Happy New Year! Fifteen years wasn’t enough, and forty-one years have been far too much. And here I am, well, Virgil and I facing 2026 in a few hours. I’m not happy. And I’m not afraid… Well, any more than usual. So what’s next? 2026, Virgil, Will B.
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Journey 183 ~2026, Virgil, Will B~
Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And I’m not talking about being back on the energy shots and getting lunch at the food truck.
I swear, Inspector, that place is getting worse and worse. Speaking of which, there’s 2026.
Happy New Year! Happy Effing New Year, Inspector. There’s a few hours until, It’s Time!
Effing Mariah Carey! Yes, I’m effing horny! How else would I spend this last day?
Humiliations Galore! Okay, “got me feelin’ like a prisoner. Like a stranger in a no named town.” “No Easy Way Out,” of this this year, yon mortal coil, or the yearning to be with my loves, Braxton, M Anime, hell, the man in the effing mirror. But wait, some Inspector.
So I didn’t shower, but I still went to the Day Job. Eww! There was humiliation and boredom. I walked Virgil and had lunch. I tried not to jerk off.
“Fill my lungs with fear, and I EXHALE!”
It’s My Turn To Fly, The Urge
It’s getting harder… Again, Eww! With MAGA and the Cracker Hats, it’s incredible we aren’t all criminal masterminds. FDT! But I have a particular set of skills. Or rather, I’m learning the tips of the trade. The Augmentation of Reality. The Magic Effing Glasses, E.
But you won’t catch me with a pair of 2016 shades. Today I was seeing M Anime’s wedding. She said she was planning her nuptials for January. I remember the end, Echo…
Sunday, January 31, 2021. My boy passed. My Braxton? Another sin, Inspector? Tears?
There’ve been a few, but that was out of boredom. If anything, I don’t need a drink as I feel I’m going to throw up anyway. Damn energy shot. Or should I blame the shrimp?
How’s that for a New Year’s resolution? Or more books. I only read fifty, Inspector.
According to Goodreads, Kindle, the algorithm, whatever. Inspector! Shame correct? First, M Anime’s naughty effing fantasies didn’t count and got mixed with the list. Sigh…
So two more books before midnight? But how about twelve wishes? The ritual? Dear Echo.
If pressed here and now… I can’t bring Braxton back. And Virgil can’t be him. M Anime isn’t coming back. I could finally be discovered. I can study up on “technology.” I could join Braxton any day. Uh, that’s not good. I could find someone better than M Anime. Uh Ravishment/Sadism Fantasies… Not effing likely! That’s only six. I expect more from 2026… Happy New Year! 2026, Virgil, Will B
1795 Days Without B III, Day 1236 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will
