Restricted Space

With each passing day, I realize that I am a prisoner of empire, and my prison cell is getting smaller and smaller. My movements have been severely restricted. I am now relegated to transporting myself to town and back just to work out at the gym.

Typical Unrestricted Hottie

I no longer frequent the public library. There's just too many losers loitering there and causing trouble for everyone else. And, really, what more knowledge do I need to acquire this late in life? I have also made myself scarce at the fast food joint. Too many people disturbing my quiet time. And, I don't drink coffee anymore.

I can't park myself anywhere else because I would be trespassing on private property. I am only a petty "renter" in the damned "ownership society." I am a nobody. A peon. A loser. My evening outings are still focused upon the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Den of consumerism ... says it all, eh?

Scene from "The Island"

And, when I return to the despicable Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I have nothing to do except to view "mainstream" flicks (downloaded via bit-torrent client) on the poor man's home theater system. Incidentally, I viewed, "The Island," recently. Very slick flick.

Brook Ultra in "MILF Hunter"

I have also acquired a couple of new hurdy-gurdy video clips of new hurdy-gurdy hotties Sofia Rivera and Brook Ultra. Hubba hubba! Brook Ultra may replace my all-time favorite, Natasha Vega. Check out Brook Ultra's new scene for Reality Kings®. Ho boy!

Ol' Lavahead Mini-Update®
I received two more medical bills amounting to $700 and some change. The new total for my visit to the emergency room at the hospital is $4,700 upward. The good news? I have been accepted for health insurance, and a healthcare provider has already been assigned to me.

Surveillance Mini-Update®
As nauseating as it may seem, the Google® surveillance 'bot is still at it. The resources available for surveillance is mind-boggling considering the microscopic scale of this particular "blog."