry about old journals. You remember I wrote some hateful stuff once upon a time and got arrested, Juvenile Detention. Of course, the porno, which is the last journal I showed her, didn’t do me any favors. I might as well be like those guys that send “penis portraits.” I remember what I would write to the Basic Bitch “Skeevy” and even when I tried to be kind like to the Rainbow Girl. The cops have a point; I have the right to remain silent or not considering the company.

There is a song that says, “happiness is a warm gun” let’s not go down that road, though. Sex makes me happy, no doubt. You want me to be happy myself, books, brothels, and bucks. The only three B’s more vital to me belong to my Firstborn. How many times do I need to say it, I want to live the life of Dennis Hof. I could go through quite a few names, but wouldn’t they all be sex icons? My motivations though talk often enough of being happy this very moment. I would be satisfied if I weren’t checking my phone every second of the day. Now didn’t that start in September, perhaps? The thing is, worrying, obsessing, fearing, is all I am. So if these things don’t make me happy, then I don’t like myself wouldn’t you say?

I am trying like hell though Madam Justice, to be a man worthy of happiness. Happiness Is Just Being Yourself.

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Log 118 ~Will, You’ve Eight Enough~

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One weekend it was so many miles, and this weekend it was so many downloads, and I was only hoping for eight hours of sleep, and when I got that well, it still wasn’t enough; I’m so greedy. Will, You’ve Eight Enough

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Log 118 ~Will, You’ve Eight Enough~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but as always, you want more. Today’s first question has to be, why wasn’t eight hours enough. Be honest, at least seven, Cherry is a pretty girl, and that’s that. Speaking of beautiful girls how about this weekend’s current project? Twenty-One girls so far, and that’s not even close to the whole archive. There’s another collection, what about NaNoWriMo, novels, and t-shirts. Yeah, you’re still angry about losing that t-shirt while traveling.

I would say you should sleep on it but eight hours? You have to take better care of yourself, especially to make it through NaNoWriMo. Hell, I had two days, and I couldn’t carve a path through all those emails. What about reading? Dale Carnegie is pretty damn wise (LANGUAGE), but are you? If anything, you’re tired, tense, and tempted. Can’t you say you’re only sick like you’re Firstborn, this weather? You won’t even turn on the heat because you fear another ant invasion and with how you’ve been working lately? Did you forget about Indiana Gone’s wedding gift and birthday present? How about you stop trying to get Cherry to take her clothes off? There’s also the idea of attempting to entice MILF Dos. Your head’s not full of rocks but coins and what about the little head in keeping with Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 009 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Firstborn Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Failed

What does it take to be #1, trust me it’s not looking at porn all day? Dennis Hof had brothels full of ladies, this weekend you have a file. Oh, should we talk about data? Any day now, you’re expecting another email from Norton? What about work having to sign up for HEALTH benefits. Now living this way, no doubt, is pretty brutal, and let’s not talk about any medical problems. Okay, this is the third time you’re mentioning Cherry, but if she isn’t effecting one head, it’s the other. You can’t go into work and talk because you know where that will lead you? Accept the inevitable, how close are you to that principle. Why not try gratitude? You’re not hungry you’re only tired? Every moment when your hands aren’t elsewhere, SIGH. You’re getting things done, Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 009 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Firstborn Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

It’s somewhat like rehab, and you know people who have survived that so another week maybe? You don’t have that kind of time now. Fifty thousand words, I hope you enjoyed; Will, You’ve Eight Enough.

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