The Master of Procrastination

I think I have officially mastered the art of procrastination. Of course it's easy these days with so many things one can do on the computer and with so much entertainment out there to distract us from our daily chores and lives. It's now been an hour since I have risen from my slumber and I still have yet to do anything more productive than putting in my contact and sitting at this computer. I have this movie that is due back today and I have yet to watch it. Should I:

a) Just return it

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b) Keep it an extra day and pay the late fee

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c) Try to watch it tonight after work and then return it

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d)Watch it now, return it and then go in late to work

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e) Spend more time contemplating what I should do, get frustrated, decide I should sleep on it, take a nap only to wake to the brilliant idea that I should just copy the damn thing, run to the store to get a Burner, stop at Starbucks on the way, on the way back stop at Lucky Dogs, eat lunch, install the Burner,write a few emails, rub one off while I look at pics of girls in showers, copy the movie and call Chris(my biz partner) to say I might be a few minutes more because I have to stop along the way to work to bring back the movie.

I'm really leaning towards "e" right now.

My sister brought home this girl the other day...

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I've been eying this girl since Valentine's day. My sister had kept on asking when we were going to "share" her. I told her she had to be patient and wait for the right moment and that I just wasn't ready. I jokingly said it would be fun to post how we shared a girl on my family's web board. My sister thought it would be hilarious, but first she wanted a picture of herself licking this girls boots. You see, this was just an amazing moment to me, because my sister never lets me take pictures of her anyway, let alone one to be put up on the web. So here's a pic of our new girlfriend and a picture of my sister licking her boots.

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I usually hate any kind of chocolate that's been molded into anything other than a bar, but this "Girlfriend" tasted good. In hind site I should have melted her down and poured her over some fresh strawberries. Mmm.

The Eternal Donkey Search is Over

Last Wednesday, while loafing around the pool on a Carnival Cruise with some new and old friends and, of course, some Cold Beverages(-G-Love and the Special Sauce). Hank starts up with something or another about wanting to see a donkey in Mexico. Sassy L, shortly after, asks Hank for a drink. "Anything" she says. Hank returns in a few moments handing Sassy L the drink in a tall tropical yellow glass. "What is it?" inquires Sassy L. "A Donkey Punch" replies Hank. And so began the obssesion with the Donkey. Everything that day became about a Donkey and much to our dissmay, there were no Donkeys to be seen at our port in Mexico, but the desire lived on and so did the talk of Donkeys, so much so that for three fucking days after the cruise, while in Fort Lauderdal, there were three of us still looking for the fucking donkey! We were told that even the closest Zoo didn't have donkeys. No Donkeys at a zoo? What? Are they common every day house pets now? We no longer put donkeys in zoos? Is this because there is such a demand for them in the Porn industry? Apparently Donkeys are too busy getting blown, whipped and fucked to be part of some tourist attraction now. Well the short and skinny of it all is that it has stayed on my mind untill now. Hank this one is for you, my friend. I hope we can all sleep well tonight knowing the Donkey has been put to rest!

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Hank Beaded up on a Donkey in Mexico

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It's almost one in the morning and I can't sleep. I was dying of lethargy earlier and now I can't seem to go down for the count. WTF?!? I want to start doing all the shit around the house that I wasn't able to do earlier but, this is fucking condo living and I'm sure as hell going to end up keeping some poor bastard up, so I'm planted here.

I feel I'm starting a new chapter in my life. This is where everything is going to get very exciting and yet hard. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't put those two words in the same sentence. I'm excited because I'm finally persuing the ideas I've had and continue to have. I can't wait to see them fleshed out, but it's going to be a very difficult road. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitching about the hard work but, I am having a hard time staying as motivated as I would like to be. I don't know if it's because I'm just a lazy fuck or if it's because I'm pushing myself too hard with unrealistic expectations.
I feel I'm done licking my wounds and the waves of anger have subsided, but I still feel embarased for what a horrible mistake I made in judgement. "Won't get fooled again!" - The Who
Time to rub one off and call it a night.

From 3-04-06 Diary entry-

Unparalleled

Unique

Matchless

Never Again

After two and a half hours of blissful pain, I ended up with a pretty nice tat. It already has changed my life. Redemption through suffering I guess. The physical pain has given the psycological pain an outlet and has thus left my body. Crazy how that works. I feel renewed strength and comfortability in myself. I am whole without another, when I thought I was forever to be ruined. I see now. I see what I have done, why I have done, how I became undone, what I should have done and what I must now do.