My name is Harold G. Gnome, and it is the summer holidays bebby!! no need to think about that time i shat everywhere or when a toilet snake fucked my cock because i will be eating icecream! I can't wait to see mom and dad! I wish i was smart enough to remember some of my old jobs! I had the very best memory in the country!!! I had all the cash from the shops in the same wallet. in my wallet i had my pay and allowances for the month. i had an old gps that just worked and had been travelling around for about 12 years. i had absolutely no health problems, no probs, no nothing. really it was just having a very nasty brain and having to kill it! I go out with my dad when he can (working, drink) and see his little russian lad friend that dad brought up. We were in a convoy that day and just happened to stop somewhere on a beach. We went out for a swim and i fell in and got dragged out, my dad got the cut on his nose but it wasn't as bad as he thought it was. Then he and dad got a sunburn which turned into a real burn and mum got some indigestion, i don't know what that was about. A couple of days later mum gets the shits really bad and goes to the bathroom, she started screaming "mummy! mummy! there's blood in the bath!" When dad asked her what was wrong she said that she was bleeding out from her privates and that she had to go to hospital, so we packed up and left her sitting on the toilet and we rushed her off to hospital where she was operated on, the doctor told her it was "really serious" and that there were problems with the plumbing but she survived. i was only 7 at the time and have no idea what it was. We did a family road trip the following year and mum became ill, we all went off and she spent the week sleeping in the car. She had another operation and had to go back into hospital. This time she was in for 6 weeks. So we never saw her after that. We saw some of her brother and sister in law but they couldn't take mum away, mum was too unwell. i grew up in a shitty neighbourhood with no family or friends and i've always been bullied so i decided to take control of my life and i trained hard to do so. i found myself a job that paid well, got myself a house and a car but i felt so alone and depressed so i ran away and went to America. i worked hard and saved all my money to return to shithole vegas and started again, but this time i was tough and i had money so i was one of the rich kids and it suited me. i met a guy there and we quickly became engaged but we had so much trouble with immigration he ran off but i eventually tracked him down and he realised what he had done so he came back to me. he put me through university, gave me his dad's company as an engagement present, he has a big house, a big BMW, a boat and 2 gold jewellery chains. he treats me like a princess. but now he's dying of cancer and he's getting nasty and mean so i need to get him to stop while i still have time. i have a dream of retiring with him in his house with 2 cars and several boats but i have no idea what i'm going to do. i met a guy on the internet that i really like but he lives in Sydney. I am a man with a cock, by the way. I also don't think there is anything wrong with homosexuality (as long as you don't abuse children or forcibly convert people to being gay) so that should be obvious why I wrote that. Sex is sex and as long as both parties consent to the act, then so what. Go nuts. I am an American citizen and I moved here from the country to help my family to avoid what I thought was a gunfight, but it ended up being a car chase and ended up in a police shootout. They didn't get me or anyone else. They got themselves killed. As for me, I survived. That night I was woken up from a dead sleep by a loud explosion. I jumped out of bed to look out the window and I was shocked to see what looked like a war zone. There were people with guns everywhere. People were shouting and screaming. But then, as I looked up, there was a beautiful lady about 20 feet above me. She had a large sword and she was swishing it around above her head. And she was looking down at me. I don't know if it was fear or curiosity or both that made me approach her. "What is going on? Why are there so many people with guns?" I asked her. Then I thought, what the hell am I doing here? Why am I out of bed? I'm in the wrong place. "Sorry" I said to her and I started to run away from her. And then she turned around and with her sword she cut a tree in half. It felt like the whole world slowed down. I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life. This was no samurai movie. I was in shock. I can't stop thinking about it. So yeah, don't get killed. It's not a prison, it's a job. You will get over it. If you live with it, then you don't have to complain about it. Bad things happen to all of us. And as they say, time heals all wounds. Chains and the idea of punishment for your sins exist in more than one context. So go ahead and read if you want to be offended. i start off the first night of summer holidays how i always do; lotion, tissue, computer, closed blinds, a picture of my family and headphones. then i think "I should probably get up and clean up after myself before bed" so i start to walk around the apartment, picking up plates, books and pens that have fallen to the ground, but then i remember that this is my house and i don't have to clean anything. noone here has the time to clean, especially not me. but i see the first 4 walls are already spotless and that makes me feel good so i sit back down and get comfortable and i close my eyes and i think about my job. now that i am self - employed, i have a lot more time on my hands than i did in school. i use all my free time in one way or another, whether it's cleaning the apartment, playing video games or writing stories. i would say that 80% of my time i spend thinking about my job. "Now that i am self - employed, i have a lot more time on my hands than i did in school. i use all my free time in one way or another, whether it's cleaning the apartment, playing video games or writing stories." one of the things i like about writing is how independent i am. in school i was used to taking direction from an authority figure and i have a very strong sense of pride in my work and myself. now that i'm self - employed, i have to be a lot more careful with my work. i'm doing this for me and not for anyone else and i have to be happy with the work that i do. now i'm not in control of my work the way i was in school, where i had teachers telling me what to do and i followed. i don't get paid to think. i have to make money so i have to put my brain to work. what i'm doing is still work, but i don't have to do it to prove anything to anybody. i can make money off it, which makes it feel less like work. i always hate my job when i'm doing it. I was thinking about whether or not I am going to say anything, because my anonymity is important to me, but if you can't handle the truth, then you shouldn't be reading this blog. We were naked in bed, my penis was inside of her. As we writhed around, she whispered that she was my girlfriend and it was our first time having sex. It was so hot. I didn't ask her what her real name was, I wanted to make her mine. I was thinking "she is my girl, I am her guy, I love her and I don't know if I love her more than my guy, but I know I love her more than my sister. "I heard some noise at the door. I got nervous and moved away from her. "Who's there" I screamed at the door. I heard a man's voice, it sounded like it was coming from my place. "Is that you man? I know you're in there "I heard her say through the door. "I got rid of your door chain" she continued, "make some noise or I will break your legs." I stood up and checked the door. It was locked. I knew I should have hid the key, but I didn't think she would find it. My penis was completely hard and I started thinking about other things. I walked over to open the door and i saw him, "THAT IS MY BOYFRIEND YOU BITCH" he hollered. I asked him why he was there, "I called your phone and she told me your girlfriend was at your house, but I thought it was a joke so I came over here to see what the fuck was going on. So your girlfriend is here with you right?" he asked. I was afraid, I told him that she wasn't, that she was in another room. I had no clue why he was mad. He asked me to help him break his legs. I guess he must have believed her, because he went away. I waited for a while, hoping he would come back, but he didn't. I was waiting, but I was horny. I wasn't about to get out of bed and I was too afraid to put anything on, so I started jerking off. I had to finish because I heard her coming down the stairs. She started walking into the bedroom and she saw me naked and hard. She looked into my eyes, smiled and then threw her pajama bottoms and panties at me. "You made me wear these damn things" she screamed at me. I thought about hiding my dick, but the look in