You don't know how old Adam is. He likes the album. Big whoop. That doesn't mean that your musical preferences are superior to his.

Speaking of big whoops, I'm sick of this job. I have 10 hours of bullshit transcript to do. I can't bring myself to do it. It's just two faggots reading at a ridiculous pace for 10 hours. I apparently have until January to do this thing but still...I don't want to do it.

And I was tricked into doing a case next week that will require a transcript too. So that's more bullshit work.

I contacted some guy I used to work with who was always looking for transcript work but he didn't reply. He didn't think the money was good enough or he's doing other work now or he thinks I'm a jerk or whatever.

The money is pretty decent, though. Let's see. I recently figured it out for my ladyfriend. I said that she could do transcripts for me if we lived together. I figured a typical transcript of 100 pages takes me 10 hours to do. So...it works out to £25/hour. That's more than what most people make, I guess. Really not worth it, though, is it? That might even be a high estimate. It might take longer to do these transcripts.

I want to practice for this speed test to see if I can do it. Because if I can do it, I can work in Europe doing depositions and whatever and make a lot more money. But I can't do any of this because I have these bullshit transcripts that I always have to do. I also haven't been working out in ages because of these god damn endless boring transcripts.

So what I did before when I had a bunch of transcripts to do is I just said, "I'm not working for the next two weeks." But this woman keeps going on about how she's short of people because people are off long-term sick and somebody else retired.

I suppose it's extra money. Although, it's also extra work. That's the problem. I don't really care about the money, I care about the free time. That's why I do the job. I don't want to work at all that's why this job is great. It's as close as you can get to not working while still working. And if I could start making that European deposition money...man...working three days a month. It will be heaven.

I found some good porn casting pictures. Real ones. I once saw a video of a casting procedure. It was in Russia or one of those countries around there. The women would strip off, turn around, and then sit on a stool with their legs spread. Then they'd get dressed and the next woman would do the same thing.

That's what a lot of these pictures depict too. So it must be the usual procedure. I don't get the chair thing. Are people being turned away because of unappealing vulvas? I tell you, I've not seen one that looked better than another.

Anyway, here are my three favourite pictures from this album but there's like 350 of them.

http://xhamster.com/photos/view/3751945-63966904.html

http://xhamster.com/photos/view/3751945-63966903.html

http://xhamster.com/photos/view/3751945-63966904.html

I like the two where they're giving the thumbs up. All of the pictures should have been like that. Have the women all doing the same thing. I mean, the side, front, and back view is obviously good for comparisons (but they don't even do that in all of the pictures) but the thumbs up gives the model some creativity. Shows how comfortable she is getting photographed.

The woman in 337 became a softcore model. These casting pictures were from Ukraine, I think. But yeah, of course the woman with giant tits is going to be offered work. She later had them reduced because a doctor found a bunch of lumps or something in them. That's not sexy.

Even the woman in 298 has huge tits. But compare her to 337 and it's not even close. Much better body on 298. Slimmer, for one thing. Prettier face too. And 299 is prettier still but again, smaller boobs. Just goes to show that breasts trump everything in porn.

It's like the last time my ladyfriend was here, she had gained quite a bit of weight and I suggested that she could almost compete in a wet t-shirt contest now. Her breasts were considerably larger.

So she asked about this later, not really getting the reference. I said, "A wet t-shirt contest is a competition where the woman with the biggest breasts wins." She said, "Oh. I didn't really know the rules of the contest. I thought it was who was the best looking overall." So I said, "No, sorry. It's just about who has the biggest boobs."

It's true. I've seen many a wet t-shirt video where attractive women are soundly defeated by the proverbial big-titted butterfaces.

Where was I? Boobs...transcripts...god, I hate the transcripts. But they'll end. One day I'll finish them. I mean, I can do three hours over a weekend. And...if I do 30 minutes a day on weekdays that's...two and a half hours. So I can get through this 10 hours in two weeks. It's not impossible. And another three hours for this thing next week...big deal. I can finish that shit in two days.

It's only 8.30. Should I go to sleep? I'm working in Glasgow tomorrow so don't have to wake up until 8.30 am. 12 hours of sleep? That's quite a bit.

I'm constantly waking up with a huge boner, jerking it for a while, then going back to sleep. And it's always that I'm thinking about the times that E Powers said she wanted to suck my dick and whatnot. That's a bit weird. Instead of thinking about actual sex with black women or even top-heavy porn I think about some strange Leeds woman typing stuff.

Oh! Licorice arrived. The tub is so big, an average person could fit their head in it. I couldn't, though. Four pounds of licorice.

They're smaller than I remember. And softer. Maybe these are just more fresh. I don't know. I liked them stiffer. Gave it some snap. No double-entendre intended. I just like my licorice long and hard, that's all.