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I'm obsessed with Semagic, so I'll notice if you add me.
[Ben Affleck is a real person. I am a real person. However, we are not the same real person. Meaning this is fake. Very fake. More fake than you can shake a stick at. I've never met him, have no association with him, yada, yada, yada. This journal is for entertainment and creative outlet ( Read more... ) -
Fuck, the things I find to talk about.
I used to watch a lot more porn than I do now. I have no qualms in admitting that. I find that, for the most part, pornography is healthy. (We won't delve into the freaky ass Japanese shit. Or German. ::shudder::) I still watch my fair share of Vivid vids. But what I can't handle anymore? Internet porn. Bang Bus, Bookworm Bitches, Sapphic Erotica, ( Read more... ) -
Jitters.
I've spent the past few days practicing my "gracious face," so that when I lose to Eddie, Jack, Brad, or Mark . . . I can look like I'm really, truly happy for the winner. Ha. Really, though, I'm just glad that I was nominated. We always say that when we're up for an award, when what we're really thinking is, "I'd better fucking win." But I ( Read more... ) -
Jen skipped doing a sappy post. I had to pick up the slack.
I never used to believe that I would ever be capable of being a father. I grew up in what pretty much amounted to a single parent household. My own father had a lot of things he had to work out when I was younger. Because of this, he was gone more than he was around. He wasn't a bad parent. He was just an absent one. Our relationship now is fairly ( Read more... ) -
Better late than never.
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I went grocery shopping yesterday because I developed an insatiable craving for those L'il Smokies miniature hot dog sausage things. I have no explanation for it, because I've never eaten those outside of not-so-upscale gatherings. Anyway, I made my way to the store and emerged victorious, Smokies in hand. Back in my car and preparing to turn out ( Read more... ) -
Skim on by, this makes no sense.
I've spent so much time inside my own head lately that I've almost forgotten how to converse with other people. I dodge phone calls and delete voicemails without listening to them first. The only person I talk to is Jen, and that's just about Violet. Actually, I talk to Violet, too, but there's only so much of a conversation you can have with an ( Read more... ) -
"The problem with doing nothing is not knowing when you are finished."
There is a very good chance that tomorrow will go down in history as one of the most important mid-term elections in our nation. There is a lot riding on tomorrow, and I hope that everyone reading this is planning on going out to the polls (or has already sent in their absentee.) I simply cannot stress enough how important voting is. So many people ( Read more... ) -
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I've discovered, as of late, that playing poker online requires little to no skill. Oh, sure, you have to know the basics -- what makes a good hand, when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em, and all that. But the biggest skills in poker are the ability to read people, and the ability to make yourself unreadable. As the "Party Poker" commercials like to ( Read more... ) -
I probably should have put this behind a cut tag.
I lost my virginity to Cheyenne when we were seventeen. It was everything your first time is supposed to be -- awkward, embarrassing, and quick. It was honestly so bad that it took us another month to try again. But once we did, well. I began to understand why so many people talked about sex like it was the be all, end all. I discovered, seventeen ( Read more... )