so yeah, I watched that state of the union adress last night ( Read more... )

So here's what I've noticed; Love songs are annoying and painful to listen to when you're alone. But when you're in love, they are AMAZING. I've always listened to Barry White in the past, but right now, those songs are my fuckin life soundtrack! "Time has Told Me" by Nick Drake, or "Because I Love you" by Lenny Williams, this shit is MOVING me ( Read more... )

so I spent yesterday, and the night before, drinking alcohol slowly and socially. Sat. night was just a drunken painting experience alone(typical for me), but involved absinthe as well, so sunday morning I naturally felt like the devils ASS ( Read more... )

had sex for about 2 and a half hours yesterday ( Read more... )

Ok, so it's a Roman holiday that will be celebrated with the notion of "Jesus!". Not "Inebriation" or "Oiled boy sex!". It's also Winter Solstice time, which is a little more respectable. Whatever. As I used to say when I was young, it's Free Shit Day ( Read more... )

"Musicians": or, it's like Sex with a Bored Prostitute ( Read more... )

the man has to get up at 6:30 for work. the man goes out with his girlfriend to a shit bar, it's dead so they leave. the man is already pretty drunk and is about to pass out. the man's girlfriend leaves him on her bed and goes out to drink with others who can handle their liqor and who don't have shitty schedules. the man waits for her to leave ( Read more... )

so yeah, I spent all day in DC yesterday at the smithsonian museums with Kimmy. Soooo fuckin nice to get out of Bmore and go absorb information I actually WANTED to absorb. Checked out dinosaur bones, exhibits about evolution, big ass bugs from the other side of the planet, and the art museum (which burned us out, so we went home). Some people ( Read more... )

ok, I'm currently sick as fuck with a killer sore throat, all kinds of "nasal" shit goin on, and as of this morning, non-stop cough ( Read more... )

I'm a person who dosen't wear his heart anywhere near his sleeve, maybe not even in his chest. It's back at home, in a box, complete with the instructions. So when confusing emotional connections show up, I'm struck dumb for the appropriate words and just want to escape to my home to figure it out. This isn't a very good way to deal with things, ( Read more... )