Friday, December 31, 2004
Monday, December 27, 2004
Raped by Gollum
Christmas in Lucena was quiet. I ate, I slept, ate, and slept some more. My family spent most of Christmas spending my hard earned money. I finally got to watch The Godfather, and it wasn't as great as I expected it to be. I saw Panaghoy Sa Suba, a film shot entirely in Cebuano, and although the concept was great, the film was ultimately not what I expected it to be either.
I wrote a recap of all the men I slept with in 2004 in the PDA journal. I will write something similar here in my online journal, but maybe next week, or tomorrow even. Not now, because I'm still not in a retrospective mood. What I will write about though is something weird that happened to me the other night, and I'm not sure if it was a dream or if was something that really happened. In my dream I was lucid. I was in my room and it looked exactly the same as my room, and I was lying down on the matress in the exact same position as I was when I fell asleep. Although I could see the room around me, I couldn't move my body. I thought it was just another out-of-body experience, but it was different because I had the distinct feeling that something was holding my right arm down above my head and my left hand below my waist. In a few seconds I could feel something on top of me. When I looked down, gradually a small black sprite around half my size appeared, and soon it was pumping in between my thighs. For some reason I wasn't afraid of it. I still couldn't move, but in my head I shouted "I'm... not... a... girl!"; and the sprite suddenly stopped. When I woke up, my body was in the same position as in my dream, and the room looked exactly the same except I was now wide awake.
I guess it was just a dream, but I'm reluctant to just simply dismiss it as such, because of the fact that I woke up in the same position that I was in in my dream, and because I heard the deep buzzing sound that I always hear when I have out-of-body experiences. But whatever. I'm more amused than terrified at the experience. For one, the sprite stopped fucking me when I screamed that I wasn't a girl, and secondly he looked a lot like Gollum. But whatever. Maybe it's just an indiction that I really need to get laid again.
I wrote a recap of all the men I slept with in 2004 in the PDA journal. I will write something similar here in my online journal, but maybe next week, or tomorrow even. Not now, because I'm still not in a retrospective mood. What I will write about though is something weird that happened to me the other night, and I'm not sure if it was a dream or if was something that really happened. In my dream I was lucid. I was in my room and it looked exactly the same as my room, and I was lying down on the matress in the exact same position as I was when I fell asleep. Although I could see the room around me, I couldn't move my body. I thought it was just another out-of-body experience, but it was different because I had the distinct feeling that something was holding my right arm down above my head and my left hand below my waist. In a few seconds I could feel something on top of me. When I looked down, gradually a small black sprite around half my size appeared, and soon it was pumping in between my thighs. For some reason I wasn't afraid of it. I still couldn't move, but in my head I shouted "I'm... not... a... girl!"; and the sprite suddenly stopped. When I woke up, my body was in the same position as in my dream, and the room looked exactly the same except I was now wide awake.
I guess it was just a dream, but I'm reluctant to just simply dismiss it as such, because of the fact that I woke up in the same position that I was in in my dream, and because I heard the deep buzzing sound that I always hear when I have out-of-body experiences. But whatever. I'm more amused than terrified at the experience. For one, the sprite stopped fucking me when I screamed that I wasn't a girl, and secondly he looked a lot like Gollum. But whatever. Maybe it's just an indiction that I really need to get laid again.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Goodbye 2004
I have not been able to write in this journal as much as I would have liked to. There are really no excuses as I have not been that busy at work and I have not been going out much. I guess I've just gotten too addicted to PinoyExchange. Or maybe it's because I still haven't gotten laid. My regular life isn't as exciting to write about as compared to my sex life (hehe). My celibacy is half by choice. Since the threesome and since I last had sex with Rolly I haven't been as horny as I used to be for some reason. I guess it's because I don't go to the gym anymore. Maybe when I start going to the gym again next year my libido will go up. I do hope to get laid before the year ends, but if I don't it won't be the end of the world.
I'm thinking that I should write a recap of 2004 here before I go home to Lucena later but I'm too tired to and I haven't had anytime to really reflect on what's happened to me this past year. I will just write my recap when I get back to Manila in January. Hopefully by then I will no longer be celibate.
Enjoy Christmas folks. Have a Happy New Year. Be merry and get fucked.
Love,
Josie
I'm thinking that I should write a recap of 2004 here before I go home to Lucena later but I'm too tired to and I haven't had anytime to really reflect on what's happened to me this past year. I will just write my recap when I get back to Manila in January. Hopefully by then I will no longer be celibate.
Enjoy Christmas folks. Have a Happy New Year. Be merry and get fucked.
Love,
Josie
