Kaylan Nicole

I see from the “meatstats” men continue searching for Kaylan Nicole. Unfortunately for them (and me) I found this on her official website:

Kaylan has actually split the business, gotten married and moved back to the Midwest. Hope she comes back soon.

I don’t give a shit if she ever comes back. Any pornette that leaves the business even for a year will return to find 3500 skanx burning holes in the carpet with their knees, eyes closed and tongues out under that damned Peter North’s turkey baster. There’s so much damned norpography now there will actually be a day–if only a day–in the near future when the whole world has had enough image-sex and turns it off. Even Homer Simpson has been known to stop eating donuts.

I’m sure KN’s husband was either in the biz along with her, wealthy and/or a swinger. I just can’t imagine any pornette giving up the cock buffet and settling for just one, their brains are wired differently from other women’s. I wonder if the husband is excited by her body…of work, or never bothers. I could never love any woman who’s lain under a Marc Wallace arc of man-yogurt or TT Boy meat-seizure.

Mentally I understand how a man could marry a porn star, despite her past or because of it. My dead heart, however, completely rejects the idea as absurd. That’s why God is God and I don’t want God’s fucking job. I have no forgiveness.

Jerking it later makes up for a lot

Just finished 7 straight days of mind-numbing, soul-killing “work”. Bitch, complain, do nothing. Old news.

WTF was that shit last week on Smallville? It made no fucking sense. Bizarro.

Kitchen Nightmares also ended. I was surprised that some of the turned-around restaurants indeed failed, though it was only explained in codas without revisiting the damned. It’s odd to see any discussion or admission of failure outside of sports or news.

The Word-Maker is helping me to write more. I’ve taken it to the liberry and made progress despite a loud-ass “class” of some kind yakking it up in one of the glassed-in “study” rooms.

Prince of Darkness. Small movie with big ideas. I have a message for you…and you’re not going to like it. Ha! ha! ha! ha!

Reading a book about survivalists. Good so far, I’ll review it when finished.

It finally got cold. All those folks north of say, Georgia, would probably be giving me BOTH frozen middle fingers had they the electricity to read this.

Florida in July is disgusting, hot, sticky, humid as a sauna, the closest to feeling trapped inside a frog’s swampy scrotum. I like and deserve cold winter, low 40s at the lowest. We’d been trapped the last 2 weeks in some kind of warm front which finally died tonight.

I DL’ed a video specifically for Kaylan Nicole, “kissing lips” tattoo on her ass and all. No Wallace, but the Three Stooges (North, Boy, Byron) were around. To my disappointment, TT finished in the other wench’s butt. There’s always something to fuck up the fucking. Still, I like Rex Borsky’s work.

The windows are open and it’s cold. I have tomorrow off. Kaylan Nicole will soon greet man-yogurt. Life is better than suck. Hail.