But now that classes have ostensibly started, life can resume its normalcy. All my New Year's resolutions are starting up in earnest today. I'm planning a salad for lunch, and am hoping to spend some time just futzing about downtown, making sure that I won't spend every day just watching tv in my room.
And, of course, jerking off.
I don't really have my own room at home. My sisters moved into my room, and so I stay in the computer room, which has a bed sort of in the corner. That computer, it should be mentioned, is dialup, so any hopes of hitting queerclick or tominparis are shot into a kleenex and thrown in the garbage.
Of course, it wasn't all so bad. I barely even noticed.
I was lying in bed one night, right after the new year, about to fall asleep, when I realized, "Wow. It's been a while. I suppose I should get on that." And get on that I did, more out of obligation than a spontaneous outburst of primal urges. It wasn't even that great of a load, really. It must have been a week or so building, but in the end it wasn't bigger than an average load. Thicker, yes, like filling a turkey baster with ranch dressing, but sizewise, nothing amazing.
But of course, I come back to my dorm Sunday afternoon. My sister drives me back, we go out for lunch and do a bit of shopping, I unpack and hit the websites I've been missing: the aforementioned queerclick, the bad boys, the way big, webpages that would have taken days to load on my dialup.
I found this picture on my
computer. I'm sure I meant to upload itearlier, but forgot or something.
I whipped out a load, and then unpacked some, and then whipped out another load, and then watched some tv, and then whipped out another. I probably would have whipped out another one except my roommate came back. Then he went out for a cigarette and I whipped out another load, just a quick "wham-bam, thank you forearm."
It wasn't even that I was blue-balling down to my knees, walking bow-legged. It just, I don't know, seemed like the thing to do.
Damn that high speed internet (though that's a topic for another day).
I dunno. I think the internet is a bad influence on me. The porn was there, my penis was nearby, my roommate wasn't around, it was just a convergence of opportunity and boredom, and well, it beats watching a rerun of Next.
So, the school year is starting. Time to start eating salads, doing more situps, getting out more, and getting off more.