Dearest Kat,


This breakup letter should come as no surprise nor cause any heartache to someone as cold hearted as you. Time and again I've tried to get you to show me how much you care. Time and again I've been rudefully rebuffed.

I have emotions. I have needs. I have love to express. But Ms. Selfish you just don't care that you make me feel like my needs, emotions and loving intentions are shamefully wrong. Well news flash, Kat, they aren't. So, after 1 year I'm ending this charade of a relationship in hopes of finding someone who is emotionally mature enough to love me like I need to be loved; anally.

Don't come crawling back on your hands and knees asking me to get lubed up and on mine because behind us are your chances of loving my behind.

You see, to me and people who aren't dead inside like you, cornholing is a beautiful way of making love. It lets the cornholee (me) know that they are special and very important to the cornholer (you). The ironic things is how you always talked of taking our relationship to the next level, but you're just a woman of words, not actions. You gave me lip service and I needed my ass serviced. I mean, what's more intimate and meaningful than making sweet beautiful anal love? Butt nooky isn't something you dive head first in with just anyone. No, the person whose tootsie roll hole you hammer is someone extra special. You can keep your vows and veils and rings and ceremonies. I want something that actually means something. A trip down Hershey Highway is infinitely more meaningful than one down the aisle. It says that what we have is something special, something so important to both of us that it can only be expressed by you lovingly plugging my pooper.

But no, you say its dirty. It's wrong. It goes against god. Well boo-fucking-hoo. To us in the real world with hearts that function, that's called love. You don't have to sugar coat it, I know how you really feel about me. Its obvious that your just hiding behind those absurd reasons because I am not the one for you. I truly hope you find the guy that you can bend over, jelly up, and unconditionally love. For me, that person was you. Sadly, my love, feelings and yearnings to be poked in the brown eye go unrequited.


Love,


Leo


P.S. You really were going to erase that video tape, right?


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I live in Hawaii, yet I hardly ever go to the beach. I happened to go to Poipu beach the other day, though, and I'm glad I did. It was a stereotypical Hawaii day, despite the tourists blanketing the beach (although, I guess it wouldn't be Hawaii without tourists).

I decided to try out some action shots, which I haven't done before. There were a couple guys skimming and bodyboarding, so I decided I wanted to capture the motion of the waves when they rode them. I snapped a few good ones, but this was by far the best. The detail came out the best on this, and I was very pleased. I expected a lot of motion blur. Perhaps I will send it in to Guy Hagi and see if it gets on the news? :P