Amusing Nudie and Fedora Anecdotes.

Status Report

Wearing: Black g-string. *giggles* Soooo comfy. Black jeans, white socks, my heavier shoes, a RAMMS+EIN shirt, and my blue hoodie (unzipped)

WinAmp is Playing: On This Day – Annual Oxygen (of my entire music collection on random repeat)

Last ate: Kickin` mashed potatos, stuffing, and turkey

Last round of masturbation: Last night. Had to be there, it was beautiful.

Entry Start Time: 7:36 AM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

Seems like I only run into the guys in my hall under one of two situations. One situation, I’m going #2. Second situation, I’m in the shower. In either situation, I really do not enjoy conversation. But, they seem to. Oh, I get by, I humor them. It doesn’t really bother me. It’s just distracting. Those times are personal times, wouldn’t you say? It would be like having a verbal conversation with somebody while masturbating. Okay, under THAT circumstance, I’d be uncomfortable. But, this isn’t about how phone sex does nothing for me.

I happened to run into “Adam” on my way to the shower. I’ve come to recognize his voice. I tell you, I’ve NEVER see the kid in person. Heck, I probably won’t recognize him if I see him again, I had my glasses off. He said hi and shook my hand? Ha ha, with me just wearing a towel, a towel over my shoulder, and all my shower shit in a little thing.

Adam: You should hang out with us sometime
Timmy: I’d rather not
Adam: What you just don’t like us or something?
Timmy: Basically
Adam: Well, if you hang out with us, you may come to like us.

*laughs* Thank you, bluntness. No Bullshit Policy, you are my savior, sometimes. I think that the mere fact that his name is Adam is enough for me to want nothing to do with him. Adams tend to be assholes. Or, at least, people I wouldn’t be friends with.

I think it was him who took a shower with me. No, not like that. Heck, that’s what I thought when he said, “Hey, Tim, I’m going to take a shower with you.” Talking to someone when you’re going #2 is bad enough. Talking to somebody when you’re in the shower is bad enough. Talking to somebody when BOTH of you are in the shower is just. *ahem* I wish he’d just shut up. He asked me the typical questions. No, I don’t drink. No, I don’t smoke. No, I don’t have a girlfriend.

“Well, what DO you do?”
“I jerk off a lot?”

Keep in mind that we’re both in the shower. So it’s not like we’re just talking to each other. I’m nakie, soaking wet, probably soaping myself up or about to shave, and I yell, “I JERK OFF A LOT.” Hey, I’m just reiterating for comedic value. You know you giggled. Or chuckled. Or whatever diminutive form of laughing you prefer. And if you laughed out loud, cool! I tend to giggle when I think about girls touching their clits. *thinks* *giggles* So cute.

He finally finished showering and I shaved my armpits and balls. I’m surprised, from the time I left my room to the time back, I was gone 25 minutes. See, most of the time I waste showering is me pacing in my room BEFORE I shower, or the time I spend going #2 before I shower. I went #2 earlier today, so I didn’t need to do that.

Oh, this is a great set-up for something I meant to mention sometime. I always thought it would be kinda random, but this is perfect. I don’t know about anybody else, but I hate that first #2 after I shower. My bum is all clean after I shower. And I like it that way. But. But. Going #2 takes that clean anus and MAKES IT DIRTY. *spazzes arms like a five year old* I’m surprised they haven’t made a post #2 wipe for making your bum shower-fresh after every bowel movement.

Moving on. I don’t know about you, but I hate discussions of “bowel movements”. *shakes head at how his hallmates announce when they go #2*

But yes. I took a SHOWER. And I was NAKIE. And I SHAVED MY BALLS. There, we’re good on the important things, right? Good. Because I ate after that. Well, okay, I dried and put my hair in pigtails before I did that. Oh yeah. My hair is in pigtails! *giggles* I’m wearing a g-string because I’m giving my tuggy the night off. I’ll detail that in the next Fauxskin, which I’ve been sorely putting off.

So I was in the dining hall getting some food (I’d get some jews later), when this guy walks up to me and points out that I’m not wearing my hat. I nod or something. I ask the logical, “Do I know you?” Nope, he didn’t. Apparently, he’s just seen me around, and my hat was “the only constant thing” in his existence. (As he put it.) *chuckles* After he went on his way, I stopped and laughed out loud. Do people really see me and remember that I’m the .. guy with the hat? *laughs* I told the lad that the reason I wasn’t wearing the hat is that I’m sick of people assuming that I always wear that hat.

Oh, I love my Fedora. I’ll probably wear it again next Spring. But. Fuck it. I’ll wear my Fedora if I want to. I’ll probably where my not-thug hat (because it has a fuzzy on it) during the winter to keep my head warm. I don’t know how people with no hair on their heads walk around in the winter with no hat on. Didn’t they ever learn that you lose a LOT of heat through your head? *shakes head* If my ears or feet are cold, I’m cold. Simply how it is. Thankfully, my feet are usually warm, so I only have to worry about my ears.

Hmm. I said to myself that I wouldn’t post pics. I feel compelled to post a semi-nude or something. Or I could post that picture of myself with my coat, non-thug hat, and backpack on. Maybe. Oh well, guess people will have to IM me for pictures, whenever I’m online. Funny the times I bother to listen to myself. : P

Speaking of listening to myself, I’m going to the library tonight. I WILL, I SWEAR. THEN I’LL COME BACK AND WRITE MMMMMOOOORRREEEE. *creams his g-string* Uh oh.. *blushes*