November 30, 2025, Sunday.
Haw River, North Carolina.

Life is short and we don’t make love enough. If only my debts would end, so I could meet up with escorts again. I really miss chubby women.

My father’s death didn’t shake me. A different energy came to me after that day. I felt that I needed to be stronger. I must laugh more. I must have more fun. I must exist more. Because I am next in line. And my time will be over in the blink of an eye.

Death is actually a magnificent thing. The peace we lost and search for is there. However, life is a fun game too. We started and we don’t want it to end.

And the fact that it will end one day is guaranteed. From that perspective, we are relaxed too. There is no problem with us acting spoiled and falsely wishing for it not to end. It will end anyway. Whether we want it or not, eternal peace will take us away.

Even the most fun game causes a headache after a while. It tires you. You get tired.

The lights will go out and our eyes will fall asleep and relax. However, the lights are on right now. I miss seeing full breasts while the lights are on.

I ask Gugıl (Google) the escorts of which place I should see. Cuba’s, it says; the Philippines’, it says; Russia’s, it says. It had previously said Mexico’s, Thailand’s, and Czechia’s, for instance. I visited those places. I had fallen in love most with Natalia in Mexico, Putita in Thailand, and Stepanka in Prague. Now it’s time to go to new sex tourism stops, to fall in love with brand new working women. However, first I have to pay off my 26 thousand dollar credit card debt.

It’s decreasing, you see. Once upon a time it was 45 thousand dollars. Now it’s 26 thousand. This debt will be zeroed out in 2026. Then bring on the chubby ones, out with the petite ones. My favorite girls are short and chubby girls. They are very cute. I feel like eating the cheeks of these babies. And their butts. And everywhere else. They are literally my source of happiness. These working chubby cutie ladies are my reason for holding on to life.

Now I will dream of them tonight while sleeping. I set my alarm for 7 am. I will deliver the wines I brought from Washington in North Carolina tomorrow morning. I will earn $2250 in return. Working women ask for $150 in Mexico, $50 in Thailand for an hour. With $2250, you can meet and pour your heart out to a lot of workers. Life is beautiful. The fact that it will end one day is even more beautiful. Much more beautiful than all of it, the most beautiful of all are the jiggly jiggly ladies. Also, I love potatoes very much. It feels like I could eat potatoes day and night. Maybe I’m just hungry. But now it’s time to sleep. 7 hours left until 7 am. It is 12 minutes to 12 at night here right now.