The high point of my day was sitting on the bus next to a guy who reeked of body odor and sported a pony tail. Needless to say, the experience was less than warranted.
For the past few days, I’ve fallen ill to the summer fever that’s been permeating in Toronto. Even with my sickness, I’m still able to find the time to organize the porn films I’ll be watching later in the evening. My sexual desires take precedence over a lot things in my life. Every morning I wake with the obligation to orgasm; pleasuring myself in the morning has become common practice. I’m not particularly horny in the morning, but due to the regular practice of masturbating before breakfast I feel obligated to pleasure myself — I’m sure a lot of men feel the same way.
But like many facets in life, it can be unlearned or at least managed to a degree. Hopefully, my newly founded sense for chastity will last.