Damn time flys when you're working your ass off. Nice change of pace. I'm not built for sitting on my ass, i need to move on a project full steam, or i'm not feeling like myself at all. I just started reading 'Mind wide open" by Steven Johnson. First chapter was about the study of subtle communication's and the conversations humans can have thru sub text and unconcious reactions. Pretty interesting stuff. Hooch and a gud book in a quiet room sounds perfect to me these days.
My home computer is alive again. But my Dsl took a dump, so SG time is the day time for me for a while.
Hooked up with a friend about a month ago. She had been trying to corner me since late last year, but i can be a slippery SOB when i need too. Long story short- 6 hours of hard drinking and bar hopping in dwtn LA, and she ended up in my car, then on my couch, then in my bed.
I lied to her saying i didnt have any protection because i really didnt want to get physical with her. i was so blasted outta me head from the sweet nectar of the mighty Hooch, that things had already started. I ended up not having sex with her, willpower prevailing finally- and i'm grateful for that.
Why am i talking about this now? Well, been musing over it, and odd as it sounds, i feel kinda violated. Like, my avoidance of her and the attraction between us for several months prior to that night, all the self control i exercised- it all meant nothing in the face of her desires. I remember feeling weak, like my character was some how diminished when she found the crack in my armor.
I guess i'm feeling a little better about it now, but i still hold a taste of resentment towards her for that.
Now i have to go out of the room to fart.
Gud Day to alla yaz!
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My home computer is alive again. But my Dsl took a dump, so SG time is the day time for me for a while.
Hooked up with a friend about a month ago. She had been trying to corner me since late last year, but i can be a slippery SOB when i need too. Long story short- 6 hours of hard drinking and bar hopping in dwtn LA, and she ended up in my car, then on my couch, then in my bed.
I lied to her saying i didnt have any protection because i really didnt want to get physical with her. i was so blasted outta me head from the sweet nectar of the mighty Hooch, that things had already started. I ended up not having sex with her, willpower prevailing finally- and i'm grateful for that.
Why am i talking about this now? Well, been musing over it, and odd as it sounds, i feel kinda violated. Like, my avoidance of her and the attraction between us for several months prior to that night, all the self control i exercised- it all meant nothing in the face of her desires. I remember feeling weak, like my character was some how diminished when she found the crack in my armor.
I guess i'm feeling a little better about it now, but i still hold a taste of resentment towards her for that.
Now i have to go out of the room to fart.
Gud Day to alla yaz!
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your grey scales are fucking tight. nice work.
you have a site of your own? ...seems you must. i'd love to see abit more.
late.
Hey watch out for those oils man...I'm swithching to acrylics now for the same reason. They're my favorite medium, but damn the headaches!! and raught of me brain