Rallying against fear

So I reposted that letter for the previous tenant, making sure to note on the envelope that said tenant hasn’t lived here for at least 13 years. Isn’t it illegal to keep such out of date information on people?! Oh who knows. Anyway, hopefully it will go some way to keep bailiffs from upsetting the wrong person. I also took the opportunity to take the packaging from that guitar I bought recently down to the wheelie bins. I was only out there for 5 minutes, tops, but still managed to get frustrated at the world. Some prick had parked their car on the pavement, completely covering the width of it. Not very helpful for disabled folk, is it? No, but why the fuck would people around here take anybody but themselves into consideration.

I’ve mostly shaken of my weekend boozing, although I am feeling a little tender still. I’m trying to talk myself into going on the exercise bike, but my heart just isn’t in it. I think that’s why I’m typing this, to sort of psych myself up.

I’ve just finished watching Fanny and Alexander, but annoyingly only the 3 hour cinema cut. The TV version is on the second disc. I thought this release was the latter spread over two discs. But no, it’s the BFI being generous, of all things. FFS. I’ll keep the case close by and watch it again… some other time. After all, that is 2 hours of stuff I’ve not been privy to. As it was, I enjoyed the ride, even though I don’t understand Swedish. I got a bit stressed with the character I assume is the evil stepfather of the titular kids, although I think I was supposed to be stressed. I genuinely cheered when the two kids were smuggled out of the man’s spartan house of horrors. Funny how people use their religion, whichever it is, just to treat people like shit. Priesthood, along with prostitution, is one of the oldest professions in human society. At their core, both are designed to profit from another person’s desperation. Prostitution, however, has never been used to subjugate, pillage, torture, and murder people.

Plus sex is fun.

Most religions are designed to stop people having fun.

Don’t argue, it’s the truth. There is nothing but historical evidence for this.

Anyway, apart from that little rant, my mental health has improved. I just need that last ounce of alcohol to leave my body. I’ve not drank since Monday, so it should all be on its way out.

That old school friend hasn’t replied to my texts since last week. I know he, a family man, is usually too busy at the weekends to talk, but I’m getting slightly worried now. He did take the day off work last week to go to the doctor, so I hope he’s okay. I’ll wait for him to contact me though.

I did have that extreme wank after being on the exercise bike yesterday. Rather mercifully, I was nice and naturally clean in certain places. My bowels are irritatingly active for somebody who likes to play with their own bum. The guard sheet I put down got messy, but only with lubricant. The final orgasm was great, especially as I’ve found masturbating with my hand holding my cock the other way to be more stimulating. You know, so that the thumb is pointing towards my body, rather than away. I think the left side of my cock is just more sensitive, which the usual way doesn’t satisfy.

Too graphic for you? Tough.

Right, I think I’ll try going on the bike. I might put on some rock music today, instead of Kylie. I need something a little more, well, stirring. I find The Vaccines good to bop along to. I like their new album. In fact, I think it’s the first one of theirs where I haven’t deleted any songs from my playlist.

But I digress.

I shall let you fine folk go for now. Whomever, wherever, whenever you are.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!