2.19.2014

My Heart

Woowaaaweewaa. My Heart Stopped. Last night while watching The Negotiator, my chest got really tight. I don't know what it was. Stress, asthma, early warning of heart disease. Whatever it is, it was a little scary.

For those of you keeping score at home, that's the first time I've been afraid of dying in about a decade. You know, instead of welcoming it. So I guess that's a good thing. Chalk one up for therapy, eh.

In general I'm not scared of dying, but I don't want to go like that. Slow and agonizing. Hell no. So I started taking all my asthma medicine like a good boy. Albeit a good boy with underdeveloped lungs. And this morning I got an egg-white and cheddar sandwich on a whole wheat bagel. Not the healthiest fare, I know, but better than the pastrami breakfast burrito or grilled cheese with bacon I usually get.


I've been high and dry for a while, but one of the things I miss about porn is that lovely Sydney Moon. She's so pretty. Her eyes are sexier than most adult stars entire naked bodies. Her face is a work of art.

She's rumored to be a very bright woman. A psych major, working her way through school. Doesn't do penetration. Picked a decent stage name. And her body is incredible and all-natural.

I can't even see her eyes anymore because no one's classy enough to make a PG-13 site dedicated to her. You flesh-hungry bastards. God, I'm jealous. Sorry you had to see that.

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