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Right now though I think I&#146d like to talk about how boring and predictable men have become. Have they always been that way? It seems like they used to be better. Long long ago. Now all we have is just a bunch of guys—a bunch of ordinary guys, walking around talking about all their hot women. It&#146s so pedestrian and tired, you know? And isn&#146t there a better description than hot? I freaking hate that word. It&#146s meaningless. The whole damn world is hot. Gimme a break.

Who the hell up and decided what&#146s hot and what&#146s not, and then said &#147Okay, let us talk of nothing but hotness and sex from now on,&#148 as if it were the most worthy and important subject in the entire universe? Because I hate that guy, whoever he is. He&#146s ruined everything.

Everyone everywhere is ruining everything and I&#146m sick of it.

I don&#146t know what I&#146m trying to say. Maybe it&#146s simple. Maybe I wish for more substance. That sounds too easy, but I guess it&#146s true. But how can that be it? Is substance gone? Is it really that easy?

It would be nice to see someone not following the pack. Someone real, who has more personality and depth than a laddie mag. Someone who isn&#146t scared to explore that which lies outside the box; someone who isn&#146t a balls-out horndog, but enjoys a bit of the naughty behind closed doors; someone who doesn&#146t need to aggrandize their lust and pursuit of girls girls hot hot girls; someone who can forgo the posturing and preening and bluster of the typical heterosexual American male and just relax for a goddamned minute.

Sex has permeated our culture to the extent that it&#146s no longer sacred or private or revered. It&#146s commonplace. Sex should never be commonplace! And we&#146ve desensitized ourselves so much that we constantly have to come up with crazier, dirtier, more extreme ways of displaying and experiencing sex. I&#146m not saying that every act of sex has to be full of grace and beauty, honor and love, glory and god. But I do believe every sexual act should be one of respect and somewhere along the road we dropped the respect in favor of hot.

I&#146m rambling. I think I&#146ve had this exact conversation before on loafe. I know I&#146ve had it dressed up in different clothes. But it all leads back to the same place.

The sky is a landfill.

That&#146s the name for my new band. I&#146m the bass player.

I&#146ve been looking at the photos of Titan and Saturn and boy are they trippy. Have you looked at them? They&#146re quite amazing. It took seven years for the probe to get there. Seven years! This is one of my favorite photos.

I wish I was a scientist. I suck.

I&#146ve been given a lot of projects to start with my new work at home job. Except for it isn&#146t really a job, just this thing where I do some projects for some guy who publishes a magazine. The magazine itself isn&#146t my cup of tea, but the actual magazine stuff IS so it&#146s kind of cool. I won&#146t be making tons of money, but every little bit helps. Plus it&#146s nice to have something other than baby poop to focus on. Not that I focus on baby poop a lot, but you get my meaning.

I gave Gordon a BJ for the first time in a long time the other night. We&#146re talking a really really long time here kids. Since right before Ryland was born. wowza. It wasn&#146t nearly as bad as I thought it would be and I didn&#146t puke or even really gag that much. BJs are funny in that you sort of forget how to do it when you&#146ve been on vacation for a bit. I guess after a few minutes my old flair and style came back to me, but I still sort of forgot.

I gotta tell you though, I don&#146t much care right now if I ever see another penis again. I&#146m too tired and bitchy and down on myself to want sex. I&#146m half-way serious when I tell Gordon to pick up a mistress, so he doesn&#146t have to keep bothering me. I&#146ve read the books and the magazines that talk about getting your love life back after a kid and the things they suggest make me vomit. All romantic stupid cheesy things. I have zero interest in that noise. Calling it a love life right now just made me vomit.

I suppose I should be more affectionate and intimate with G, because despite his complete lack of maturity, honesty, trustworthiness and dependability, I AM fond of the guy. But everything I have in that department goes to Ryland. I&#146m all cuddled out.

Speaking of Ryland, his farts are so smelly today. What on this good earth did I eat to make him stink so bad? jesus in a tin can.

I&#146ve been listening to Landslide a lot lately for some reason. I really like that song. By Fleetwood Mac, not any of the lame remakes.

Anyway, if I ever find the extra time I might change the look of loafe. I&#146m a new person now, I need a new look. I might use wordpress. It&#146s pretty easy to set up.

Speaking of setting up wordpress, I did such a thing for my friend Tiffany recently, with her new site Some Kind of Johnson. I even made her a little mascot I call Super Tiffany. Check it out!