Lexapro has meant my dick has been out of commission for a while. Two months ago, I was the horniest motherfucker on the planet with the hottest wife to boot. All of the sudden, diagnosed with PTSD, Lexapro comes into play, Jr starts hibernating like a fucking pussy ass bear. So tonight, take her out for a nice dinner, someone decides to start working again when we get some, and naturally magic begins to happen. That is, until her fucking knee met my fucking face, resulting in blood stains on our bed sheets and what feels like a thoroughly broken nose. I am now drinking Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and hoping it feels better in the morning. It's not crooked like the last time I broke it, but the pain is on par and I'm breathing all weird out of my left nostril. And yes, I did fucking finish. Fight through the pain mother fucker. FIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN!
Spit on the stains. And wash them in cold water asap. I've been on anti-depressants since I was 14, you learn to deal with the libido loss. But yeah, it sucks.
A few of pieces of good news: I just sold a couple of paintings I forgot I even did. This means I will be eating well and going to the bar tonight. Watching old Bill Hicks clips. He's my favorite American. I love Bill Hicks. He always provides wisdom in tough times: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q95kX_EP2Nk&feature=related" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q95kX_EP ... re=related</a> <a class="postlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qmglGWMsdk" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qmglGWMsdk</a>
Another in a long list of dead prophets. Really does make you wonder if something out there is just fucking with us.
Supposed to hang with the ex(and fuck ) tonight, she decided to go out with chick riends instead leaving me plan-less. AKA IT"S MUTHAFUCKIN LONEWOLF time bitches! Going for the skankiest slut I can find to parade in front of the ex as a big fuck you. Oh yeah and said skank will be fucking me . And if you can't tell already I'm drunk. off this badass shit
Went to a Dub Step show at one of my least favourite bars in the city this evening. No matter what sort or show or what sort of crowd, this bar fucking reeks. I would assume some of the stench comes from the fact the front of the place is a Chinese buffet during the day but seriously, the amount of different and vile smells is unparalleled. The headliner was solid a but I really wasnt feeling it and ending up leaving super early with my friends screamed "bullshit" over and over as I walked away. As much as I completely and totally love my friends, I am beginning to worry that they will never grow up and/or I am getting too old. I am now watching Craig Ferguson with the cat and a bag of Kush in my very nice smelling home. All and all, I am feeling very content with the dissuasion n to leave.
So a great day turned into a really great day and then took a massive dump this afternoon. Joy. So yeah, sitting here in the Fortress of Solitude, bored out of my skull, more than a little buzzed off of the better part of a bottle of Captain Morgan Special Reserve and coke, (a gift, never would have bought it myself, but it's actually pretty fucking tasty), and just mindlessly and randomly surfing the net for anything and nothing. And I have just had the crushing realization that I'm kind of slipping into the ToyToy zone. Just a bit. But it scares me. And I think he's got around 6 weeks left in his 6 months less a day to go. (what else is there to do when you're bored but start bullshit rumours for shits and giggles?)
so I'm drunk ... that's cool Off lots of beer and beerpong parties were HORRIBLE tonight, but I chilled with the girl with a boyfriend who I can't resist. I made that mistake already once. It ended very well and very bad. We learned. Off to sleep See you guys tomorrow.
Women, jesus. A nice girl asked me to dance with her last night, things were going great, we made out a bit on the dance floor and I had a good vibe off her. Cue me going to the bathroom, coming back and finding her dancing with some random dude. Maybe I'm old fashioned or just a jealous bastard but what the fuck? Meh, whatever it just put the cap on an already crappy night. I need to find some new not flaky friends.
Can't stop won't stop Rock it to the rhythm Cause we - ah get down Cause we - ah get down Cause we - ah get down Joe Budden, Busta Bus Cause we - ah get down And we seeing that There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house Light that 'dro in tha house Smoke that 'dro in tha house Bring that doe in this house Bring that doe in this house Where dem hoes in this house? Where dem hoes in this house? Where my niggas at?
DId you know this fine young female before she asked you to dance? Because if not... Sounds like "So, this violent drug dealer I know is threatening to break my legs if I don't pay him more! I don't get it. He always broke other people's legs, but not mine..." In unrelated news a buddy is coming over (with his ball and chain...) for hanging out on my balcony and grilling and drinking. I normally associate some sort of smell with people coming over at this time of year but I can't put my finger on it, and it's missing. Maybe burning leaves. Gotta go get me some smoke perhaps.
My sister overheard a conversation she shouldn't have a couple days ago and bungled it all up in translation, which lead my mother to thinking I'm still escorting. So I'm being ignored now, even though I didn't do anything wrong, because I shouldn't have been talking to my friend that I used to work with around my seventeen year old sister. I'm extremely bored and beer is taking no effect. Perhaps I'll go make a fool of myself with $3 shots tonight...
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: <a class="postlink" href="http://bluntcard.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://bluntcard.com/</a>. Use with caution. For example:
So apparently "guests" aren't allowed in the school residence here after 10 pm. What's the point of having freshmen around if you can't bang them? And it's not like I can take them back to my place... well I can, but then they're at my place for God-knows-how-long.
I gotta say, for a video entitled "hot blonde appealing golden shower", that was not at all what I was expecting.