I loved my uncle. Hell, still do, though he doesn't walk this planet anymore. Yet he was right. You have to ask yourself that question. So I asked myself this today, and of course, it isn't worth it. So every single one of the silly ass, complaining, whining ass muthafuckas can eat a dick! You see, it's quite simple really.
For years, I lived for everyone else. I gave of myself to a lot of people simply because they looked for guidance, they needed help, or they wanted an ear. I'm a walking box of secrets, truthfully. Well, the problem is... I'm started to get tired of it.
I'm ready for a break from being the absolute leader. I'm ready to hang up my cape and find some kryptonite for this Superman complex of mine. Do I like telling people "no" when they come to me for help? Not at all. Do I wish I had the power to solve every problem in the world? Damn right, I do. But today, I have a new motto:
"Not now, honey. Daddy's tired." I think I'll put that shit on a shirt.
See. I love being "Daddy." People come to me for help, leadership, guidance, advice, discipline, laughs... it's great. I guess, on a technical aspect, I have 12 women that call me "Daddy," and each of them have their reasons. They know I'll look out for them, take care of them, watch over them, and whoop that ass when they get out of line. I love that--ya know--that they look for me when they need someone. That's not my problem. It's when I turn around and "Superman" overrides "Daddy" and the next thing I know I'm trying to save the world again.
I've been working really hard lately trying to amp up my and Mine's store, but its killing my time with anyone, even her. So, I try to get my items done early, that way I can be done with things. I think I'm going to set myself some working hours; say, from the time I wake up until about 5 o'clock or so, cause I can't keep killing my play time. I actually want to be a little bit selfish for a change, and just relax.
So, I made a deal with myself. Every night, I'm fucking something or someone different just to have a bit of fun for me. Maybe that's too much, but I look at it like this. This is Second Life. It is up to me as to whether or not I allow this to impact my first life, and since my first life has enough situations in it...wait.. I think the proper saying for this is...
"I'm bout ready to swerve inna a wet ditch and screech to a halt in a puddle of rain water while I act a straight mutha fuckin' fool up in hurr!" or, for those who need a general interpretation, "I'm about to be a hoe and have fun!"
This.. this will be my journal of my antics. My activities. My thawtz. Since that is the case, I guess I'll make this statement:
The following entries are hereby considered adult in nature. All names have been changed to protect the innocent, the participants, the victims, the criminal, the voyeurs, the exhibitionists, and the guilty. If you, the reader, happen to find something on here, and you realize that I might be talking to you, suck it the fuck up. I ain't taking shit down. Dis here my jook jernt!
Welcome to the sewers, bitches. It's about to get durty.
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