Saturday, September 23, 2006


Well...finally got my ass off the couch...and started doing something. Yesterday was my first rugby practice. I am twice as old as the rest of the team...but I'm also twice as big.....they tremble at my approach....and stand in awe in my wake. My blog, my lies.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Why?


Today.....my friend "H" tried to kill herself with an overdose of pills. She suffers from cancer, an idiot husband, and low self esteem. I sit her, waiting to hear word from her half way across the country, and realize that eventually she will be gone. I want to believe there is something after, some where for her to go..... but I cannot fool myself. I want to believe in a God and a heaven, or re-incarnation, or even ghosts, so that when she is gone, there will be something left of her. But the fact is, when we die, thats it. It's over. There is no white light, no judgement, no reward and punishment. Life would be easier if I could swallow the lie of religion, but damn it..... I cannot delude myself. FUCK!

Sunday, September 03, 2006

I'm back


Stonehenge rocked.....no pun intended.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

My screwed up tattoo

This is the tattoo they screwed up.....Fuck!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

I don't think I can take much more.......I just want it to end.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Well...turns out I am still screwed up.....I don't know what is wrong with me, but this is driving me insane. I will double my dosage in about a week....maybe that will help. As things stand now tho, this is my last entry. Take care.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

I think....that things are finally starting to turn around for me. My emotions seem more in control, and I even allowed three drunk idiots to survive the other night at the Shock game (allthough the more I think about it, the more I regret that decision). I am even to the point were I can trust myself around people again. God I so hated feeling like that. To P....thank you for listening..... and to S....thank you for sticking it out, and thank you for your love. I'm not worth it....but I'm glad you did/do.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Break Time

I won't be on blogger again for a while....my life has take an unexpected turn for the worse..... and has become to painful to talk about. Maybe later...when things sort out, I'll try again. Maybe not. A good friend mentioned the other day... that when I say "maybe" it allways means "no". Anyway, wish me luck.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Sometimes I hate myself.

God, I wish I could just learn to keep my fucking mouth shut sometimes. I swear, I could screw up a wet dream. I need to find myself a new job...possibly as a hermit or trapper somewhere where people would be safe from my stupid bullshit. Maybe a lighthouse keeper. Or mortician.... that way everybody is allready depressed before they get to me. Fuck.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

I was mean... I was horrible.... I was nasty and terrible.... and we laughed like kindergartners.... I had a wonderful time... and I teased her so bad.... but she has a sparkle when her back is up.... and she fights back... and can easily hold her own. She kicked me, punched me, and even hid cheese in my Jeep. God I love that woman.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

I need

I need a rock to hide beneath
I need quiet
I need S

Saturday, April 29, 2006

The Ballad of Chasey Lain



Artist:Bloodhound Gang
Album:Hooray For Boobies
Title: The Ballad Of Chasey Lain


Dear Chasey Lain
I wrote to explain
I'm your biggest fan
I just wanted to ask
Could I eat your ass?
Write back as soon as you can

You've had a lotta dick
Had a lotta dick
I've had a lotta time
Had a lotta time
You've had a lotta dick ChaseyBut you ain't had mine

Dear Chasey LainI wrote to complainYa never wrote me backHow could I ever eatYour ass when ya treatYour biggest fan like that?You've had a lotta dickHad a lotta dickI've had a lotta timeHad a lotta timeYou've had a lotta dick ChaseyBut you ain't had mine


Dear Chasey Lain
I wrote to constrain
This letter is my last
As your biggest fan
I must demand
You let me eat your ass

You've had a lotta dick
Had a lotta dick
I've had a lotta time
Had a lotta time
You've had a lotta dick ChaseyBut you ain't had mine

P.S.Mom and Dad this is Chasey,Chasey this is my mom and dad
Now show ‘em them titties
Now show ‘em them titties

P.S.Mom and Dad this is ChaseyChasey this is my mom and dad
Now show ‘em them titties
Now show ‘em them titties

Would ya fuck me for blow?

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

King Sized


I have been told.... on more than one occasion.... that I remind people of an unmade bed.... Messy, warm, and inviting. That is perhaps the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Skills


Napoleon:Well, nobody's gonna go out with me.

Pedro:Have you asked anybody yet?

Napoleon:No, but who would? I don't even have any good skills.

Pedro:What do you mean?

Napoleon:You know, like numchuck skills, bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills. Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.

Well guess what....

I GOT SKILLS BABY!

Saturday, April 08, 2006

"Detachable Penis" by King Missle

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my penis was missing again.

This happens all the time. Its detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.

I can leave it home, when I think its gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out, when I dont need it.

But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I cant for the life of me remember what I did with it.

First I looked around my apartment, and I couldnt find it.

So I called up the place where the party was, they hadnt seen it either.

I asked them to check the medicine cabinet cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes but not this time.

So I told them if it pops up to let me know.

I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either.

I was starting to get desperate. I really dont like being without my penis for too long.

It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.

After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.

Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Marks Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven.

Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.


I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on.


I was happy again.


Complete.


People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I dont know.

Even though sometimes its a pain in the ass,

I like having a detachable penis.

Friday, March 31, 2006

Why is the dog getting laid more than me.

I didn't write this I'm afraid....and I know nobody reads this but S and P.....but I wanted to put it on here to share. I dont' know who actually wrote it or I'd give him credit. I just wish I had written it.
Simply put it’s because animals don’t complicate sex with feelings. Animals don’t “go out for a drink or dinner or whatever”. Animals don’t have a “litany of reasons why they have not gotten out in a very long time”. Animals don’t say things like “Please be under 40, single, good looking, professional or at least well read, D/D free, and available Saturday night.” And animals don’t say “YOU HAVE TO SEND ME A PIC!” When an animal is hungry they eat. They don’t care much what they eat. Some dogs will eat themselves sick and will eat poisonous things too. When an animal is thirsty they drink. Again, not too much thought goes into satisfying this need. When an animal is in heat they mate. No talking, no dinner and a movie, no nice car, no nice shoes. They give off a pheromone scent and howl to let others know they’re ready. If you’re truly a good-looking woman, who’s busty, professional, with a big butt, and up for almost anything then the fault is yours alone. I’d do you, and most of my friends would do you too. But being a girl is so very hard. You want to get laid, but you complicate things with history and emotion. If you make him shower and make him wear a condom you have eliminated 95% of the threat to yourself. If you carry a gun or a serrated knife then you’ve cut the remaining threat 5% down to 2%. So there you are, 98% sure he’s safe enough to screw. And statistically speaking, most guys are clean and most guys are safe. Just like most guys’ just want to screw. We like women who like us. If you give it to us we’ll gratefully take it. So what’s stopping you? You’re a girl. You have to talk to him. Have to. Genetic compulsion. If you don’t talk to him then you’d be a guy. Guys don’t talk to the hamburger they eat. If you’re horny then screw. If you’re thirsty then drink. You have to know if he can form sentences like an English teacher, because if he can’t talk then he can’t screw. At least that’s what girls think. You have to know that he has a job, or is looking for a job. You have to know that he lives on his own or he’s had a bad setback and is only living at home recently and temporarily because if he’s not ambitious then he can’t screw. I mean how good could that steak dinner be if the cow was a mamma’s boy and a slacker and couldn’t conjugate Moos to save his life. If he was smart and sensitive, maybe he wouldn’t be on your plate in the first place. No I don’t work for PETA. No I’m not a vegetarian. My point is that women don’t want sex. Why is the dog getting laid more than you? Because the dog wants to get laid. Women don’t want to get laid. If they did, they would. Women want safety and security and comfort and dependability. Women want a shoulder to lean on, a chest to cry on, a lap to sit on, and someone to count on. Women want to cuddle and talk and share secrets. Women want to go out and be out and stay out. Women want to see a great show, have a great meal, and dance at a great club. Women like dressing up and being seen, but when they stay in women like foreplay. Sex is like dessert, but foreplay is the true meal, the reason you came, the entrĂ©e, and the most fulfilling part of the dinner. Women can orgasm standing in the supermarket checkout line. They don’t need men for orgasm. They have better toys then men do, trust me. Women don’t want sex. Women want to make a deep quality connection with someone who will listen and respect them until death they do part, except when Patrick Swayze haunted Demi Moore. Even death can’t keep them apart. How romantic is that? Speaking as a man, we’re more like dogs. We can be your best friends and we’re loyal to who feeds us best. We’re trainable, if you take the time to train us, but when it’s time to mate, then mate. Don’t have a headache, and don’t plan a special vacation to Vermont next month. Step up or step back and let some other woman try. I know this is wholly unattractive now, but why would I cheat if you were giving me sex when I wanted it? Everything can’t be blamed on women, but men don’t complicate sex with feelings. We just want to get laid. Just like dogs. Well, I gotta be back to work. I hope this was more educational than funny.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

A wonderful time.

I had an awesome weekend.....Mistress S is supposed to be writing out the details. I can't wait to read them.

Friday, March 24, 2006


Finally, tomorrow, a day I have looked forward to for months, is almost here. Tomorrow, S and I will finally get to spend some time together, alone, all night. 70 miles from here is a hotel room waiting for us, with a king size bed and on the water. Tomorrow…at 8:00… I get to pick her up and then off we go. We get to do some exploring…of the country side and each other...and I finally have S all to myself…. if only for a little while. It will be wonderful.

And no...we aren't actually staying at the Holiday Inn Express. LOL

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Welcome To My Brain


Guess What's On My Mind

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Bonus Day

It was a bonus day. I had not planned on seeing her, but things just somehow worked out. We meet where we always do, and S told me that she wanted to pick up her friend, now our friend, G, and then we could do something together. Cool.

We picked up G, and then went to lunch. They ganged up on me, lots of barbs and comments, and I threw out a few stupid comments so that they would have some ammunition, and I had a blast. After we ate, we went back to G’s apartment, just to hang out…not plan or expectations. When we walked in, I didn’t wait, I didn’t fool around. I grabbed G by the hair, and forced her to her knees. I didn’t ask, I didn’t suggest, I didn’t’ even tell her what to do, I made her do it. She unbuckled my belt and took out my cock and took it in her mouth, and S sat in a chair with her sunglasses on and watched. I pointed at S and crooked my finger at her, and she got up and came to me, and I kissed her deeply and whispered in her ear that I love her. S began to unbutton my shirt and take if off m as G sucked my cock. Heaven.

The redirection of blood flow made me light headed, and I sat on the edge of the bed. S kissed me again, then she took my cock in her mouth…..sometimes I am soooo lucky.

Finally, as they kissed each other, I began to cum. G took me in her mouth again and I came and came, and she got every drop. She turned and kissed S, sharing it with her, and I heard S whisper “thank you.”

If we only had had more time.