Sperm Violate Egg.... The Introduction

If claim to never had some form of an addiction, you're full of shit. The mere fact you have stumbled upon my blog suggests you spend too much of your time on the net. Some will say they "need" to sign on to the net for "business" purposes or to "occasionally" check email messages. That useless whore on the corner who turns tricks as a "business" because she is in "need" of some piss quality heroin "occasionally". All addicts use the word "occasionally" until they get busted or hit rock bottom and break down. This is where the mega million industry of recovery enters our overly addicted society. I'm yet to see a whole lot of whining over Internet addiction accompanied by an outpour of useless recovery programs for the millions who are currently addicted. My stupid ass guess is every large scale recovery group has web presence they can capitalize advertising bucks from. I'll exclude AA from that generalization.

Now that we have established that yes, you're are an addict, we can play, but no pissing in my sandbox. Personally, I don't give a shit what you are addicted to. I've been, or am, pretty much addicted to everything with the exception of gambling and porn. I'm too Goddamn poor to afford to gamble and porn frustrates me. Not to mention it makes me feel inadequate killing any self esteem some self help shit might have restored. Nothing like looking at a hot guy with a huge cock, six pack, pecks, who spends the majority of his life shaving his pubes and chest. That really makes me feel good about my fat gut small dicked self. Some days I can't even see my cock because it is hiding in that major brillo forest growing around it; which by the way is not becoming the great gray forest. As if that porn guy would fuck me. Now ten years ago I did date a model but had to drink in excess to deal with the stupid shit he spewed from his mouth. That's a story for another time.

Okay I am rambling as if I just did a whole eight ball. As I previously stated, this is your free ride on the counselor couch. I've already paid for it and still have not recovered. Maybe you all can get something out of my shit ass investment. In addition to mild entertainment, my blog should allow you to sit back and find comfort in the fact that you are not as fucked up as I am. If by chance you are more fucked up, we need to hit a bar and throw some back. Remember, I broke so your ass will have to flip for the tab.