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The Hotness Factor Increases

Essentially, the top course of sheathing is done now. Woo! Now I just have to fill in the gap in the middle with strips of sheathing about 6 inches wide. Those will be light and easy to handle and don't go up all that high. They should be easy to put in. I have a business trip this afternoon and don't know if I will get back in time to do any construction. I'm wearing a suit today. I look very professional &shit.

Oh! Last night I made a lovely discovery. Random videos of spankings on Youtube and Youporn. What an interesting fetish that one is. I should look into it more. People make these videos acting out these little dramas where a woman gets in trouble for something and then gets a spanking. Sometimes from a husband or boyfriend, other times from a boss or an RA in a dorm or some other authority figure. I have no desire generally to hurt women. SM is not my thing. However, there is just something extremely aesthetically pleasing about spanking a woman's bare ass good and hard.

I had a nice dream last night about an ex-girlfriend. Julie, the short red-head with world class tits. She had long, straight red hair, beautiful green eyes, pale skin and was of the moderately gothic persuasion. Nice curvy ass, just exactly fat enough. Sometimes I do have regrets about the whole thing with her. Specifically that we never fucked. When I was in high school I always had some thing going with a girl, but generally it was they who were pursuing me. Consequently it was a while before I developed the skill of, you know, actually taking initiative. They'd usually kiss me first or otherwise move things to the next level. So I got kinda complacent. Julie was just not very forward. And neither was I. So we sort of dated for a while but never got around to any actual sex. I fully admit that this was totally lame and retarded of me. She was completely into me and I was completely into her and it just never all came together.

Trish HATES Julie. With a passion. They were rivals over me. When Trish and I broke up for a while (I think I was barely 17 at the time, this was before we were engaged), I was all over Julie. Trish and I continued to hang out, especially since we had many of the same friends. And yeah, I don't think that we ever really stopped fucking for more than a week at a time. We were officially broken up, but still doing things together and still having sex on the side but meanwhile I was dating Julie.

To be fair, Julie probably hates Trish as well. Trish has said that when they would look at each other, pure catty malevolence was in Julie's eyes. Maybe Trish was just imagining it.

I suppose that maybe it's a good thing that I never fucked Julie, because I think that if we were having sex then the whole relationship would have moved forward more and then I never would have gotten back together with Trish. Which would obviously be terrible and my entire life would be different right now.

Man, it sucks that you eventually have to choose just the one. Polygamy rarely seems to work out very well in the long run. You can fuck around with multiple people for a little while but eventually you have to pick just the one. You don't get to come home to both of them every night.

Oddly enough, sex wasn't really what I was after for the most part when I was in high school. When I was having it, that was nice and all. But when I was into a girl, I wanted to kiss her and look at her and just sort of generally inhale her. The whole idea of being in the intimate presence of the angelic creature du jour was quite sufficient. I was more of a romantic than a pervert. Now I'm a romantic pervert.

In other news, my hotness increases almost daily. The hard manual labor fitness plan continues to produce results. Suddenly, I seem to have noticeable obliques. Trish is obsessed with guys' obliques and conducts frequent inspections of mine. My left arm is getting a good workout now as well, because I'm hammering with it quite a bit now. To save the tendon in my right arm from crapping out as quickly as it has been, I've been starting nails with my right arm since I have better control with it (being right handed and all). Once it's started properly, I switch to my left to pound it all the way in. This keeps me working a lot longer. It's not always practical, depending on what position I have to be in to pound a given nail. But it's genuinely extending my ability to work.

If I walk into the living room wearing either a tight shirt or none at all, Trish starts giggling uncontrollably.

The key here is that I must not run out of work or materials or I will get out of shape again. The workshop should keep me going for a few more months, including the interior work (putting in hardwood flooring, installing the reservoir plumbing system, etc.) Then I need to start the foundation for the new house ASAP. If I get bogged down with permits and zoning and shit, then I've got to find something else to build meanwhile.

10:47 - 2008-04-10

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