The power of the pen lies within the heart of the writer.
That’s what I heard in my head when I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed.
It’s always the profound shit when I’m agitated. Yes, I’m agitated. But thankfully I learned to be careful not to let my agitation direct my day, only I forgot how that worked and snapped at my wife like a fucking dick.
I could sit here and think of all the reasons why I’m agitated but none of them warrant taking it out on her. I’m pissed over valid reasons, sure, but am I really going to want her to quit her job and stay home with me so the gigantic child-man can have his wifey security blanket? That’s the one downfall of freely giving yourself to be owned by another, your ass is so owned, it takes the sense of control you think you have and dangles it before you with an evil grin all while your mind, muscles, and tongue choreograph The Stupid Dance.
I’ve already apologized ten times but until I get to slather it on in every manner with all that I am, I’ll be a wretched, miserable bastard. And that makes the world around me a very unsafe place.
Thank fuck she’s a forgiving person is all I can say. She acts like it’s no big deal but I know it is. She can take a lot of people being a dick to her, but not me. NOT fucking me, and that’s the part that makes me want to go psycho-gorrilla-ninja with my little metal drinking cup in a spinning-round-house of fury, right on the faces of certain “people”.
Hide the fucking coffee pot.
Today is the day I sit in the corner and do a poor job ignoring the douchepops and cum-twats blooming in the cuntree outside my window. Let it fester, I say. Eventually Lucian, they will all explode from the rotten and fermenting pulp beneath their tough skins.
I’m re-aligning the stars. And it’s only fair that I give an update to the HorrorScope. All halo humpers should twerk with extreme caution today. I’m just thinking there might be a giant red horn waiting to be shoved up your ass when you come gyrating my way.
Also, bringing up the “spirit of the season” to me today could be hazardous to all facets of your health. It’s Wednesday, December 10 motherfuckers and I have plenty of time to get my wings on. Until then, I’m pretty sure I’ll likely use the halo in ways that will leave you with an awkward limp for the rest of your life.
In other sadistic news, I’m 5k words into White Knight Dom Academy and my agitation is coming through. It opens with a killer sex scene and ends with a killer sex scene. And already I’m wanting another knock-down-drag-out orgasmic sweaty work-out. It’s fucking chapter two! I think it’s time for a very long weekend alone with my wife or I’ll be writing erotic horror sooner than I think.
“How to channel your rage through sex without killing your wife” That’s the teaching I sense coming on.
I think I’m done journaling for now. Have a wonderful fucking day my dear friends.