Wednesday, November 27th, 2019

I wake up at 5am in our 10,000 sq. ft house on the Hudson River near Peekskill, NY to my wife sucking my cock. She climbs on top and rides me cowgirl style, we orgasm simultaneously, she dismounts and sucks my cock clean. After 22 years the sex is better than ever.

After morning coffee I check messages. My daughter, a freshman at Yale is on her way home for Thanksgiving tomorrow. My son, a Junior at Michigan and a starting Offensive Tackle for the Wolverines said he can't wait for us to arrive Friday in anticipation of Saturday's Michigan Ohio State football game in Ann Arbor.

Done with that and reading the sports headlines I eat a healthy breakfast of homemade oatmeal, a banana and fresh squeezed orange juice with my wife. She gets ready and heads into the City. I read a book for 30 minutes before heading to our private lap pool and swim 2000 yards (in the nude). Afterwards I get dressed and go to the Home Theater to watch a movie. It's now 11 am and I walk to the Metro North train station and catch a train into Grand Central Station. I go to the Club I founded, the Old Lion, off of Gramercy Park and have a lunch of Onion Bhaji, Palak Pakoras and Chicken Makhani. After lunch, I move from the dining room into the Pub and have a few pints of Bitters with some mates. I then walk next door to our pied de terre, put a Verdi Opera on the stereo and take a nice nap. I wake up to the sounds of my wife stirring in the other room. A kiss hello and I pour drinks. Friends pop by and we spend a few hours drinking and laughing. Our daughter arrives and at 8pm we go out for a nice Italian dinner at one of Mario Batali's restaurants in the village. Afterwards we get Gelato before parting ways with our friends. Our daughter leaves to hang out with friends and we start walking slowly home in the brisk November evening, getting halfway home before we hail a cab. Chilled and exhausted we climb in the door. I have a big Single Malt, my wife a cup of green tea before drift off into sleep. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and we'll take the 40 minute train ride back home for family and friends to gather. Friday we'll take a private jet from Teterboro to Ann Arbor with our daughter to see our son play football in the Big House...

 

this isnt the journal section

 

Loved it!

You have a lovely family and it sounds like a perfect day. I hope that this does occur in 2019.

 

Said thoughts should not be said together. :afro: thank you.

Oh and your son SUCKS harder than your wife who blows you in the morning.

Also you're basically napping and getting drunk all day. Thought you had a family to take care of.

Thread has many holes, it does.

 

No one noticed that this thread takes place in the future? Pay attention, guys.

Anyways, my turn.

November 27th, 2019

I arrive home, in my small apartment/home. I probably live off the island of Montréal, as I'm a student who no longer lives with his parents, and land is expensive there. I'm close to becoming a counseling psychologist, and am supporting myself by both mooching off my family and freelance writing. My girlfriend sent me three texts during the night, about how excited she is that she's moving in with me soon. After several hours of goofing around/working, I go to bed, and close my eyes... It was all a dream. I used to read Word-Up Magazine. Salt 'n Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine.




*Waits for one or two people to get the reference.*

 

What does the Notorious B.I.G. have to do with your attempt for the most subtly sarcastic thread of the month or your very small dreams?

 

The sad thing is that my dreams are even worse than this.


An average dream for me:

"Holy shit, I'm dreaming! This is awesome!"

"I'd better do something cool... Oh, I know! I'll read!"

*Wake up eight hours later.*

"..."

"What the fuck."

 

Not counting myself I see at least one other...

 

Man, you really plan out your intercourse a long time before execution

 

My sleep is usually either dreamless or too bizarre to remember in any kind of coherent way.

But just remember:

We must never forget that we are human, and as humans we dream, and when we dream we dream of money

and

life aint nothin but bitches and money


So,

just imagine things you would do with gobs of money, try and make it artistic and somewhat original.

 

what did anyone say that made you think that?

if you were referring to me, i can confidently say that michigan will suck for as long as there is a michigan.

 

8 years from today...

I'll wake up and bake a cake to celebrate the 8th anniversary of me posting in this thread. Then I might go punch my clown.

 

Now thats strange- we can know the past but we cannot change it.
We cannot know the future but we can change it

 

the future is now

 

November 28th 2051

Hopefully I will be dead, cuz if I'm not I'm probably fucking miserable. Shoot me in the head please

 

that shouldn't be a problem, since i plan to be an old crank with lots of guns.

 

Sounds like a plan.

 

Just hang in there for another 10 years and you can herald the arrival of Halley’s Comet


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The OP sounds pretty corny. How are those bills being paid while all these Italian meals and freshly squeezed OJ are going on!?