Jesus, I hate being loved for my cute mind
Yeah, it's been a while. I'm lazy and I'm an ass, neither of which is a huge revelation. I have been enjoying your writing over the last couple of weeks and think we all need a little spanking over the lack of writing that has been done on this blog. Okay, longfellow deserves the spanking, I just want to get spanked, and my hand on Letto and/or Miss. Davis' ass is a thought that rarely leaves my mind. As far as the subjects that have been discussed throughout my absence and what is going on with my world is something that I will attempt to tackle together. It should prove to be much easy than masturbating and driving; a skill I master while still with my driving permit. Do you realize how hard it is to orgasm with your eyes open?
Writing, God I wish I was doing more of it. Mostly now I just have a hard enough time trying to keep up with my personal journal. Miss. Davis, you kick some ass. I would love to be a proof reader for that little book of yours, if I may. However, if it is getting as sappy as your blog responses, I might not want to read it. I think we all get the point that you are in love. Three Beautiful things: 1. Cocktail waitresses that wear clothes too small for them and apparently have cut off circulation to their brain 2. waking up in a drunken haze and realizing you don't care about finding out what you did last night--because your currently having sex, and it's about to be over 3. whiskers on kittens.
The comps are sounding pretty tough, glad I don't have to worry about that for a few more years. While we are on the subject of gothic though, my friend Jeremy has a new girlfriend. After meeting her I realized that she is the first really fat goth I've ever met. How the hell does a culture of jackasses stay so thin while avoiding the outdoors completely?
The only other subject I wanted to hit on was love. Letto asked the question of looking for love or letting it find you (Miss. Davis, it seems, prefers the mode of tracking it down strangling the life out of it and mounting it on the wall for her friends to see. Longfellow is too busy trying to get laid to even vote in on the subject). Here's my current situation, take from it what you will. I am dating three women right now--yes they all know about each other, no they won't let me get them into a four-way. The first of which I will leave nameless because she has a husband and two kids. Oddly, she is currently my favorite and I know this one isn't going anywhere. She's Brazilian and always has interesting things to say. Or, maybe it just seems interesting and sexy because of the accent (yes, I do know the answer to that question). The second, Tina, is going nowhere because she is a egotistical bitch. She's--I swear I 'm not making this up--a blonde hair, blue-eyed, mexican/mormon, that is a lead singer of a cover band. The sex is great and when it's just us, she amazing to be around; put her in public and she turns nuts. I've known her ten years though and it's impossible to get rid of her. The third is Tabitha, a cocktail waitress that wears very tight clothing, gives me free shots, and that I frequently wake up have sex with. Come to think of it, I don't know that we've ever had a conversation. I'm cool with that. All of these relationships fell into my lap, one of them quite literally so. The relationships that I have found to be the most fulfilling and kicking my ass the hardest over screwing them up, were friends that I happened to fall in love with. It has happened three times and I am anxiously awaiting the fourth.
My birthday was last Sunday and I am now twenty five. If someone had told me ten years ago that I would be working at a fireplace company with a college degree, living in my sister's basement, and dating two women I could barely stand and one that I can barely understand, I don't know what I would have differently. Besides, I was too busy trying to learn how cum with my eyes open and keep it off my Mom's minivan's seat covers.
Writing, God I wish I was doing more of it. Mostly now I just have a hard enough time trying to keep up with my personal journal. Miss. Davis, you kick some ass. I would love to be a proof reader for that little book of yours, if I may. However, if it is getting as sappy as your blog responses, I might not want to read it. I think we all get the point that you are in love. Three Beautiful things: 1. Cocktail waitresses that wear clothes too small for them and apparently have cut off circulation to their brain 2. waking up in a drunken haze and realizing you don't care about finding out what you did last night--because your currently having sex, and it's about to be over 3. whiskers on kittens.
The comps are sounding pretty tough, glad I don't have to worry about that for a few more years. While we are on the subject of gothic though, my friend Jeremy has a new girlfriend. After meeting her I realized that she is the first really fat goth I've ever met. How the hell does a culture of jackasses stay so thin while avoiding the outdoors completely?
The only other subject I wanted to hit on was love. Letto asked the question of looking for love or letting it find you (Miss. Davis, it seems, prefers the mode of tracking it down strangling the life out of it and mounting it on the wall for her friends to see. Longfellow is too busy trying to get laid to even vote in on the subject). Here's my current situation, take from it what you will. I am dating three women right now--yes they all know about each other, no they won't let me get them into a four-way. The first of which I will leave nameless because she has a husband and two kids. Oddly, she is currently my favorite and I know this one isn't going anywhere. She's Brazilian and always has interesting things to say. Or, maybe it just seems interesting and sexy because of the accent (yes, I do know the answer to that question). The second, Tina, is going nowhere because she is a egotistical bitch. She's--I swear I 'm not making this up--a blonde hair, blue-eyed, mexican/mormon, that is a lead singer of a cover band. The sex is great and when it's just us, she amazing to be around; put her in public and she turns nuts. I've known her ten years though and it's impossible to get rid of her. The third is Tabitha, a cocktail waitress that wears very tight clothing, gives me free shots, and that I frequently wake up have sex with. Come to think of it, I don't know that we've ever had a conversation. I'm cool with that. All of these relationships fell into my lap, one of them quite literally so. The relationships that I have found to be the most fulfilling and kicking my ass the hardest over screwing them up, were friends that I happened to fall in love with. It has happened three times and I am anxiously awaiting the fourth.
My birthday was last Sunday and I am now twenty five. If someone had told me ten years ago that I would be working at a fireplace company with a college degree, living in my sister's basement, and dating two women I could barely stand and one that I can barely understand, I don't know what I would have differently. Besides, I was too busy trying to learn how cum with my eyes open and keep it off my Mom's minivan's seat covers.
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