It is impossible for me to be calm about money.
Maybe if I had more of it – a LOT more – I could relax and not sweat the expenses, but until that hallowed day, I will worry about money.
Especially lately, having just survived a god damned five week month.
It’s a fundamental part of my Taurus nature. Taurus is an Earth sign and the Earth signs are bound to the literal, physical, practical stuff of life.
Taurus in particular has the karmic mission to accumulate value, whether that is in the form of money, or knowledge, or decorative coasters with topless women on them.
We are the sign of the hoarder. Not the only one, but the biggest one.
And that means we are always aware of how much money we have and how much the things we want cost.
For me, emotional security and financial security are virtually the same thing. I can only be calm and content if I do not feel I have everything covered, money wise. If I am worried about how I am going to pay for everything, I am going to fret about it.
That’s why these fucking five week months do such a number on me. They wreck my sense of emotional and/or financial security
And speaking of fucking with my sense of security, I just lost around 150 words of work when my image rendering crashed my computer.
Which means no making pervy images while I blog for me for a while. Damn it.
It’s so much fun!
What I don’t get is how I lost so much when I have it set to back up my work every five minutes. And I am prolific but I can’t type 150 words in five minutes.
That would be two words a second! 120 WPM!
And as very patient readers know, losing anything I write is like a death in the family for me. The things I write are a part of me, an extension of me, and so to lose even 150 words is a terrible blow to me.
I’m telling you, being sensitive is not for wimps. Normal people don’t go through this shit. They don’t feel things as deeply as I do.
But I would not trade places with them for anything. Being the sensitive, empathic, caring person I am brings me more than it can ever cost.
Anyhow, where was I?
And even the end of the five week famine[1] doesn’t immediately make things better because I ran out of a lot of things in those five weeks, so now I have a spend a whole bunch on groceries just to get back to normal.
It never ends.
Not until I get a way to earn money that I can handle, anyhow. That would cure both my poverty and my feeling like a worthless, toxic, loathsome burden on society.
Yeah, I know that I am not supposed to feel that way any more. I’m working on it.
Well tonight I am going to treat myself to some McD’s to make up for last night’s debacle with the non functioning Skip code.
More after the break.
More pervy art!
I just love that word “pervy”. It’s like a cuter form of “perverted”. Way less pejorative and nasty and judgey too.
I mean, only very nasty people are perverted. But we’re all a little pervy, ay?
Thanks for that one, Brits!
On with the smut!
But of course,. first we start with something wholesome.
Nothing to see here, just your standard clownfish in a bowtie at a party in space pic.
It’s fun to throw random words together and see what kind of picture they make.
Got my McD’s. MY usual Big Mac Extra Value Meal (medium fries, large Diet Coke) plus a Carrot muffin.
If Skip the Dishes was a person, I’d be able to just tell them I want “the usual”.
Now for something racy…. and lacy.
Fair warning, though, I already have a pretty good idea what’s inside.
(stage whisper) IT’S A PENIS!
And boy, does it look enticing like that.
Up next, some prime, grade A beefcake.
That, of course, is Chief Bogo, voiced by none other than Idris Elba, from the furriest movie of this century, Zootopia.
And to think,. I can summon him up with but a few words, and make him do whatever the hell I want him to do.
God damn we live in an age of miracles and wonder.
God damn I am getting sick of rebooting.
You see, when my computer is not crashing due to my overtaxing my graphics card with all this image rendering, it’s suddenly disconnecting from the internet.
Which is kind of a pain when you’re in the middle of blogging. Grrr.
I fucking hate being interrupted!
My only solution to this has been to completely power down the computer, including switching the power off at the power supply, waiting five seconds, then turning it back on and booting it up again.
That seems to remind it that the internet is a thing.
It’s been happening often enough that I feel the need to find a less drastic method of recovery though. Like re-intialising…. something.
Anyhow, back to the smut.
Running out of words, so I feel I now owe you people something completely filthy.
Let’s see what we have… ah, how about a nice healthy squirting?
Because remember, boys (including you straight boys), you will never cum faster, harder, or better than when you prostate is being stimulated.
Hmmm. What am I missing. Well, I haven’t done any ladies. Or pee.
I have just the thing! Take it away,. Donna Duck!
In this figure, we see our good friend Donna Duck demonstrating her novel and highly efficient method for keeping her favorite dildo moist while she is using it.
One more pic. Something truly nuts. Um, within limits.
Trust me when I saw I am not putting a lot of my most perverted works here because I don’t want to completely alienate my readers.
I mean, most people can handle some pee, but….
Speaking of which, here’s our finale.
Daffy, being a duck of refined tastes. prefers his man-piss to be as fresh as he possibly can get it, so naturally, he drinks it straight from the tap.
As you can see, he clearly approves of this vintage.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.