I have got to get back into the website. I love the hell out of it, I have fun when I'm on it, but life just gets in the way. Stupid life. Also, thinking about changing my name back to ChocolateJesus. Thought I'd share.
I'm leaving SG. I never come on here anymore, and money is tight. I always think I'm gonna join and be really active here, but that never happens. So, until next time...
Dream I just had:
My parents moved to downtown Cincinnati in a gorgeous house. Four stories, like a hundred and fifty years old, right across from this huge city library that looked like the gioddamn Parthenon. Cincinnati had all these Russian buildings with thos tops that look like snow cones and those spires that Muslim cities have. It was a very multi-cultural city, which isn't exactly what Cincinnati is known for. And my mom was complaining that she liked her old house better because there were too many windows in this new house. And suddenly I realized that she was right, there were windows like every two feet and they stretched from floor to ceiling. I went outside on to the front porch and sat down to read. My dad was conspicuously absent, but I know he was there somewhere. I tried calling my friend, who in reality lives in Cincy, because I could see the same spires from my mom's new house as I could see from her house. But I couldn't get through. The line was fucked up. Then I noticed how noisy everything was. Really really fuckin' loud.
Suddenly, the dream switches gears, as dreams will often do. Same house, but now I'm watching some soft-core porn all about lesbains that takes place in said house. Also, this porn is narrated by a guy. And all the women live in this house that previously my mom had just bought. And there's a really really really superhot black girl in it that I keep waiting to see naked, but it's just not happening. The tape ends after like two episodes and I have to go find the other tape, which is now hidden somewhere in the house my mom just bought. I wake up before I find it. And yes, they were VHS tapes.
Anyway, I know it's not that interesting. There weren't any zombies or vampires or anything. But lately I've been mulling over moving to Cincinnati and I'm sure that had something to do with the dream. Any dream-analyzers out there?
My parents moved to downtown Cincinnati in a gorgeous house. Four stories, like a hundred and fifty years old, right across from this huge city library that looked like the gioddamn Parthenon. Cincinnati had all these Russian buildings with thos tops that look like snow cones and those spires that Muslim cities have. It was a very multi-cultural city, which isn't exactly what Cincinnati is known for. And my mom was complaining that she liked her old house better because there were too many windows in this new house. And suddenly I realized that she was right, there were windows like every two feet and they stretched from floor to ceiling. I went outside on to the front porch and sat down to read. My dad was conspicuously absent, but I know he was there somewhere. I tried calling my friend, who in reality lives in Cincy, because I could see the same spires from my mom's new house as I could see from her house. But I couldn't get through. The line was fucked up. Then I noticed how noisy everything was. Really really fuckin' loud.
Suddenly, the dream switches gears, as dreams will often do. Same house, but now I'm watching some soft-core porn all about lesbains that takes place in said house. Also, this porn is narrated by a guy. And all the women live in this house that previously my mom had just bought. And there's a really really really superhot black girl in it that I keep waiting to see naked, but it's just not happening. The tape ends after like two episodes and I have to go find the other tape, which is now hidden somewhere in the house my mom just bought. I wake up before I find it. And yes, they were VHS tapes.
Anyway, I know it's not that interesting. There weren't any zombies or vampires or anything. But lately I've been mulling over moving to Cincinnati and I'm sure that had something to do with the dream. Any dream-analyzers out there?
Happy St Patrick's Day, everybody!
Go out and drink some Guinesss, a couple Black n Tans and finish the night off with an Irish Car Bomb.
I know that's what I'm doing.
Cheers.
Go out and drink some Guinesss, a couple Black n Tans and finish the night off with an Irish Car Bomb.
I know that's what I'm doing.
Cheers.
Dear Women,
I have a dream that one day, men and women can sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I hope that someday men and women will be able to communicate between one another with openness and honesty.
If you used to date my friend and now you keep inviting me over to your house, let me know the reasoning behind it right up front. Just say, "I want you to come over because I find you attractive". Or "I just want to bone." Or "I just want to be friends, perv."
If we used to be really close when we were younger, but grew apart when one of us got engaged and the other got married, let me know the reasoning behind calling me up and asking me to go out on Saturday night. Yes, I'm aware that you and your husband are on the outs and that only further complicates me thoughts on the matter. Just tell me what you want up front. If you're not sure what you want, let me know that.But, please keep me constantly updated, like a 24-hour news channel.
If we took each other's virginity thirteen years ago and we recently hook back-up, explain to me how you feel now, because you confuse me. This whole hot and cold thing baffles me. Maybe it baffles you, too. But at least let me know that.
In closing, let me tell you that I'm here. I'm open. I'm willing to give anything a shot. If you want to date or to actually pursue something, I'm down. If you want to just have fun, I'm down. If you want me to never speak to you again, I'm down. Just let me know.
"What we got here is failure to communicate". Let's all work together to change that.
Love,
ChocolateJesus
I have a dream that one day, men and women can sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I hope that someday men and women will be able to communicate between one another with openness and honesty.
If you used to date my friend and now you keep inviting me over to your house, let me know the reasoning behind it right up front. Just say, "I want you to come over because I find you attractive". Or "I just want to bone." Or "I just want to be friends, perv."
If we used to be really close when we were younger, but grew apart when one of us got engaged and the other got married, let me know the reasoning behind calling me up and asking me to go out on Saturday night. Yes, I'm aware that you and your husband are on the outs and that only further complicates me thoughts on the matter. Just tell me what you want up front. If you're not sure what you want, let me know that.But, please keep me constantly updated, like a 24-hour news channel.
If we took each other's virginity thirteen years ago and we recently hook back-up, explain to me how you feel now, because you confuse me. This whole hot and cold thing baffles me. Maybe it baffles you, too. But at least let me know that.
In closing, let me tell you that I'm here. I'm open. I'm willing to give anything a shot. If you want to date or to actually pursue something, I'm down. If you want to just have fun, I'm down. If you want me to never speak to you again, I'm down. Just let me know.
"What we got here is failure to communicate". Let's all work together to change that.
Love,
ChocolateJesus
Single. It sucks. Sometimes.
Like last night. Go on a date with a girl. Had a good time. She laughed at all my jokes, had good conversations. But really, it was like she couldn't wait to get out of my car when I drove her home. I wasn't a creeper, I don't think. I'm generally a cool/easy-going dude. I dunno.
I'd be gay if I could get past the whole "cock" thing. You women are too hard to figure out.
In other news, computer crashed. I lost everything. Pics, stories, videos, everything. I had a few videos I cut of my ex-fiance and I that are gone. Every story that I wrote since I was like 20 or so. I had a handful of stories backed-up, so at least I still have those.
Fuck it. Life continues.
Like last night. Go on a date with a girl. Had a good time. She laughed at all my jokes, had good conversations. But really, it was like she couldn't wait to get out of my car when I drove her home. I wasn't a creeper, I don't think. I'm generally a cool/easy-going dude. I dunno.
I'd be gay if I could get past the whole "cock" thing. You women are too hard to figure out.
In other news, computer crashed. I lost everything. Pics, stories, videos, everything. I had a few videos I cut of my ex-fiance and I that are gone. Every story that I wrote since I was like 20 or so. I had a handful of stories backed-up, so at least I still have those.
Fuck it. Life continues.
I have returned. Hopefully I'll stick around, make some new friends and become better acquainted with old ones.
2008 was fucked up. Hopefully 2009 will be a little smoother.
Anyway, how's everyone been?
2008 was fucked up. Hopefully 2009 will be a little smoother.
Anyway, how's everyone been?
Okay, tattoo freaks... I want to get another tattoo. However, I'm not sure how possible it would be to get what I want. There is a LOT of white in it. A LOT.
Take a look at a rough concept of what I want:
And let me know what you think.
Take a look at a rough concept of what I want:
And let me know what you think.
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