Very boring day yesterday. I have a couple of textures to do but they are the type of textures that I have done fucking hundreds of times before so it's just a routine, a very boring routine.
Was reading about how geese and other birds latch on to the first thing they see when they hatch. Apparently Konrad Lorenz (read two of his books, kind of Austrian doctor dolittle of his day) used to have a troop of geese following him around everywhere as he was there when they hatched (dunno why like, maybe they were orphan eggs). That had me chuckling, I'd love my own little troop of geese to follow me everywhere. I loved reading his books where he talks about his experiences with animals, one bit he mentions how one of the female monkeys that lived with him would often take one of the cats kittens up a tree and sit and mother it as she couldn't reproduce. What an ace house that sounds, dogs, cats, geese, monkeys and whatever else he had. There's a top bit in one of his books where he describes his 'dog day', swimming across the Danube with his dog and just walking and relaxing with his dog on the other side before making their way back late afternoon. It just sounded like a perfect day.
There were two cats (at least I think they were) shagging outside my bedroom window when I went to bed, it was a quite frightening racket that went on for fucking ages. Suppose it's understandable considering the barbed penis and all.
At last it was the final of Hells Kitchen USA. I didn't realise when I started watching that the fucking thing was one hour and 40 minutes long. I could watch a film in that time you shits! It was ok, I just wanted to make sure the slapable woman didn't win. And she didn't. But I knew that already as I couldn't resist a look at the website during the day. Regretted it as I would have been able to justify wasting an hour and forty minutes if I hadn't known. Also did lots of reading.
I set myself a bit of a silly task. I thought how about I try not to wank for a week? Just thought it would be an interesting challenge of restraint. I remember as a young teen going away to the lakes for an outdoor activity holiday I was filled with dread at the prospect of going a week without a wank, as it was definitely not possible in a huge dorm. My extreme youthful enthusiasm had to be kept in check for a whole week. It wasn't too long after i had discovered the magic of wanking. I don't remember the first time I thought 'well, why not give that bash?'. Does anyone? But once the masturbatory pandora's box was opened, there was certainly no going back. I can remember getting home from the lakes and needing to unleash as soon as possible. It feels pathetic to be at the whim of your cock and balls, but that is so often the way as a man. I don't like it, which I guess is why I set myself this challenge from Sunday.
I carried a peeled carrot all the way in to work. A kiwi fruit in the fridge.
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