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|Saturday, June 14th, 2008|
|The Sexiest Girl I've Seen in a Long Time
Today, at a wedding reception, I saw one of the most magnificently attractive women I've ever had the pleasure of being in the same room with. She was truly a beauty. She was tall, and slender. Her hair was up, exposing her delicious neckline. She wore a white, strapless dress with pink flowers that exhibited her beautiful, slender arms, and the sexiest back and shoulders. Flowing down from underneath her small, but perfect bust and flat abs, it stopped just above the knee on a set of long, incredible, shapely legs. The kind you just want to run your hand up slowly and examine every inch of with your fingers.
Not only was she a magnificent anatomical specimen, but her whole attitude and persona were sexy as well. The way she smiled and laughed, the way she moved when she danced, her posture and her mannerisms... All exuded a fantastically attractive and sexy energy that I was just drawn to all night. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Watching her move, and dance, and laugh. Absolutely magnificent. She made me feel a want and desire in my chest. A desire to worship her. I can't even describe the feeling. It's a terrible feeling. And a wonderful feeling. Mostly, it's a weak feeling. But I had to tell you all about her because she held my attention all night. Even for a shameless pervert like me, that's not easy. I get bored, forget, notice another girl. But not this time. I couldn't help but watch her all night.
Unfortunately, she's a lesbian and was there with her girlfriend. I didn't approach her or even talk to her. I'd have likely only been disappointed if I had. But she was truly a siren. I was not the only one drawn to her. Many guys hit on her, danced with her, tried to talk to her. I'd have just been one in a line of douche bags. But, god damn. She was the epitome of sexy.
You should have seen her.
|Thursday, November 22nd, 2007|
What would you do if you knew you could not fail?
|Saturday, November 10th, 2007|
Jessica is a slut.
She likes it in the butt.
|Friday, July 27th, 2007|
|Monday, July 2nd, 2007|
I have two potential paths. One made up of isolation and possible adventure. The other difficult but possibly very rewarding. I will have to choose soon.
|Sunday, June 24th, 2007|
I feel old. My back hurts. I hate my job. I remember times in college when I would do nothing but sleep, play video games, and have copious amounts of sex. Just the fact that I'm old enough to longingly remember college makes me feel old in itself.
I had to trim my nose hair today.
|Friday, June 8th, 2007|
Your Score: Capable
71% Badass: 62% Ass-kickery, 74% Skill, 50% Sense.
With your high Skills score, you can get a lot of things done, and your
average Ass-kickery and Sense means that the things you get done are
probably not going to end in your hideous, disfigured death. Good show!
But how do you parlay this into true badassery? Easy! Improve
your eating habits, lift some weights (this sensible dog is doing
both!), and remember that you're not God's only Son, and that means humility.
If you liked my test, rate it. Real badasses leave ratings.
|Wednesday, October 18th, 2006|
And why does Hell only get half an acre?
|Monday, October 16th, 2006|
The disappointment is still there, but the feeling in my chest has subsided and I can think about this from my usual perspective.
On a side note: What's wrong with simplicity?
|Tuesday, October 10th, 2006|
I think I've figured out what it is about you that appeals to me. You will likely never read this, so maybe this is pointless. Or maybe it's exactly why I chose this forum. I dunno. I wish this is what I would have thought to say to you when you asked. I couldn't put it into words then. This is much more accurate.
It's your intensity. The extreme to which you seem to feel everything that you feel. When you're happy you're vibrant and effusive and when you're angry you're torridly enflamed. I want to see if that same intensity carries over to other things. I want to experience your passion and your lust a little more intimately. Especially if you experience it with the same irrational intensity.
Even though I think it's hopelessly childish and immature when you get irrationally upset or insanely giddy over things that I would pass off as insignificant, it is strangely appealing to me. Maybe because I feel like I don't experience enough emotion. Or maybe because I have comparable intensity in other ways. I don't know. But it's definitely your intensity that is appealing to me. It's that same intensity that makes me pretty sure this could never work. Even if you were interested. Which I don't even know for sure that you are. It's that intensity that makes you dangerous and unpredictable.
I don't know what to do. Probably nothing. There is probably nowhere to go with this.
|Tuesday, August 15th, 2006|
I'm pretty sure no one reads this. But today I ran 3 miles. I've been running between this post and the last, and I've worked myself up to 3 miles. Took me 24 minutes and 35 seconds. That's an 8 minutes and 11 second mile average.
I'd like to work that up to 5 miles at an 8 minute pace. Then eventually (in the distant future) 5 miles at a 6 minute pace. My ultimate goal is 5 miles in a half hour. This will take me some time to work out to.
For now 5 miles at an 8 minute pace. Then interval workouts and tempo runs mixed in to up my pace. 30 seconds per mile at a time at a time.
|Sunday, July 30th, 2006|
Today I ran two miles, did 50 push ups and 60 situps. I also bought a book. Different Loving: The world of Sexual Dominance & Submission
I think it will be interesting.
After I bought the book I came home and started up a conversation with a girl online whom I hadn't talked to in some time. As it turns out, she also has an interest in sexual dominance and submission (more specifically, submission). She also studies Gender and Human Sexuality at IU Bloomington. I think if she's not BSing me that she could be interesting as well.
|Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006|
Oh shit... I got my locker in the mail today. I'll be locked front and rear before the 15th. My jeep will be bad-ass.
Well, it seems our war might simmer down into cold war status. A silent power struggle. A subversive attempt to unseat people in positions of influence. Covert countermeasures by those people to maintain the status quo. Luckily for me I was smart enough to maintain an outward appearence of neutrality, at least to the extent possible. It seems, though, that some already have me marked as the enemy. I'm trying to stay abreast of the rumors as they are my main means of gathering intelligence on the enemy position.
|Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006|
I think I started a war at work today. Trouble is, I'm the only one on my side.
Another manager and a senior manager were involved. HR may be involved before long. It could be bad. I made a couple people mad.
I knew I might regret taking this job.
|Sunday, April 23rd, 2006|
This weekend we got lost in a torrential downpour 4 states away, got in a couple fights, one guy got knocked out, we saw some titties, got 3 lap dances, and almost killed two guys on a moped on the way home.
|Tuesday, April 11th, 2006|
The details don't make sense because the big picture isn't clear.
|Sunday, April 9th, 2006|
It seems life has a certain inertia to it. Momentum is more important than direction.
|Monday, March 27th, 2006|
I'm a worthless, lazy slacker. It's becomming a problem.
|Sunday, March 26th, 2006|
I guess I'm a Ramp Agent now.
Hopefully, I wont regret it.