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Posted:Jan 9, 2009 12:07 pm
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If anyone has any comments about my blog or just wants to say howdy, tell me how badly my posts suck, ask a question or make a suggestion, or tell me how stupid I am for my take on some random topic, leave 'em here. I'm the only person who will ever see them, but I can't promise I won't use what you say as a topic later on....
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51 Random Facts About Me...and Growing!
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Posted:Feb 10, 2009 2:52 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2009 12:50 pm
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Irritating song of the moment: Mungo Jerry, In the Summertime
I will add to this as more comes to me but in the meantime, enjoy! I have discovered that whatever I add to this is very strongly dependent on my mood. Go figure.
Additionally, I went ahead and reversed the list, so that all the new tidbits are at the top, instead of making y'all scroll down to the bottom to read the latest. I'm so considerate that way! 
70 C'mon...sign my guest book or send me a message. You know you want to...
69 Loads of fun, and I wish I had the opportunity to do it more often
68 I have a very dim view of people who think they know better than me what's best for me
67 I was raised to believe that nothing in this world is worth having if you don't earn it
66 Ever watched porn with someone, and only allowed to touch yourself? Want to (with me)? It's harder than it looks. Same thing goes for the porn
65 I hate typing the word 'economic'
64 I don't know why, but I just love the word 'twerp'
63 I usually reserve swearing for only very special occasions, like when that fucking pinhead jackass cuts me off in traffic
62 Sometimes my desire to be non-pushy and respectful comes off as being timid and lacking confidence, which is totally untrue
60 If I had to choose one item of lingerie for a woman to wear, it would be stockings
59 I don't go for any particular body type. I love all kinds, but I do have my preferences and dislikes
58 My eyebrows get very mad-scientist if I don't trim them
57 I briefly dated a Congressman's
56 I have very strong voyeuristic tendencies, and I'm usually not afraid to follow through on them
55 I both love and loathe wikipedia
54 I can remember the last time I got roaring drunk and woke up without a hangover
53 I will school your ass at Jeopardy (see #52), just dont ask me about ballet, Shakespeare, or poetry
52 I am an overflowing repository of absolutely useless information
51 I love everything about the female body, especially experiencing it first-hand
50 Some of the smartest people I know have no real education
49 My glass is half full. I want it to be full, and I want a bigger glass!
48 I am not without my faults
47 Ever had sex dangling off a cliff on a rope? I have, and it's not all it's cracked up to be
46 I have no qualms with sharing the irritating song that's been running through my head for the past 3 hours
45 When I get together with some of my friends, we sometimes hit a critical mass and instantly revert back to somewhere between ages 12 and 17
44 There are many opinions with which I disagree
43 There are very few opinions that I do not respect
42 I tend to reserve 4-letter words for special occasions, but I also admire those who treat them like an art form
41 I am of a truly rare breed: a native Austinite
40 I understand the difference between telling it like it is and flat-out rudeness
39 My dancing skills are about the same as a 3-legged poodle
38 I have a very strong voyeuristic streak
37 My iPod playlists all all over the map to the point of utter confusion. Buy me lunch, and I'll show you...
36 I am very open and open-minded
35 I do my best to keep myself informed
34 Someone is alive today as a direct result of my actions
33 I have done things I am not proud of
32 I reserve the right to offend you. Go ahead, offend me back. I don't mind
31 I believe I have the absolute right to be left alone if I choose
30 I ask a lot of questions
29 I know just enough about a lot of things to appear really, really clueless
28 I'M FUNNY, DAMMIT!!
27 I don't have any specific 'type.' I find all sorts to be attractive
26 I am a political Independent, and proud of it
25 I try to treat people the way I would like to be treated
24 I am an optimist
23 I have learned a lot of things about life the hard way, to my detriment
22 I utterly despise the double-standard, in all it's evil forms
21 I believe there is a grain of truth in almost all stereotypes
20 I think about sex almost constantly
19 I rarely take myself very seriously
18 It takes a lot to get me angry, but I do have my Buttons
17 No, I'm not telling you what they are
16 I am very easygoing and laid-back
15 I have no tolerance for self-importance or stupidity
14 Often-times, I'm the Quiet One. Be careful! You know what they say about the Quiet Ones...
13 I sleep very well at night
12 I know who I am, and overall I like what I see
11 When I do shots, I tend to do things like sing karaoke
12 As a public service, I don't do shots any more
9 Manners are important to me
8 I have 2 birthmarks
7 I recently got into the ranching business with my dad
6 I hate that my boss "requests" that I read Buzzword Books
5 I am a huge fan of British comedy
4 I have the fashion sense of a gnat, minus the annoying buzz
3 I'm a whole lot more interesting than I may appear
2 I was an extra in the movie Dazed and Confused
1 I am an absolute barbecue snob
More to come...stay tuned!
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Joining the ranks!
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Posted:May 2, 2009 3:59 am
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2009 12:50 pm
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Have any of you ever found yourself wide awake at 3am, unable to sleep, freaked out because you just lost your job and your financial cushion is about as thick as a bedsheet? That's been my day, probably the worst I've had in recent memory.
It's times like this I wish I could just curl up and sleep for a week.
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The music of your life...
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Posted:Apr 29, 2009 3:32 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2009 12:50 pm
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Song of the moment: The Crystal Method; Comin' Back (Again)
Every one of you has one or more. All of you. You may deny it, but it's undeniable. I'm talking about a song or songs that take you somewhere far away, to another time or place, and usually to something a lot more pleasant than where you are physically.
I have a few, and since it's been a while since my last post, and since I just finished listening to the song-of-the-moment above, my mind is now totally incapable of focusing on what I need to take care of. So, me being me, I figured on sharing it with you, my adoring audience.
Oh...and, break-up songs don't count! I'd just as soon stay on the positive side of things.
Before we get to the main course, though, a few appetizers...
Aerosmith, Sweet Emotion
I can never listen to this one without being dragged back to one of my top-5 favorite movies, Dazed and Confused. The song's opening bass line, pulsing through the speakers as the opening credits roll. Masterful. Every time I hear it, I can't help but watch my mind's eye turn to that scene, and if I'm alone you can be damn sure the volume is getting cranked up. The movie was filmed here in Austin, and I was actually an extra in one scene, so I actually have a personal connection to it. That doesn't stop it from being a fucking awesome movie, though.
Conway Twitty, That's My Job
For those of who don't know this song, it's a powerful one, and with deep meaning for me. It's about a father- relationship, and how Dad is, all the way through it, steadfast in his love of his . It reminds me of how, for better or worse, my dad has always been there for me. Always trying to lift me up when I'm down, never hesitating to call me out when I'm being an idiot, always letting me know that, yes, I am capable of doing better. It also reminds me that, with my I have a responsibility to do the same, to take them from needy, dependent and do my best to make sure they grow up to be confident, capable, and above all, good, people.
Ok, now for the Main Event....(go ahead and take a peek at the song-of-the-moment, again. I'm actually playing it on my laptop, just to keep the mood)
This song always...ALWAYS...takes me to a place of raw, hard sex. Nothing soft, no candles, no strawberries, none of that. Just two or three people, naked, sweaty, and fucking each other senseless. There is a point, about two-thirds through it, where it gets to a certain point and all I can think about is a woman, on her hands and knees, her ass up in the air, getting pounded from behind, her entire body shaking with the impact of each thrust. You can tell from the expression on her face that she is completely lost in the moment, that nothing else matters but the hard cock that is filling her. He is focused on her, watching her, knowing that with every stroke he brings her closer to the edge, that he's taking her to places she's never been before, and that soon she will lose control and have nothing less than an earth-shattering orgasm, the kind that will have her eyes crossed and her entire body twitching, shaking, quivering. And through it all, he keeps at it, knowing that his turn will come too, that she will take him in her mouth, licking, sucking, stroking him, bringing him right to the edge and keeping him there, delighting in watching him try to maintain control while she takes possession of him, making him, for a time, completely hers, until she decides to give him his release.
Yes, there are other songs, but that's something for another day. As for you, dear reader....share!! Speak up about a song or two, what it does to you, where it takes you.
As always, y'all have a lovely, sexy evening.
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Partner-Porn Challenge, or, Keep Your Hands to Yourself!
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Posted:Mar 31, 2009 3:00 pm
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2009 2:35 pm
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Irritating song-of-the-moment: Autograph, Turn Up the Radio
So, I was chatting with someone yesterday about one of the lines in my random-facts-about-me post, and it occurred to me that I should expand on it a bit and turn it into a full post.
The concept is pretty simple, really...you and your partner pop in the adult movie of your choice and watch it together. There is only one rule, though: you are not allowed to have any physical contact with each other. So, touch yourself, grab a toy, talk dirty, do whatever you want. Anything goes, but you're flying solo. The trick is to see just how long you can go before one of you can't take it any more and has to, well, escalate, at which point things then take their natural course.
It's kind of like mutual masturbation, but...not. The whole point of the game is for both of you to take care of your own foreplay, or not; it mostly depends on how much self-control you choose to exercise. Personally, I think it would be erotic as hell to keep myself going, alternating between the action onscreen and the action next to me, watching her pleasure herself, listening to her moaning and sighing, waiting for just that right moment... Waiting to hear her bring herself to the edge, encourage her to go past it, and just as she goes over the brink, throw myself over her and enter her, feeling her orgasm as the waves wash over her. Minimal thrusting; I'm only there to fill her, to give her that little extra kick, letting her enjoy the moment without having to worry about me. After all, when she's finished, I more than likely won't be, and remember...this is a game where it's OK to play to lose.
Who's with me? Anyone feel like dusting off an old tape or DVD?
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A peek into my naughtyness
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Posted:Mar 18, 2009 3:22 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2009 11:37 am
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Irritating song of the moment: Luscious Jackson, Naked Eyes
So, for those of you who didn't read my last post (shame on you!), a quick refresher:
- I haven't had sex in a long, long time. Too long.
- I feel like I'm going fucking insane because of it. Additionally, I seem to be a bit of an overdramatic crybaby.
- Whoever decides to take the plunge and finally join me in the sack, or the woods or wherever, these are some of the things that I'd really like to do. Not just the first time, and all of them that first time, but, well, you get the picture.
69. Great number. One that needs to be lived. I want your legs straddling me, giving me a perfect view of you, opened before me, inviting. Reaching up to touch it, rub my fingers along it and into it. Teasing out a bit of moisture and putting it to good use. Raising myself up a bit to taste you, lapping at your sweetness, sensing your arousal in the sounds you make and the heat pouring off you. Laying back, feeling you take me in your mouth, hot breath on me. Giving a soft moan when I touch you, the vibrations going all the way down my shaft. Your hand on me, stroking at me, cupping me, licking my pre-cum off the tip. Laying your head on my thigh for a moment as my fingers probe at you, finding your special spots, awakening them.Teasing me with your tongue as I do the same to you, licking, nibbling, sucking....
I don't necessarily have an ultimate favorite position, because as far as I'm concerned they're all good. Besides, what's important is what you're doing, and not necessarily how you're doing it. I know there are plenty of people out there who would vehemently disagree with me, and y'all are more than welcome to. In fact, ladies, I would be more than happy to let you have me in any and all of your favorite positions. I'm very accommodating that way. That being said, there are a couple that I particularly enjoy, so if pressed I'd probably say they were my favorite(s): Reverse cowboy and doggy. I'm honestly not much of an ass man, so I couldn't tell you I'm so fond of these two. In fact, I also rather enjoy kissing and looking into your eyes, not to mention making sure your breasts and nipples get plenty of attention. There is just something especially arousing about watching a woman's ass move as she impales herself on me. Feeling her moving up and down, hearing her sounds...oh, and you had better, from time to time, reach down and touch yourself, and make sure I get some extra hands-on attention as well. I think part of the reason is because I can go sooooo deep, which all guys like doing; that extra little bit of penetration can sometimes make a world of difference. And, if you happen to bend forward and give me a front-row view, well, I have been known to pull someone off of me and take her right back to Mister 69; see above.
Doggy, well, there is so much variety you can do with doggy. Loads of different ways you can set your legs, kneeling, standing, one leg on the ground the other raised up.... You get the point. Not to mention the potential for keeping my hands occupied. Reaching down, or around, for a quick or prolonged diddle or fondle, administering a few spanks, and the ever-popular hair-pull. Plus, for me this is the easiest position for a quick pullout to bury my face in your essence to give you a quick tongue-lashing before resuming, or changing things up a little bit.
So, dear readers, those are what I suppose should be considered the top 3 things on my to-do list. Now comes the hard part, tracking down someone to help me out with my hard part.
Oh...I'm not really one to ask for quid pro quo, but if you *really* feel you must, you can always feel free to share your preferences with me. Maybe we can compare notes and, well, you get the idea.... 
As always, dear readers, have a lovely and sexy evening!
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Brain Misfirings. Or, sometimes you just have to get it out of your head.
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Posted:Mar 18, 2009 2:20 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 1:17 am
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Irritating song of the moment: Garth Brooks, Ain't Going Down ('Til the Sun Comes Up)
Every time I get the occasional flirt, rare email, or comment on one of my mostly useless posts here, I get a big grin on my face. So, for those of y'all that have done so, many thanks and keep comin' back!
Lately, I've been so horny sometimes I can barely see straight. You know it's progressed from bad to downright pitiful when, whilst counting the months since the last time you've enjoyed the intimate company of another person, you have to use both hands and it's almost time to take off a shoe to keep track. Yes, that's the whole reason I came here in the first place, and no, I have been nowhere nearly as successful as I'd hoped. Oh well, they say good things come to those who wait, which probably means that when it finally happens, I might very well die from sheer overload. I can think of worse ways to go, though. All I really want, no, not want, but need, is a playpartner. Not a one-time thing, either. The time for that, for me, has passed, and I want somebody that I can enjoy. Enjoy pleasuring, and enjoy pleasuring her. Frequently. The more, the better.
Gawd, sometimes I'm a whiny bastard.
I've been seriously considering revamping my main profile after skimming through some of the other guys in my area. Bloody hell, some of 'em are attention-getters, and I know I can do better. Stay tuned, if for no other reason than to see just how bad a flameout it will be.
Well, I was considering throwing in some of the more tawdry thoughts that have been rampaging through my imagination, wreaking havoc and making it hard (literally and figuratively) on my day-to-day grind. Not the kind of grind I'd prefer, either. But, I digress. If you've stuck around to this point, stay tuned, and maybe I'll give you a little glimpse into the seamier parts of my mind. Let's hope it doesn't send you screaming to the woods or leave you in a catatonic state of shock. Given some of the stuff I've read here, I doubt it, though.
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Dear Dickhead, or, I May be a Cock, But You're Being a Dick!
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Posted:Mar 6, 2009 3:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2009 11:38 am
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Dear Dickhead,
Who, the hell, exactly, do you think you are?? After the way you treat me, you turn around and stab me in the back like that? How dare you! You know just as well as I do that if it weren't for me, you would NEVER have gotten halfway as far as you have today. In fact, I be it would be less than that.
You would NEVER have the balls (pardon the expression, but it is oddly appropriate) to ever, ever, EVER chase after any females if it wasn't for my constantly prodding you in the keister to do so. You would never have been half as popular in the locker room as you were if it wasn't for some of the stuff I put you up to.
You are such a crybaby!
Even now, after you wrote me such an awful letter, I'm still looking out for you. Sure, you protect me, keep me clean (and you do a damn fine job, at that), and spend quality time with me on a regular basis, but we've been together for decades now, and frankly, I want more.
You know the feeling you get when you have something new to play with? I miss that feeling! I don't think you understand quite how important it is that someone OTHER THAN YOU lay their hands on me. Well, maybe you do, but it just isn't as high-priority for you as it is for me. Otherwise, what else do I have to look forward to? More of nothing-but-the-same, day in, day out. Showering. Drying off. Being cooped up in that crappy thing you call underwear. Helloooo???? Ever heard of the term commando? It isn't just a bad Arnold Schwarzenegger movie, you know!
Actually, I take that last part back. I've seen how you do laundry...you think that fabric softener is something that happens to other people.
Good heavens...all I'm asking for is a little pussy, and I wind up being carried around by one. I am so tempted to go Viagra on you... Keep myself at attention and see how long you can take it.
Man up, you twerp!
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Dear Penis, or, an Open Letter to My Manhood
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Posted:Mar 4, 2009 8:59 am
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2009 12:51 pm
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Dear Penis,
Could you please, please stop trying to think for me all the time? I mean, first thing in the morning, I can understand you want to do some calisthenics to get the blood flowing, or when we see Scarlett Johannssen saving another Woody Allen movie you sit up and take immediate notice. But come on! Give a guy a break every once in a while!
You have to know that my job frequently has me up in front of people, and the pants that I hate wearing but have to anyway don't do a very good job of concealing you, when you decide to wake up. When take too many sit-down pauses, they get suspicious. And yes, I know that Renee, Kimberly, and damn near all of the gals in the design group have got your full attention, but you have to keep in mind: to get to them, you have to have my full cooperation, which you don't at the moment.
Penis, you're one of the biggest parts of my life. Always have been, always will be, and it's not like I don't take you everywhere with me. We've had some great times together, some of them in a woman's company. There will be more to come, lots of them; I promise. But, you have got to slow down a bit. Let me use my brain, let me get some work done, and I swear to you, I'll keep on the lookout for someone to spend some quality time with.
Is that too much to ask?
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Utterly Random Site Observations
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Posted:Feb 11, 2009 7:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2009 3:48 pm
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I don't like the new profile layout that has been foisted upon us. In fact, I hate it. I hate it so much I think that whoever greenlit it should be dragged out into the parking lot, tied down, and whipped with shoelaces for a while, then forced to watch reruns of Maude and Thirtysomething, a-la Clockwork Orange. You know, something so utterly cruel and inhumane that he or she will never, ever think about doing anything here that runs counter to my personal preferences. They took something that was very neatly arranged and easily navigated where you didn't have to scroll down for much and took it all apart. It's like they took a printout of a profile, cut out each individual section and threw it up in the air. Where it came down, that's where it goes! I imagine eventually I'll get used to it, but in the meantime I'll grumble a bit. Does anyone else feel the same way?
I have to admit, I am a total profile troll here. Troll? maybe that's too strong a word. Hoe about junkie? Does that work? I get on in the morning, and the first thing I do after verifying that yes, once again, nobody has messaged me, flirted with me, hotlisted me or commented on my blog, I start randomly viewing profiles. Quite a few of them. It's probably at the level that, if you didn't know me very well, you might think it was a bit creepy. This morning, though, I noticed two things, one that absolutely made my jaw drop, and the other is a trend I've been noticing.
First, fake accounts. I know, a site like this will have hordes of "lovely" "young" "women" creating profiles for the sole purpose of pointing interested men such as myself to other pay-to-play sites like iFriends and any number of cam sites where all of the women have a very Eastern-European look and half of them seem to have hired the same decorator. So far, they have been pretty easy to spot. Short, uninteresting profiles, information mismatches, and names taken straight from a Yah-Hu chat room. They do seem to be getting a bit more clever as of late, though. I've noticed a trend in names that has to be more than a coincidence. Syrupy pet-names like "snoogie" and "moofie" and "wookum", the sort of over-the-top endearments that usually make my stomach turn. They would be comical, if they weren't so insidious. Take a long list of these, slap a couple of them together, cut-and-paste from someone else's description, throw in a topless photo gleaned from 4Chan or some other posting site and, Presto! Instant profile! I just know these aren't limited to the Austin/Texas area, and it drives me nuts, having to sift through them.
I'm such a crybaby.
I saw a profile earlier today that just absolutely floored me. Someone, in Texas, showed up in my Who's Online section, so me being the troll that I am I took a look. She is married, and up-front about that fact as well as what she wants. All well and good so far, right? I glanced through the photos she had posted, and I noticed one that couldn't be anything other than her in her wedding gown. I've seen lots of photos here, everything from vanilla to provocative to sexy to plagiarized, but I have never, ever seen someone in her wedding gown. That, I think, is probably the ballsiest photo I've seen here since I joined. That is something I would never, ever do, even if I did, at some point, actually put on a wedding gown.
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I want...
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Posted:Feb 2, 2009 2:56 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2009 2:48 pm
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I want to feel someone's hands gliding over my skin.
I want to hear her sighs as I do the same.
I want to touch and explore a woman's curves.
I want to taste her...her mouth, her skin, her core.
I want her to tell me what she wants.
I want to throw her on the bed and take her, no foreplay, no words.
I want her to ride me slowly, sensually.
I want to bring her to climax using only my hands.
I want her to to greet me wearing nothing but a smile.
I want to spend hours doing nothing but exploring and pleasuring each other.
I want her to tease me mercilessly before she blows my mind.
I want to get her so aroused she orgasms the moment I enter her.
I want to be someone she brags about to her friends.
I want her to use me.
I want to use her.
I want to feel the tip of her tongue on my manhood.
I want her to know exactly what she does to me, and like it that way.
I want to occasionally wonder what I've gotten myself into.
I want her to be unafraid to push my boundaries.
I want to get creative.
I want her to tell me she can't wait till next time.
I want to know what it is to be well and truly fucked.
Tell me: what is it you want?
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Bleck
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Posted:Jan 12, 2009 3:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2009 4:11 pm
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Have you ever had one of those days when you just can't seem to get yourself motivated to do anything at all? That's been me all day. I've been fighting this headache all day, the kind that pills can't seem to put a dent in, and I'm finding myself staring at my monitor, watching the time go by but with no real productivity. Skimming through profiles here, hotlisting ones that get my attention, my imagination alive with the possibilities of what to wrote to them, all of the clever things I can say, knowing that on the other end she is laughing at my wit, my charm, that innate sexiness that comes from brains and intelligence and not a perfect set of pecs. Watching all the words scroll past, behind my eyes, and then....nothing. I can't find it in myself to translate it to typing, actually starting to write to someone, getting a few lines in and suddenly realizing that everything I've written is utter crap. Erasing it all and thanking my lucky stars I didn't send such drivel to someone. Hoping that tomorrow will prove to be more productive, both here and work-wise.
Y'all have a fun, sexy evening!
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