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Is the Seventh Sense….

Guy — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 02:20:27 +0000

I see white boobies!

Yes, those would be mammary glands

It’s only a test

I’m Back

Guy — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 02:18:27 +0000

Not my back, but I'm back.

So if you take a month off from your life to figure out why you wanted to take off from your life you start to realize your life is all you got. Sure, I got my heart handed to me on a golden plate. Oops, I was still using that, thank you very much. But at least I could fill the hole in my chest with my friends. The Boy has turned out to be a good ear… but there is something surprising about him. I’ll leave that to later.

Tonight, I want to declare my return to the realm of the living. As my dad said, “Life is too short to remember the ugly things.”

WATCH OUT BITCHES AND THINGS IN BRITCHES! HERE CUMS GUY!!

It Happened Again

Guy — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:46:24 +0000

Today was one of those days you would like to not have. I felt rather dark waking up, and it just got worst from there.

Ok, that’s not fair. I felt good, not great, but good. And so I went to work, doing an afternoon shift on a snowy day. I made good money and was drinking my water and Cokes (i.e. Rum and Cokes to the public) and laughing when a dancer walked by me. I don’t know here name since she was new and usually there is a 90 to 10 chance that she wouldn’t be back tomorrow. But she smelled.

She smelled of Joe. The girl who broke my heart. I felt horrible.

My mind remembered the first moment I smelt that smell. We were both taking a pee when she exited the stall next to mind just at the right moment for me to walk out of mine. We whapped heads and I smelled that smell. It was like Jasmine and sweat. It smelt… beautiful.

And today I smelt it again. And the memories came back. And I felt empty inside.

The Boy didn’t cure me of my woes. I think I knew that before. The only mind that can help me is… my own. And right now, its smelling jasmine and sweat. And missing what could have been.

A Plan is hatched

Guy — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 23:44:23 +0000

Ok, so it’s around 5 and I feel better. I had a beer, Bud Light Lime, and my brain has cleared it’s pain. My heart, on the other hand, has decided to punt.

In other words, I’ve accepted what happened. I have to. There isn’t anything else I can do, and, I guess, if I truly do say I love her, I should be happy she is happy for her. Even without me.

But now, I have a plan. Tonight, Guy is getting laid! I stumbled on this picture and it pretty much sums up what I’m up for.

I’m pretty sure whatever I decide to take home will understand the meaning of angry sex.

Hang over hell

admin — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 17:44:19 +0000

Fuck… me mind is running with a thousand reasons I should get over it and move on, but my body… well, I’m not sure if it is my brain that hurts more than heart. I guess 100 pound chicks shouldn’t drink vodka with nothing else… The burn made the pain go away. Or replaced it.

Anyway, I’m hurting. Maybe if I get a piece of the dog that ate me, I’ll feel better. Or it will just make me puke. That might help too.

She Loved me, then she loved him

admin — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 04:28:35 +0000

You know who it is I am talking about. The eyes, the boobs, the hips… the ribs… I likes my ribs.

That it is all I will reserve for you. You’re over. Done. I have gone on. I can. I am free. It is time for me to see what I can be. I knew you for 4 years and parts of you for 2. Good parts. But other girls have parts too! It’s time I say thank you and move on.

I’ve know you and men. And to tell you the fucking truth, they both seem very good to me.

Who’s fucking next?

Man. Woman. Somethig in between. Well, I don’t know, but I know it won’t be you.

Sorry. All that I am will not be what will help you be who you could be. In the words of Barkowski, “Next!”