Diary: Will the Weekend Be Wasted

27 Mar

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Will the weekend be wasted. I could go out with–- what the fuck is her name again. Colleen. First date since Bud died. It’d be a waste. Before I sleep with a man I make him show me test results, she says. It happens that I carry negative STD papers in my briefcase. But they’re from October. Who have I fucked since then. Angela. Kerry who I choked. Someone else, some other Tinder Asian. But maybe not. Angela existing has relieved my need for women. We text 200 times a day. Me existing hasn’t stopped her from fucking every man in Texas. What can you do.

Anyway Colleen makes you show paperwork. Even then she makes you wear a condom. Says she’s never fucked without one. After the bar we made out in the back of the Subaru. I got her pants off. Very tough in the confines. Women, please wear a skirt. She’s– not quite a radical feminist. But she supports Clinton for identitarian reasons. She has armpit hair and a thick copper bush as a political statement. She’s over 30 but her cunt after making out at the bar, fingerfucking in the back seat– the best pussy juice in history. No men’s germs have sullied her biome.

For us to have a future I’d have to believe her condom thing is bullshit. I’d have to be the guy who gets her hot eating pussy. Slip it in raw and ruin her. I’m never wearing a condom again, ever. She’s terrified of STDs because she’s a germ freak. Because her gay friend has HIV. Heresy to admit that gays get AIDS because they fuck a thousand strange men in toilets, huge black dongs rasping bloody shitty assholes dry. That’s where AIDS comes from. Middle class Caucasian with a 401(k) ought to worry more about birth at 40. Your kid having autism. The Zika virus of the rich. I will say she has giant Irish milk jugs. I could palpate her jiggling white tits all night. I forget if they have those blue veins that big white girl titties get. But there are freckles. After five Koreans and a Mexican you want that boiled ham.

Maybe I could pull it off. But who am I now. I respect other people’s wishes. I respect women, which means we’ll never speak again. Too bad. I like her.

Who am I now. Am I someone who kills his neighbors’ dog. Meatball over the fence with some nice window glass in it. It’s a wood fence, find a gap in the slats. Get a stick nice and sharp. The dog attacks the stick and I just jam it hard into the back of its mouth. His ruined red throat. I want to smash out all his teeth. Get the axe, take its back legs. I want to do it in front of their kid. Maybe wait till he’s old enough to form memories.

Who am I now. Not someone who kills the neighbors’ dog. I’m someone who lets the neighbors’ dog kill my cat and I just take it, I guess. My sponsor talked me out of reporting it to animal control. Strike one is nothing. Strike two: city kills the dog. I knew I would take no revenge, when Bud died. I had a feeling that felt like it came from God. Let there be no more suffering from this. They’re nice people. They’ll keep their fucking dog inside.

I don’t want another animal to die. Someone else’s pet, because of this thing that was an accident. But it’s an accident because a pit bull can’t make decisions. It can’t make decisions because it’s a killing machine. Killing is its job. Being your pet is its hobby. He knew he did something bad, they said. I wanted them to know I’d do something bad. In a week that dog will be gone, I wanted to tell the guy. How it goes down is up to you. I want to cut up their kid in front of the dog. Who am I now.

The cat’s gone. Scattered his ashes. Pair of mourning doves moved into the yard a day later, in the space where he sat. I come close. They’re not afraid of me. Some part of them knows.

21 Responses to “Diary: Will the Weekend Be Wasted”

  1. seriouslypleasedropit March 27, 2016 at 12:52 pm #

    Get a cat. Happy Easter.

  2. K-hole March 27, 2016 at 1:08 pm #

    I’m in the LA area this weekend looking for one lucky dog to try my famous antifreeze meatball. Let me know if you know of one.

  3. Anonymous March 27, 2016 at 1:08 pm #

    Stop being such a fag about your cat.

  4. Fapocalypse March 27, 2016 at 3:13 pm #

    You won’t do anything about the pitbull.

    You won’t avenge your beloved cat. God, or fate or cosmic randomness took away the one thing that you care about and you’ll do nothing about it.

    You won’t dedicate yourself, your life towards becoming a better writer.

    You’ll continue to go after the low-hanging fruit—damaged girls who contact you via this site, or who stare at their iPhone browsing Tinder. And then you wonder why you can’t find love.

    You’ll stay in Los Angeles, mentally-masturbating about becoming great like Bukowski.

    But you won’t write your book. You won’t even write a decent poem. You’ll continue to write 1 blog post per week on this gay homo self-loathing pink site. And we’ll continue reading. Because we like you. We identify with you. The fact that you think you’re a loser, but you’re also a 6’+ pussy-slaying buff Bernie supporter, is a strange contradictory amalgam, which makes you unique. We identify with your struggle and your words, but also want a slice of that easy but dissatisfying ass at a comparable frequency as you appear to get it.

    So, in conclusion—whatever.

    P.S. Yes, fuck the jews and the muslims, etc. etc.

    P.P.S. You should fuck those doves I hear birds have very tight vaginas. Lure them with sunflower seeds. Doves love sunflower seeds.

    P.P.P.S. Atlanta Man for President 2016—he will make it legal to fuck 16 year olds. America needs a true 100% Black president, not some halfie faggot who invades Syria and fails at it.

    • Atlanta Man March 28, 2016 at 8:49 pm #

      16 is already legal in Georgia, but I may run anyway as a single issue candidate. I want to end condom use in America, and make pussy feel great again! No condoms, just raw sex with tight young 16 year old girls in Georgia! I need your votes people!

      We gotta draft ALL CAPS BRO as my running mate….

      • Lee Holloway March 28, 2016 at 11:24 pm #

        i want to be secretary of something. don’t forget me when you win.

      • Link March 29, 2016 at 7:39 pm #

        Good to know.

        Legal age of consent is 16 in Hawaii too I believe.

        So why do I live in CA. Because I’m dumb.

  5. noneedtothankme March 27, 2016 at 3:14 pm #

    1) report the god damn dog
    2) get another cat
    3) stop texting angela, delete and block her number
    4) fuck the feminist chick in the ass so hard that the condom pops
    5) change your age on tinder and set your age limit lower

  6. I can't spell March 27, 2016 at 8:54 pm #

    Haha! You’re stupid cat got mirdered. Good.

  7. Nikolai Vladivostok March 28, 2016 at 12:18 am #

    A lot of your readers are cockheads, aren’t they.

    • Lee Holloway March 28, 2016 at 1:11 am #

      mostly degenerates, myself included.

      • Nikolai Vladivostok March 28, 2016 at 1:26 am #

        Must be. It’s the wee hours of the morning over there, on a school night. Why aren’t you in bed?

      • Lee Holloway March 28, 2016 at 1:27 am #

        i am in bed! in bed looking at porn and reading dt’s blog. nothing unusual. 😉

      • Nikolai Vladivostok March 28, 2016 at 4:37 am #

        I chortle at the contraction ‘DT’. In Australia that stands for ‘Dick Togs’ (i.e. Speedos or Budgie Smugglers). Google with care.

  8. Ha-Ha March 28, 2016 at 1:32 am #

    I always come for the bitching and stay for the commentaries. The guy offering antifreeze meatball was priceless.

  9. Ben March 29, 2016 at 11:38 am #

    Weekends only “matter” if you’re a wagecuck. You know this because you’ve been unemployed. Every day is a weekend.

    To question whether the weekend will be wasted or not, implies that you have something meaningful to do. Banging sluts off the internet isn’t very meaningful. You’re wasting your seed in their birth-controlled loins, or inside a condom if she insists to the point of it sounding like potential rape if you shove it in raw.

    The most meaningful thing you can do, the thing you’re best at doing, is writing. You have readers who love your shit even if you think your shit is shit. We comeback here refreshing to see if there’s something new, but now we know you only post the new stuff on Sunday. Pavlovian response achieved.

    Besides, you already know the answer: Just beat your dick like it’s name is Kunta Kinte.

    There’s some really good camwhores out there right now, all across the world. True professionals whilst maintaining that amateur, innocent but naughty girl-next-door charm. Get a good Fleshlight. The technology is insane. You’ll never need real pussy ever again. Worked for me. Thus the reason why I am now self-identifying with the “MGTOW” “NEET” side.


    • Atlanta Man March 29, 2016 at 7:16 pm #

      Ben why do you keep deleting your site? I was digging that shit, it was fun to get silly as fuck on there.

      • Link March 29, 2016 at 7:37 pm #

        Because I need to go gather enough resources to become a warlord and rape with impunity.

        Also because I don’t care anymore.

        Appreciated your visits and comments though. They are still saved for later revival in case things change.

        To Delicious Tacos—I have a new link to share with you that shows why you feel like you/your fictional character need(s) to “do something” over the weekend.

  10. FRV March 30, 2016 at 4:41 am #

    Put some pills in meat to kill the dog. Something good like benzos or oxy. That way that last moments of its life will be the best its ever had.

    Just saying.

  11. CK March 31, 2016 at 2:26 pm #

    DT’s sobriety is a jail cell. Become a jailhouse lawyer. Take your neighbors’ car and garnish their wages with a $25,000 lawsuit with no need for a lawyer (see link). Demand a jury trial for fun. Use your verbal skillz on the jury. Cry. Big blowup pictures of Bud. Call Angela and 10 other exes as witnesses to your relationship with Bud.


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