One bad trip continued and the holidays.

It's been two weeks and still no sign of the elusive Tranny Snowman/woman. I have to admit, my anger has finally subsided. The forced loneliness of the holidays was a drag but work was busy enough to distract the bitch, so the whining was kept to a minimum. While she was working I took it upon myself to elicit help from the uterus of the super bad ass but I believe my "host" got to her first. Needless to say, I have no pics. So, the search continues.
New Years was an interesting experience that left the bitch molested by a Mexican calling himself Carlos. If you ask me she could have made some money, but when she mentioned the threat of Herpes, I kept quiet. I am angry enough already. What more can I handle? Luckily, the night ended safely at a hot tub new year party with friends. Fireworks were watched, liquor was consumed, and I was Herpes free.