Sweaty pits & weiner shorts

A'ight. I'm feeling better now. I went on a bit of a bender last weekend and it's taken me until now to feel up to par. What ever the fuck par is? 100%..A-Okay..Super?

So I feel a'ight. I'm ghetto like that. Bender was interesting, as drug and booze induced benders are. Busting rails all night and into the afternoon the next day. Was feeling zonked..obviously. My friends wanted to go get more at 5am...fine I'm game. My friends wanted to go get more at 11am. I am NOT game and why would i delay the inevitable and terrible come down. I wanted that come down as soon as possible and there was no way in hell I was going to get higher...I dont think I could have. Was alrweady mad pit sweating too. Had to work at 1:00...no more.

Lay down and caught some bizarre form of ZZzzz's where i didnt feel like I was really sleeping and I kept whacking off thinking of my hot neighbor (partner in crime from said night)

*****fuck is he hot....6'4" 210 shaved head and just plain old hot..with bad cloths...but he was wearing loose like mesh Champion shorts..so i could see his cock...all night..back to the story****

and I was contemplating going upstairs and asking him if he wanted some head. He is straight. But he was also tweaked so his judgment may have been poor...needless to say i didnt go ask...but thinking about doing it and the apprehension proved to help with some mind blowing orgasms...then my heart was beating so fast I couldnt sleep with the noise. Fuckin hate it when that happens.

I recovered somewhat and went to work for 1:00. Dead..wore some smoked glasses because I was sporting the trashbag with monster pupils look. At least in dark glasses I was sporting the such deep dark beautiful eyes look. I hope. Good thing i tan too..so I had some good color. I worked kinda...sat around and ate cheezies and merchandised a bit. Walking was rough. Left early , crashed at 7pm until 8 am the next day. What a fuckin waste.

More recent news I registered for my last couple of req'd courses...Finite Math and Human Geography here I come...who would think you would need those for an Arts degree with a major in Art History , possibly if if feel so inclined, History of Modern European Society too. Crazy kids down at the University. Anyways..done in December of this year..then on to social work...maybe....I dunno...damn. Hard to decide what to do, Im assuming it gets easier in due time?

Resuming normal life..finished my refinishing of my kitchen chairs...I wish i could describe them. Hmmm square stained walnut with one piece L back and seat in off-white leather. Deco and fucking amazing. Never cease to amaze myself with my refinishing skills. Such nice lines on these chairs. Bought a crazy glass table with some multiple thick chrome tube base. Nice. Im poor. They're nice. Im poor. Priorities, I have beautiful furniture and fridge full of chicken, bottled water and soy milk and a cupboard full of protein powder. Nice car full of gas and clean. Being big and strong with pricey taste take a toll. My new mantra- I'm poor, they're nice.

I've got to get my credit card down too...jesus...I just threw 1500 bucks on it and I already spent a ton on some new pants (pinstripe but ridiculously nice and casual and low rise) and shorts and a couple of shirts. My uniform in the summer is fitted white t-shirt with jeans or maybe these low rise pin stripes or shorts..and i confess...i love birkenstocks. If i was a flamer i would be disgusted with myself. All I use the cc for is clothing and I was convinced that if this was it's sole use it would stay at a reasonable amount..does everyone have credit card woes? It's at 2600 CAD so 2100 USD. That bad?

5 tokens fo' a dolla

Had to leave work yesterday for a sore jaw...and not for any of the right reasons. Although I was feeling down and sore so I went to a popular glory hole peep show place..holy christ was it sleazy.

It's by the university that I attend and I have been there once before as it is hopping with young guys and business men, I chose a booth put in some coins and started taking care of business when a dude starts jangling at my door...I just smirk and carry on. This dude is all aggressive and jiggling the lock and eventually the door opens. He looks in and says "wow' (obviously) and invites me to a larger booth. Hell, why not? My tokens are up and I still wanna get off. So we're doing our thing and guys are knocking on the door and asking if I wanna get fucked..lilke they have never seen an attractive well dressed slut? How juvenile...err...yeah thats good..juvenile. So he slips a condom over my cock and starts jerking and I cum.

I cum.

I would have been embarassed if I wasnt the hottest thing in there. Like 10 (5 maybe 3) minutes into it and I get off. He tells me in some accent " Gee dat was too quick..i was gonna suck it." UMm hands off sir. Dirty condom in his hand, theres a gift for the wife and kids ( I assume), and walk out to the front of the store where my car was parked in a loading zone. It was rush hour and to be honest I knew I was gonna be quick..in fact i thought id be quicker. No ticket though..whooo...hooo this day is looking up.


I went home and bought some ben and jerrys ice cream and froze my jaw and smoked a few cannons and watched HOME DELIVERY. Which is the ghettoest of shows? WOW That is certainley a kitchen I would want for myself...forest green and fake oak laminate...the hosts are soo phoney.

My jaw still hurts and i dont feel funny today. LIke humorous..at all.

Ooop sorry POps

Sorry about all the spelling errors and grammatical errors in my last entry. I added the Pope part after the fact and didnt wanna go back to fix anything. Later Pope. Or Pops if he had kids...which he cant have...so he didnt..who knows though.

Dude digs some dastly (sp?) duds and The Pope died

So the dude wears a trenchcoat. Its all I can think about. You think that be bad. I do . But I still dont give a shit because its a fuckin lead pumpin layer. Im gonna look past it though. My perogative, after much deliberation with friends and random people who kinda know me, is that spring and then summer (just in case y'all aint followin seasons) are on their way. So all that will matter is the cute jeans and t shirts and maybe some flips flops. Thank christ above that ole ma nature is shiftin the winds to warmth. Crazy old boot.

This kid does have some potential...as he is "fresh meat" though. Freshly homosexual and freshly confused about what exactly it means to be fag (that was for you..punk...i hate that word too). Its hard to explain with so many conflicting ideas floating around..or flaming...whatevs. Trying to explain to this guy that being gay is simply a small part of who you are..its not what you are. Im a human that digs dinks. No beave for me but bring on the cock n' balls. I think he understood it.

Dude was also talking about how I had lived an interesting life full of experiences. I see them as growing pains...and as I am not saying I regret them. I am saying I wish sometimes that I had been thinking clearer and would have been a tad more aware of how stupid some of those things (err dozens and dozens..maybe a hundred..people) were. I dont think that I took some enlightened path, although I am lucky to have turned out normal...whatever that is.

This kid may have some potential. He DOES have potential.

Just went to the bathroom and two dudes were going to town...reminded me of battle farts from harold and Kumar.

Pope just died. Meh. Too bad someone died. Too bad he hates homo's. Too bad that thousands of people are dying everywhere in various conflicts and the old Polack ddint have much to say about it. Sorry your dead pope. Ill see you in heaven. . .even though im gay. Then again i dont believe in Heaven. Soooo enjoy your mauseleum. I am not sad, but feel for my mom because she digs catholisicsm. Sorry Mom, you can have a new right wing old man too look to to for faith soon. Her and her sisters are probably weeping in between croissants and wine. Maybe they will take a day trip from their National Lampoons Provence Vacation to visit the pope...orr lack of. Could be a good take off of weekend at bernies...then again maybe it was...he hasnt looked great in a while.

Im going to mourn...meh im gonna have a cigarette and talk about shoes with the girl from the office over. She has great shoes. My legs are tingling...is that god punishing me or are they just sleepy. Yikes.

I tapped them...they woke up..or god responds to tap dancing. Who knows.

Very horny now..i can taste it. So big and perfect with the perfect body and christ....enough.

Very horny now

Very horny now...what body and so hung...he was soo hot...maybe thats what I miss.

X...not the drug..the boyfriend..sadly

As a sidenote...im laying off the coffee and god willing this thing will be a tad more chill and representative of how i actually am. Chilled. And Fuckin tired.

I still havent shaken the thoughts of the ex boyfriend. Fucked up shit...yo. How many of you kids have had a boyfriend then went str8..then moved to the oil rigs...then got a fat bitch for a fiance. Just me? That's wild.

Sooo hows abouts a recap....since im a glutton for punishment and enjoy revisiting my failures in life and love. He had a boyfriend and had just started at my workplace. Infamous for being smoking hot and skateboarding professionally...I was damn interested. Dude had a boyfriend which made his sweet ass all that much more appealing. I used to have a thing for stealing other boys' boyfriends. So I did. It took me all of 2 weeks and we were dating and he had dumped his boyfriend and moved out of their apartment into one of his own. His friends were dope and the parties were fierce. He was into some heavy drugs and so was I at that point so everything seemed perfect. I lived at home and he slept at my place most nights and we partied until all hours.

We moved into this huge apartment..like 2000 sq feet and partied all the more. He was a conflicted kid raised by druggies and had always dated junkies. A pattern fan I guess. Loaded and fucking everyone in our perverse weird little (it was huge) apartment world. We broke up after we did a bunch of acid and he screwed a few chics and then I went nuts writing mean things all over masking tape and decorating (use that term loosely) the apartment. We were however in love. Thats enough of a recap as they are painful memories...especially the good ones.

We broke up, I went back to school and kept in touch with a few of his best friends that were str8 skater boys that I had fucked while we were dating and since fucked a bit too. I fucked the whole situation up. How much did I love him if I cheated on him? With his best friends? Meh i dunno...I did. I cant stop thinking of him and how much I miss him. I suppose I miss the aspect of having a normal str8 acting boyfriend and I guess that I miss being a general fuck up and having a sweet piece of ass at home with a cock like..oh christ what a body on that kid. He was only 19 when we started and no doubt str8 with issues. Thats enough because this has so sustenance.

His cock was the ultimate comfort food though.

Im horny now.