I meet many girls that say they will never sleep with me on the first night. When they say that without me asking about it, I know they're going to do it, and I get a big smile on my face.
I know because she brought it up, that means she's thinking about it. I also know it's going to happen simply because it has happened a few times before.
OK...I admit that most of the time it happened it was accompanied by heavy drinking, and partying, but we kept it going in the morning, that tells me there were no regrets.
I bring this up because it happened Saturday. This girl, we'll call her L, told me in a text earlier on Saturday that I shouldn't expect anything from her that night. At that point I didn't care, I had an old fuck buddy lined up (we'll call her A).
After a long night A, K, my neighbor and I went back to my neighbors for a small after-bar. I stayed for one drink and left with A to go to my place. Immediately I got a dozen text messages from L telling me not to sleep with 'this skank' or else blahblahblahblah.... Women are retarded sometimes. Good thing I don't care.
In the morning I gave a ride to A. I texted L and told her what I was doing and that my door was open.
When I came back L was in my bed...
Never say never.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thank Fucking God....
The waste of a life that is Rudolph Giuliani is out of the race.
I'm not sure how to describe how much I hate that fucking ass hole, you know a guy is a low life when the fucking Devil runs out of words to describe him.
When Giuliani gets to hell he is getting the pineapple treatment: One pineapple up the ass every fucking day. That turd is going to endorse McCain, if I was McCain I would stay away from that radioactive piece of shit. The Republicans are fucked anyways (I said that about the Giants when the playoffs started).
I'm not sure how to describe how much I hate that fucking ass hole, you know a guy is a low life when the fucking Devil runs out of words to describe him.
When Giuliani gets to hell he is getting the pineapple treatment: One pineapple up the ass every fucking day. That turd is going to endorse McCain, if I was McCain I would stay away from that radioactive piece of shit. The Republicans are fucked anyways (I said that about the Giants when the playoffs started).
What the fuck is this?
Just ramblings, whatever comes through my thick head. It can be about some of the stupid bitches I meet, or some of the dumb stuff I do to get kicked out of bars or put in jail, it can even be about how ignorant people are. today it's about nothing.
In this blog I won't reveal my name, and the names I use are going to be made up, but the stories are real. I couldn't tell the stories with real names, it would get me in trouble.
The people that know me might figure out who I am, that's assuming anyone reads this fucking blog.
This is more of a therapeutic than anything, I tell people about random shit, it makes me feel good, and it's probably going to make people laugh.
Now I'll give you a rough overview of me. I'm in my early 30's, I have a career (that's boring as fucking hell right now). I'm somewhat smart since I graduated from college (I've also met retards that graduated so that doesn't mean much). I was married to a bitch. I can't stop hitting on good looking girls, although If I'm not wasted I can't stand talking to stupid bitches (and that's the majority of them). I'm pretty sure I'm an alcoholic, so does my doctor and my family. My friends don't think that because that would also put them in the alcoholic category. I don't remember half of my weekends usually, that's a lot of stuff to forget.
Lately I've been called the Devil... by 3 different people.... that don't know each other. Coincidence? I don't believe in that shit.
In this blog I won't reveal my name, and the names I use are going to be made up, but the stories are real. I couldn't tell the stories with real names, it would get me in trouble.
The people that know me might figure out who I am, that's assuming anyone reads this fucking blog.
This is more of a therapeutic than anything, I tell people about random shit, it makes me feel good, and it's probably going to make people laugh.
Now I'll give you a rough overview of me. I'm in my early 30's, I have a career (that's boring as fucking hell right now). I'm somewhat smart since I graduated from college (I've also met retards that graduated so that doesn't mean much). I was married to a bitch. I can't stop hitting on good looking girls, although If I'm not wasted I can't stand talking to stupid bitches (and that's the majority of them). I'm pretty sure I'm an alcoholic, so does my doctor and my family. My friends don't think that because that would also put them in the alcoholic category. I don't remember half of my weekends usually, that's a lot of stuff to forget.
Lately I've been called the Devil... by 3 different people.... that don't know each other. Coincidence? I don't believe in that shit.
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