This must be one of the most self-aware blog out there. I mean, can I WRITE a post that doesn't refer to the act of blogging? Could I BE any more annoying? As a side effect, I think way too much about blogging. Way too much meaning a couple minutes a day. What exactly is the line when it comes to pesonal stuff. I mean there's a good chance someone I'm related to might read this stupid thing. I don't exactly want kindly old Aunt Mabel reading about how I railed my girlfriend for four hours yesterday. How I ate her out until my jaw ached. I think that kind of thing is crossing the line. But that's just me. There are others, I've read them, that post in graphic detail. They probably get off on relating their sexual escapades. As they're laying there, fucking or being fucked, they probably can't wait till it's over and they can blab all about it. The thought of blogging about the sex that they are having (that word never looks right to me. I always want to add an e) probably gets them that much more excited. There are some sick people out there. I wish i knew some of them. I hear they're easy.
Me? I just want some sex.
If my mom is reading this, by "sex" I mean a new TV. I just want some a new TV.
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