haraggan

Last night I was laying in bed with my cock out, masturbating (this is Suicide Girls, I think I can say that here) and my wife came in - got into her pajamas, got into bed, and opened a book. That's pretty much my life in a nutshell, and why I joined this website. Unfortunately, that's also pretty much how I've found this website. What was I expecting? I dunno. It's surely only my fault; I have a desperate lack of "people skills" - in person and online - and a knack for saying things that turn people off or chase them away that would make me a fortune if it were marketable. Shooting myself repeatedly in the foot (or the mouth, as the case may be) is frustrating, though, and I'd rather do it in a vacuum, so I'm abandoning Suicide Girls and will wait for my subscription to expire (I wish I hadn't paid for a full year, but it was cheap, at least). I might periodically update the blog I keep on myspace, if I'm looking for something to do... but in the words of a guy I knew in college, "je suis histoire."