stomach aches, thinner thighs, and 6-cells...

UPDATE: this is for EBG! the shit I was telling him about ages ago;

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Opening today's blog with a surprising! (and very NOT surprising) note:
My Hispanic-ass has been arrested. Not the entirety of me, no, 'cause Fernando don't play that, but the majority of my ass-region and parts of moi where my skin is tanned past khaki. Meh. So very stupid of me (WHY FERNANDO!?)

'Tis/'Twas a minor offense and should/shall/was removed from my record.


But yes, currently eating almonds and drinking Tymbark (a polish brand of super-natural fruit juice blends) and fer some reason, either this juice mixture in particular or these damn almonds are making me get up and go to the bathroom ev'ry 4 secs, but that's no so bad, as long as my thighs are thinning out, losing a cm of fat or more every so often.

Which, by the way, being held in booking TOOK FOREVER. Being arrested is overrated here in the States (France was mucho worse) but the annoying part is you're moved from cell to cell depending how far along the paper process you are- which is literally fucking easy to document. After 6 cells (the 3rd being the fucking LONGEST), you see a judge, they order you to come back at a later date for a real hearing, and you're out. 16 hours, but meh, 'twas worth seeing me lose an inch of my thighs, they're firmer and more booty-ful (versus the bootylicious they were before).




Aside from that, life has been a plesant hell-hole. Temporarily re-awoken thoughts of suicide and frustration, some more arguments between me and the parentals, and the realization that Staples is a toxic fucking nightmare with the wrong manager at the pedal. No longer working at Staples, I'm now looking at the hopes that my resume is approved by *gasp* American Apparel! Hopefully they say yes (WISH ME LUCK!) and I'm one of there new IT guys, in a REAL IT environment, not the phony shit Staples claimed to be giving me.

More awesome sex with the Easy Button Guy, and hearing now and then from Fire Island Will, turned 20! *GASP* I'm fucking old! But meh, feeling no different except arrestable (vs the arresting-ing? I was the jailbait? yea, i miss that.)

Slowly going through my harddrive and deleting shit, trying to reorganize my digital life. my H.U.D. (or heads up display) is chunky, but organized, gonna have that cleaned out further soon.

My Easy Button has been super-sensitive as of recently, but still ever so pleasurizing (since it doesn't feel the pleasure, but I, nee Fernando does). Stopped using this de-sensitizing shit I used to use, and have been juggling around lubes (KY finishes so fucking fast), hopefully though, I'll get EBG to put on some Magnum Thins and really pound me out- no need for lubes though, 'cause KY's super long lasting (he thought I just wanted to rough fuck sans lube- No silly! KY was still fresh... as gross as that now sounds, ew). But yessir, gonna have my assizzle pounded *crosses fingers*

Been saving up now! Woot, I've reversed the money bandwagon and have been holding off on spending on ANYTHING, even food, I've been stinggy (stin-gee, as in astringent, or to be restrictive on what's to be done, ie. not paying for shit) all the way like the jew I-is-not.

Got EBG to sit down with me and watch Pam Ann's Come Fly With Me, (I think) He loved it (But I'm not sure, "the stairCAA-aaassse"), hopefully I can get him to watch the Blair Witch Project with me; don't like Horror flicks, bleh, GROW A PAIR! I was tormented for a week after the Blair, you can definitely handle it.

GOT MY BIKEY FIXED UP! OMFG! Front Brake works! Gear Shifts (sorta) work! (the larger, 3rd crank is shot, needa new set), just gotta get my Back Brakes up to speed.

hrm... trying to remember what else. My cock appears longer? I've been able to stroke it vs the fucking semi-card shuffle i _thought_ was "stroking".

That and I invented (in my head) a new coffee blend, called 'the Fernando Express',
recipe:

1 large (preferably) plastic cup
filled with ice
three/four shots of expresso
1 shot of [your choice of flavor, usually vanilla] syrup

add soy to fill it near-brim and sugar water until desired sweetness is met. Mix it like bitch shaking a polaroid, and you're good to go!

More than 4 of these and your vision will fade out, as mine had when I first had these.

Ps. It's basically a latte sans milk, with flavored syrup.