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Diary of a spanker

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Diary of a Spanker

Who are you and how are you sleeping? I have been sleeping fine but I can't seem to get this chick off my mind. Pathetically I am going to downtown Santa Cruz hoping that I will bump into her before she goes away. All that crap about feelings is tripping me out since I haven't had any kind of feelings for anyone, but my hand for nearly one year now.

I keep thinking that if I stroke it, I won't be interested in anyone, and therefore be more concentrated on the band that I am in. I have been a stroker now for six years and I can't wait to stop, but to stop means an overwhelming passion for the
next groupie that comes along.

Just to get it out of my system I am going to talk about how my life changes when I stroke: First of all the weather instantly chages. One minute it is sunny and next it is back to El Nino. So if anyone is wondering why this is the longest winter we've ever had then search no longer for the answer. It is me. I have been stroking the whole time and I am not sure if it is karma, or if I am the weather man, or if I am using too much of my free time tripping out on strange coincidences.

I tell myself to think about the rest of the world and be more considerate, but I cannot stop. It is not like I do it every day anyway, only a couple times a week, but when I do, the aftermath is similar to the end of Thelma and Louis... what the fuck am I talking about?

Number two way my life changes is: when I stroke, chicks all of the sudden don't notice me at all. (As if I wasn't unnoticed enough already) I cruise around Cabrillo College with my Fuken Strokin' shirt just asking for attention, but if I stroke I must have some sort of bad aura around me making girls look the other way. Perhaps it is even pheremones. When I stroke I must emit this pheremone that says "Ladies, don't worry about him. He's taken care of manually, if you know what I mean."
I wonder if anyone is going to read this at all. Who ever you are, feel free to enjoy yourself... and I don't mean by yourself. Finally, if there is a two there must be a three.

Three: The tired. I must be tremendously out of shape or maybe have the disease every man does. I crash as soon as I am done. I am not the only one so don't laugh. I just noticed that when I was done with the post jiz shakes I am hit with an uncontrollable urge to sleep.

Do me a favor. If you see me around campus with my shirt on, I probably will never wear it again, but anyway don't blush or have your face turn to silly red with embarrassment.

Love you, an we'll do it again sometime.
Peace, Long live Dirty Juanita.

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