I was going to talk about what I did today, but I spent all of it fully clothed in the bath. People always think that is strange, but my washing machine is broken. The only ball ache is changing outfits so many times.
Anyway, I woke up early yesterday, for some reason there was a cat in my room. There is a certain amount of worry involved when you wake up to strange animals in your house, even more when it is your bedroom. Then I remembered, the previous night I fucked a cat, which would explain the crushing look of disappointment on its face. I threw it out and proceeded on my way.
I often wonder if people know if you haven't washed for a day, I tested it today. It's been three weeks now and a lot of people have noticed, but it is a biased sample, I have to continue.
Work for me is a labour of love, I run a porn website. Mainly of people having sex, unaware that they are being filmed. It isn't easy, but I happen to know the local homeless population use the Burger King drive thru to copulate in. A friend of mine works there, so I struck up a deal. He gets me the tapes, I don't don't show anyone the text he sent me admitting he once filled his pants with frozen burgers and only sold them to people who didn't say please.
After work, I came home and relaxed, by getting tanked up and washing my new suit of armour.
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