It’s Just Me Against The World Baby
After the interesting weekend, I got up bright and early for work. I made breakfast, and even had time to read a few newspaper articles, something I’m always trying to get in the habit of. I got to work ready to take on the fucking day, but within an hour I found myself drifting, thinking about the 18 year old—What the fuck? Thinking about the 18 year old?
Fuck Man! I don’t care how sweet a piece of pussy is, no one is worth “thinking about”—that’s some bitch-ass shit that should be left to our counterparts from Venus; but I couldn’t get this broad out of my head all morning. Every time I tried to concentrate, I’d start thinking about her crying on my shoulders yelling “How could you?!?” (caused by my little excursion with the chick from the gym?)… Fuck! I lost it a little there.
I took an early lunch; then stretched it into a long one by sitting on the patio of a Baja Fresh and watched all the Orange County rich bitches strolling in pairs; it looked like a lesbian convention. It’s a fucking shame we have to compete with women to get women. Ain’t that about a bitch—no pun intended.
When I got back to work, I decided to have some fun. I took advantage of a FREE TRIAL and pulled up PinkandPerfect.com —I’m one of the fortunate people who get to work behind a closed door, so ya know. I looked at some of Veronika and Jesse’s hot pix and a few minutes of their video. What fine little sluts… I went to my car and rubbed one out into a napkin, listened to some old Linkin Park songs, then headed back to the office to finish my day. I felt rejuvenated.