So it appears that this morning several of my colleagues had a meeting prior to my arrival in the office to discuss exactly how they would bend me over and anally rape me with no lube today, which I find a tad rude, to be honest. I mean, hey, I’m all about the anal rape, but I kind of prefer it to be with some guy whose dick I am totally gagging for, and let me tell you I am so not gagging for these colleagues’ dicks. Additionally, I find it kind of difficult to cum if there is no lube involved, know what I’m saying? So I figure the least they could do would be to bust out the Wet, but perhaps that’s just me. Selfish discourteous bastards.

Anyway, aside from the lubeless anal rape, the morning is going rather well: strong sugared coffee in abundance, a surprisingly timely cover story on heiaus in the Honolulu Advertiser’s “Island Life” section, and making lists, discussing recipes, and general planning for my long weekend for which I cannot wait. (Like, this morning when I awoke at five, I thought it was Wednesday and was immediately pissed off when I realized it was Tuesday.) I still have not decided if the weekend will include Honolulu’s Pride festivities, but as I have demonstrated in previous years that I am an irresponsible rainbow-card-carrying homosexual by not attending Pride festivities, it will not come as a huge surprise if I don’t attend again this year. (Unless, of course, Bartholomew convinces me to attend with him.)

Now, unfortunately, I must away for additional protracted sessions of lubeless anal rape.

Go me.