I have been writing a series of articles on california women recently in order to formulate my thoughts on the matter. Due to recent conversations, I feel I must at least explain one of them. Referring specifically to my article concerning what I want in a woman, I admit that my priorities are fucked up ( Read more... )

This is what my coworker asked of me. What struck me more what he said later "what do you have in common with them... You're in the tech field and work 60+ hours a week. 80 at times. Women aren't like that ( Read more... )

I began writing a letter to you earlier ( Read more... )

Welcome to california, america. The land I love and but where I pretty much can't get any 'sleep'. I don't want to go over nor-cal or so-cal tonight, but I think I'd like to touch on city-cal, just a bit. I don't like getting off of the freeway at 12:01 and having a fucking gas station being closed. I never thought there would be a city that ( Read more... )

You don't have to be a Californian to love it here, but apparently you have to love plastic. I love plastic; an Amex that makes life just a little bit easier, the wrinkle free poly-blends that make our lives easier. I don't understand the use of our society to find more perfect breasts than what come naturally upon a woman's body. Friends, there ( Read more... )

tomorrow isn't today, but it will be soon ( Read more... )

The moon waxes heavy in her skirt of stars and clouds ( Read more... )

So... I wonder if this works well! What do you guys think... apparently to post you just message the client with "post: " and some text. To use a subject, do: "post: [Your Subject] Your post...." who knows... this could be useful someday... I just doubt it highly at the current level... it has some development to go before it becomes useful ( Read more... )

I felt like writing just now and I can't resolve to put certain words down. It's too bad.

I walk in the door of that seedy club every Thursday night - sometimes more often. The bouncer nods and waves me past as that sweet hypnotic aroma floods the air and my lungs. The lights dart back and forth over the breasts of a woman named S as she dances rhythmically to the music that I've heard so many times. As she bends and slides herself ( Read more... )