Below are the most recent 13 friends' journal entries.

Friday, October 10th, 2008
tescovee	8:16p	Bone Long And Hard....Forever And Ever, Amen! I embark from the Bayport Cruise Terminal on Sunday afternoon and do not return until the following Sunday morning. You know, to be honest, this vacation slipped up on me. At the beginning of the week, I actually did forget that I'd be leaving this weekend. Fucking shameful. Anyway, you hermans keep it real while I'm gone and don't be surprised if I shank a drunken hitman post from the "internet cafe" they have onboard. Pray for me. Pray for the other passengers. Hell, pray for my cock. (5 kisses | kisses and such)
Thursday, October 9th, 2008
tescovee	5:10p	Love Beads As I was thrusting away in the spooning position this morning, my lover reached through the tangle of legs and massaged my taint. God bless this move because the prostate is a relatively untouched area of benefit and any woman worth her sexual salt will know how to manipulate this area. After I blew my torrential load I thought a bit on the magic of anal beads and why more women weren't knowledgeable of their use. Then I realized that, by and large, women are selfish lovers and typically chickenshit when it comes to exploring a man's pleasure. Anyway, this Asian chick I used to sport fuck....or get sport fucked by, actually, had supposedly learned the use of anal beads from her mother. I really don't give a fuck where she learned it. All I know is that she LEARNED it and actually enjoyed the application of such a wonderful activity. See, most men are chickenshit little bitches when it comes to the ass and any insertion therein. There's this stigma that if you take anything up your ass, it must mean you are queer. More so if you actually ENJOY anal exploration. Those of us out there who know enough and are secure in their own sexuality, queer or otherwise, understand the value in toying with the prostate. I myself love having my prostate violated, either through the "taint", or in my ass. Years ago, I was fortunate enough to meet this Asian chick who introduced me to that simple little device, the anal beads. After a suitable amount of penetration had passed she would begin inserting beads, one at a time, over the course of the final moments of thrusting that led up to my orgasm. She would know almost EXACTLY how long It would be until I actually ejaculated, magical bitch that she was. She would feed these things into me after a specific number of strokes until the strand was all the way in my ass. Then, as I began to spasm with ejaculation, she'd pull out the entire string of beads with a very specific speed. The individual beads would massage my throbbing prostate as they were withdrawn, effectively making me cum in torrents and speak in fucking tongues. I miss those sessions as they would completely drain me. I eventually lost contact with this woman after a couple of apartment moves. It's just as well for she was not one to be nailed down to one guy for very long. It would've been outstanding if I'd kept her around for some polyamorous bliss. Alas, it was never in the cards. I will, however, always remember her expertise and forever TRY to encourage other lovers to engage in the same level of exploration. You never quite know what sort of sex slave you can create from such magic. Now go do that voodoo that you do so well. Ciao. (1 kiss | kisses and such)
tescovee	1:15p	WSS So this woman can get her twat plowed by a lubricant-slicked cock, have me pull out and blow hot wads at the back of her throat...but won't drink a cup of hot tea with lemon and honey. Weird, stupid shit, man. Weird, stupid shit. (1 kiss | kisses and such)
Wednesday, October 8th, 2008
tescovee	5:33p	T Day Someone was dumb enough to give me the location to their family Thanksgiving spot that just happens to be quite close to me. It ain't nothin' for me to go make an a complete ass of myself while spreading what I like to refer to as "Holiday cheer". This weenbag herman was sharing all her happy holiday news bullshit when the following just happened to fall from my mouf: "Well, I'm gonna hafta dick all of your pies and kick the family bird, yo!" There's a story behind a drunken Jason putting his cock in the pecan pie just before kicking the turkey right off the table. I might not be allowed at that particular party anymore, but will be happy to refresh the tradition at a new, unsuspecting one. Fuck a bunch of you. (3 kisses | kisses and such)
tescovee	11:38a	Jinx Me Not (a house selling update) I am scheduled to close on the Corpus Christi house in one week, while I'm at sea on a cruise ship. I have assigned my mother as Power of Attorney in order for the necessary signatures to be handled. I really, REALLY need this one to go through. I really, REALLY want to get the ball rolling on all the upgrades to this house and freeing up all that money that's being blown on a useless mortgage will do the fuckin' trick, yo. Stroke my magic cock and chant three times: You're selling that bitch! You're selling that bitch! You're selling that bitch! Thank you for your kind attention to this matter. (2 kisses | kisses and such)
Sunday, October 5th, 2008
oneevilqueen	4:02p	Putting off visiting the gym until next week when I get paid. I know that if I go now, and don't pay, I won't go back. I've also been playing around with the idea of taking salsa lessons, just for slaps and tickles. (1 kiss | kisses and such)
oneevilqueen	3:59p	Do You Remember? Billy stands All alone Sinking sand Skin and bone Bring on the dancing horses Wherever they may roam Shiver and say the words Of every lie you've heard First I'm gonna make it Then I'm gonna break it Till it falls apart Hating all the faking And shaking while I'm breaking Your brittle heart (kisses and such)
Friday, October 3rd, 2008
tescovee	4:38p	Friday's Happenings So I had this beef wrangler over earlier for some cheap alcohol and sex when things took a turn for the worse. She was a bit on the heavy side, but since I was drinking MD 20/20 I went ahead and stuffed it anyway. She was being bitchy and non-compliant...or, rather, having a hard time following directions while sucking my cock. I was trying to shaft her throat but kept running into the whore's pesky little gag reflex, so I had to lay it out for her verbally. "Suck my cock like you're fucking drowning and my balls contain oxygen!" was what I told her. She finally got her shit together when I swabbed some topical anesthetic down her gullet with a cake icing spatula. She took the whole slab of meat and let me fuck her throat like I was jacking off into a horse intestine. The problem came about when my hammer swiped a bit too much of the novocaine, became dulled to the point of paralysis, rendering me unable to climax with ease. I kept pounding and pounding away down her fucking throat for the better part of two hours before FINALLY feeling the nuts twitch! By the time I unloaded down her garbage disposal, she had already erupted into a muffled series of to coughing fits which enabled her to effectively aspirate some of my creamy manhood. I had a smoke and thought about lottery numbers as she got her shit together and finally calmed her coughing bullshit the fuck down. After the sweet swing of seduction (fostered by some newly introduced tequila) we resumed the lovemaking. I had her twist up my joint in her mouth before I plundered her chocolate treasures. As I gripped my thickened, veiny pig and zeroed in on her chewed bubblegum-lookin' starfish, I began to wonder if this was all some sort of a put on. I began to question her true level of commitment here, her actual level of desire, if any. All of my doubt and questions were put to rest when she offered the following creative suggestion: "How 'bout you fuck my ass until you unload in my shitlocker. THEN, suck out the cum with a Krazy Straw!" Needless to say I was fucking astounded. Truly, I couldn't have POSSIBLY heard this fucking heifer correctly. What balls on this bitch. What audacity. After I came back into the room with a "Krazy Straw" crafted from a length of ice maker line, I found that the bitch had ducked out. Not only did this cunt take my ENTIRE vinyl record collection, she also made off with the last two bottles of grape mad dog and about thirty-six dollars in change I had in a jar atop my dresser. I did look around the abode for a bit before admitting the truth, that I had been robbed by a fat, crafty hooker. I sat on the couch, staring at the open door for a while as flies puttered into the house, thinking about where my superb sense of hustler detection had failed me. Of course, all that really matters at this point is my lost record collection and the presence of fucking flies buzzing around my house. I fucking hate flies. I hope that bitch gets pneumonia from my aspirated dick snot. (3 kisses | kisses and such)
oneevilqueen	2:28p	So fucking sick of myspace bullshit! I'm really close to closing down shop on myspace. That place has become so utterly childish I don't know how much longer I can bear it. Grown people, wanting you to join some fantasy mob, etc. It's enough to make me vomit in my mouth a little. It's been awhile since I got any spam mail (you know, girls emailing you wanting to look at their pics or add them as a friend and it's all hackers....) But yesterday was interesting. See, this guy on myspace, Miles, was Jesse's best friend for years. I didn't meet him until Jesse passed away because Jesse was real big on keeping his friends away from his family. But I added him, and Russ, and several other people I met at his funeral. Miles is a tattoo artist and has recently had a back piece done with some very, very amazing colorwork. for your consideration: On his myspace, I commented on his photo and said something like "wow, really amazing... and by the way nice tattoo...." Is there anyone here who can not see that was a joke? Okay so we proceed. Fast forward to yesterday, I get a message from someone named "Charla Ashley" that went like this: "You can stop internet whoring my boyfriend. Thanks." So today, when I checked the message, I was like -- WOAH!!! Excuse me? Just out of the blue. I was like - who the fuck is this??? First, I thought it was spam, but decided against that lame ass judgement and messaged back. "First off, I don't know you, so how do I know who your boyfriend is? As far as internet whoring anybody? I don't even know what you are talking about. Now if you wanna message me back and let me know what you're talking about to clear the air for yourself you're more than welcome to do so. Otherwise, go ahead and leave me alone. Thanks." Her reply: "Miles is my boyfriend. And has been for a year. Im just tired of girls lurking tattoed boys." So by this point I was pissed and just had to email her back. "Miles from Dallas that was best friends with Jesse who died and was my best friends brother? The same Jesse that I watched grow up? Miles that lists himself as single on his profile? That Miles? How exactly am I "lurking" - as you so eloquently put it? And how exactly did I "whore" him?" Fucking bitch. Her reply: "Yes the same miles who said he didn't know who you were when I asked. I could not care less who you saw grow up. And yes you are lurking checking his "status." He doesn't like old women anyways, so you can stop with the immature picture comment flirting, you're a little old for that. Its lame." As much as I wanted to wait, so I could organize my thoughts and rip her to shreds with my reply, emotions got the best of me and I couldn't wait. So this is what I said: "First of all, I live in San Antonio and didn't hang out with him when I lived in Dallas, so no, he wouldn't ..know.. me. I didn't meet Miles until Jesse died, so it's likely he doesn't remember me, especially since my appearance has changed quite a bit since he saw me last. When you message me and tell me that's your boyfriend, and he doesn't even have you listed in his top friends, uh yeah, I checked his status. Single. You seem to have posted an immature picture comment yourself, so quit throwing your fucking stones while you're in your glass house. As far as my comment, that was a joke. If you couldn't see through it then that's ..your.. problem, not mine, and not Miles' problem. And "lurking" guys that have tattoos? I have my own fucking tattoos, I don't have to search out guys that have them. Does Miles know that you are this insecure? And by the way, don't ever, ever fucking disrespect Jesse Ray's memory by saying that you couldn't care less who I saw grow up. You need fucking help, and it's too bad that Miles is involved with someone who is so childish and insecure. Don't bother messaging me back, you're now being ignored." After that, I reported one message as spam, one as "abuse" by means of bullying, and then ignored her. Then I forwarded all of the messages to Miles, reminded him who I was and told him that if he wanted to delete me from his friends list then - whatthefuckever - but it was not cool to let that child keep emailing me about petty shit. So fucking sick of myspace bullshit! (2 kisses | kisses and such)
tescovee	8:56a	What's It Ok... Three points of light to go over: 1. The upcoming Ohgr gig (Friday, December 19) at *GAGS* The White Rabbit. I'm sooooo looking forward to this and will be nice and fucked up when I get there. I'm gonna need a place to crash. Perhaps one of you Satantonio hermans can put me up. 2. The cruise date is closing fast. I drive out of here next Sunday morning in order to show up in Houston for my boarding time of 4p.m. I'll be out to sea for a full seven days where I'll only port for Montego Bay, Jamaica, Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands, and Cozumel, Mexico. Don't expect too many pictures of me quaint and orderly. 3. I have two offers on the house at the coast and will be playing fax tag for the day as contracts come in. Both potential buyers are looking to close fast and as long as the funding and inspections go smoothly, I can't see too many obstacles *KNOCKS ON HIS COCK*. One of those assbags, the realtor/buyer, wants new carpet laid in the bedrooms. FUCK THAT as the master's carpet is brand new and I had the other bedrooms carpeted in berber when I moved in three years ago. Dumb bitches. Let's hope this shit goes through because, if not, I'll be renting it out SOON and I LOATHE the prospect of landlord'n the mutherfucker. Well, that's the immediate "IT". We'll chew on the cock some more later. (5 kisses | kisses and such)
Wednesday, October 1st, 2008
oneevilqueen	3:58p	I may not be able to stop the downpour, but I'll always, always, always take a walk in the rain with you any day. (kisses and such)
tescovee	12:44p	Developmental Services Development is continuing...as is my penchant for hotfuck disco shades. I am finally seeing the results I've been chasing for three years now. I have worked hard, kept it hard, and did it all with NO fucking lame ass growth hormones. Somewhere down there is my disco dick, baby. Suck it. Love up against it. Cradle it and call it Maximus...because he's tiny and needs love. p.s. - Roxanne, you tramp, don't run your surly rot because you know you love the mutherfucking glasses. (9 kisses | kisses and such)
Sunday, September 28th, 2008
tescovee	1:41p	The Days Go By Spent time with friends this weekend. Stargazed and indulged in some of that rare conversation alongside calm water in an area known for its seclusion. I really enjoy the time spent with like minded people looking for more than surface-scratching blabbity-blab-blab-blab. My weeklong getaway aboard the Carnival Conquest is exactly two weeks away. I can't wait for some Jamaica. (5 kisses | kisses and such)