Why did the chicken cross the road?

Because Jennifer Aniston was on the other side spread legged. Sopping wet pussy just begging for the little chicken to fuck her with his chicken fingers. Good morning everyone. Well it is an assumption on my part that it is a good morning. I haven't really given it a chance rto be anything yet. I got a nosebleed this morning out of nowhere. Strange. I never get nosebleeds. Who knows? I may have banged it in my sleep and not realized it. I know I dreamt a lot last night. But for some reason I can't pull any of it up and remember it. Sometimes I wake p remembering very vividly that I dreamed and what I dreamed about. But by the time I am fully awke. It is completely gone. I find it frusterating that I lose information from my own head. I got to figure out a better filing system. I got to pair things I generally wouldn't remember with things I would remember. But they of course have to be relevent to each other. I am trying to think of a good example. Well I guess a common one would be remembering someones name. I have trouble remembering peoples names that I have just met. I generally don't really log that information about someone unless they have made some sort of impact on me or I have been told a million times.

But now to remember names I just pair that person with someone I already know. That way I am using an already well logged memory to pull up a fairly new one. I want to be able to learn to do that with everything. There is so much information bouncing around in my sub-conscious that I can't access and it is frusterating. Especially since your brain does record everything you ever sense. It just prioritizes what information you will need again. I would like to get in the habit of everything being prioritized. It isn't like my mind couldn't handle it. Whenever I hear about the wonders of the human body. The power our minds have blows my mind. There are other people in my life who know a lot more about this subject. But I am starting to learn. I am fascinated by the perception of what I can't do. Because apperently "can't" should not exist in your vocabulary. There are lots of things I consider myself not able to do. But since my mind is convinced of that, is that why I can't? What I percieve are the limits of what I can do, are all created in my brain. I need to destroy those constructions.

I don't believe that I can ever do everything. But I definately think I have the ability to do a lot more then I am. Too much of my memory is being wasted on slogans and T.V. ads. Seems like I constantly have a commercial going through my head. It is pretty sad. Only today and tomorrow left then I finally have a day off. Though it is on a Tuesday. Dave was talking about maybe coming over today for when I am done work. Depends on what happens with Kayla and Seb and New York and Mother's Day. Those were the key points I picked up anyway. The rest doesn't really matter. I haven't talked to Nicole in a long time which is very strange. I hope she has been getting fucked this whole time and that is her excuse. If it isn't true I hope she lies to me and makes me think that is true nonetheless. Ottawa won last night in double O.T. That means over time ladies. It was a very intense game. It is going to be an intense series. Ottawa is going to win. I will tell you why. There penaty kill and power play are amazing. Buffalo sucks in both departments.

With the new rules and all the penalties being called, you are fucked if you aren't any good on a man up or man down. Ottawa's first goal of the series, the first goal of the series period was a short handed goal by Ottawa. That is a good way to gain momentum over the other team. Jimmy had his Smooth Music Party last night. I couldn't go due to being a working man. I am working my way to the point where I will work Monday to Friday. Get every weekend off. I am that kind of person who needs weekends off. My social life consists of travel and usually shit is always happening on weekends. I told Lesley about diva cups yesterday. Correct me if I spelled that wrong Kayla. I have only ever heard it said. I have never read it. They are basically little rubber cups that you put up into your cervix. It fills with blood and you pull it out, dump it out, re-insert it. I told everyone about how Kayla showed me hers right? Well she did. For that she is truly my hero. Because she didn't give a shit. Though she wouldn't let me take a swig of it. She quickly dumped it in the toilet when I offered.

I had a conversation about it with Lesley and she is one of those ladies who gets pretty disgusted by somethings I talk about. Which amuses me. It is very cute. As I told her yesterday, I just want to pinch her cheeks and call her darling when she is all "ewwwwww". Then I asked her if she was for real or whether she just got disgusted because she felt that was a proper thing for a teenage lady to do. She said no. It actually is pretty disgusting. Most people would think so. I told her that it depends who you are wityh I guess. Everyone who was around Kayla and I when she showed me her diva cup when I asked, gathered around to see it themselves. I think we hang out with very different people. But even after she told me no. I generally think most of peoples acts of disgust are just that. Acts. They need to be disgusted because they would be even more disgusted with themselves if they realized that they actually didn't think this taboo was that disgusting. Because really.

It is just blood. Maybe some chunks of uteral lining. But who really gives a shit. How many guys out there won't continue on with getting laid if you get as far as the undressing part and then realize she is on her period? Not many I tell you. Generally it is the woman who cares. Which she shouldn't. Considering she is the one who is more horny during this period. So they are just harming themselves. So ladies this is my message to you today. Generally, guys don't give a shit about your vaginal blood. You are the only ones who really care. We are guys. We will fuck you if you are pussing herpes. So no need to be so self-conscious about your bodily functions. Trust me. I am a Red Wing. That means I have eaten a girl out while on her period. And yes I have had sex while they are on the rag. But that is nothing. That doesn't even afford braggers rights. So remember. Don't be disgusted on my behalf. I don't care. Neither does pretty much every other swinging dick out there. Well now that I have gone on a long time about periods, I think this post shall be red. That may be confusing to you readers who read it off of Facebook. But I think I have mentioned that I import it from another site. A colourful one full of magic. My original blog site looks much better. Fuck Facebook. Anyways I am going to wrap this up. All this talk of period blood has made me hot. Cheers!