Blah...Im tired.
Ive got tons on my mind. Not too much, just a whole lot. Some things are hard to get out no matter how hard you fucking try. And yes, it pisses me off. Its my mind. Why cant I control what goes on in there?
Whatever.
Good things and fun things.
Camping this weekend is going to be a fucking blast. Although, Ive worked so damn much this week that I havent had the chance to get anything ready at all. Im looking forward to it like you wouldnt believe though. I crave physical exertion lately. Lots of it. Its almost insatiable.
This thing should be made to last more than 30 minutes. I think so at least. Itd be fun to try one.
Work has taken a turn for the better. Lots of overtime. Ive earned one $100 bonus and in the process of earning a $500 bonus. I get a new employee on Monday. Hes smart and knows his shit and we got along well in his interview so.....we'll see. One of my bosses was like "oh, youll like this guy, hes got tattoos and you guys have the same earrings." At that point I called him a judgmental fuck and walked away. He thought I was kidding. Him and his popped collar. FUCK. I dont know how Ive been working the hours I have been.Well, I do but its a bit crazy. And its going to get crazier. Most likely looking at 3 straight 70 plus hour weeks in a row. Dont ask. You more than likely dont want to know that part.
Im still planning on leaving though. Its just been....postponed I guess. For personal reasons more than anything else which shant be discussed here. Or really anywhere for that matter I guess. They will stay in my head until theyre sorted out.
Im excited about the music festival in Medina and seeing one of my favorite bands there but, at the same time, somewhat nervous I guess. Ive got a few weeks to figure that one out too. I havent seen them in quite some time.
Im supposed to road trip to Cinci next weekend to see Sevendust but I think everyone but one person is going to bail out on me. We might go anyways. 36 Crazyfists is the week after that AND the week after that in Columbus. I will be at both shows.
There is a fucking statue of Jesus on my way home from work in Willoughby! My batteries in my camera are dead and wouldnt give me enough juice to take a picture. Hes got his hands out kinda like' what the fuck'. At some point in the near future there will be a picture of Jesus with my cock and balls in his hands. It will be awesome and I will show you whether you want to see it or not.
I dont know if a lot of males know this or not, but motherfucking Gold Bond feels ridiculously awesome and spectacular on your balls. Seriously. Im not even kidding. If every girlfriend, wife, boyfriend, lover, whatever surprised their man with just a little bit of that shit just after getting out of the shower, Im telling you, there wouldnt be any more war. Too bad I suck and have none of the aforementioned. Except the gold bond.
My feet are killing me from working so damn much. I got some sweet new shoes but stupid sensitive feet havent adjusted to them yet. Its killing me. And its hard to give yourself a good massage.
Percolated coffee is probably one of the most ingenious thing Ive found in years. I want a brewer. If thats what its called. I want a goddamn percolated coffee making machine.
I work in a wood shop. Our finisher uses orbital sanders. I built a bunch of open box closet type things today and listening to him sand them was the most entertaining thing ever. It kept me laughing for a good hour and a half along with my buddy Al. Most times its a constant buzz that you hear but every now and then when theres a rough spot or a spot that needs extra attention he pushes harder and the bzzzz.....becomes more of HURMMM...... Now I dont know if thats the right onomatopoeia but it sounds EXACTLY like a vibrator that is being used. Use your imagination on whats going on and the difference between sounds. I like acting like an 8 year old and laughing at shit like that. Fuck you for judging me!
Tattoos are eminent. But, should I start on my feet and legs or start on my sleeves? I can go either way. What do you think?
Eh...Im off. I should go shopping for this weekend. More than likely I will find somewhere with a cup o'jameson awaiting me.
Were trying to organize a mountain biking trip in the next couple months if anyone is interested in going. Let me know.
Ive got tons on my mind. Not too much, just a whole lot. Some things are hard to get out no matter how hard you fucking try. And yes, it pisses me off. Its my mind. Why cant I control what goes on in there?
Whatever.
Good things and fun things.
Camping this weekend is going to be a fucking blast. Although, Ive worked so damn much this week that I havent had the chance to get anything ready at all. Im looking forward to it like you wouldnt believe though. I crave physical exertion lately. Lots of it. Its almost insatiable.
This thing should be made to last more than 30 minutes. I think so at least. Itd be fun to try one.
Work has taken a turn for the better. Lots of overtime. Ive earned one $100 bonus and in the process of earning a $500 bonus. I get a new employee on Monday. Hes smart and knows his shit and we got along well in his interview so.....we'll see. One of my bosses was like "oh, youll like this guy, hes got tattoos and you guys have the same earrings." At that point I called him a judgmental fuck and walked away. He thought I was kidding. Him and his popped collar. FUCK. I dont know how Ive been working the hours I have been.Well, I do but its a bit crazy. And its going to get crazier. Most likely looking at 3 straight 70 plus hour weeks in a row. Dont ask. You more than likely dont want to know that part.
Im still planning on leaving though. Its just been....postponed I guess. For personal reasons more than anything else which shant be discussed here. Or really anywhere for that matter I guess. They will stay in my head until theyre sorted out.
Im excited about the music festival in Medina and seeing one of my favorite bands there but, at the same time, somewhat nervous I guess. Ive got a few weeks to figure that one out too. I havent seen them in quite some time.
Im supposed to road trip to Cinci next weekend to see Sevendust but I think everyone but one person is going to bail out on me. We might go anyways. 36 Crazyfists is the week after that AND the week after that in Columbus. I will be at both shows.
There is a fucking statue of Jesus on my way home from work in Willoughby! My batteries in my camera are dead and wouldnt give me enough juice to take a picture. Hes got his hands out kinda like' what the fuck'. At some point in the near future there will be a picture of Jesus with my cock and balls in his hands. It will be awesome and I will show you whether you want to see it or not.
I dont know if a lot of males know this or not, but motherfucking Gold Bond feels ridiculously awesome and spectacular on your balls. Seriously. Im not even kidding. If every girlfriend, wife, boyfriend, lover, whatever surprised their man with just a little bit of that shit just after getting out of the shower, Im telling you, there wouldnt be any more war. Too bad I suck and have none of the aforementioned. Except the gold bond.
My feet are killing me from working so damn much. I got some sweet new shoes but stupid sensitive feet havent adjusted to them yet. Its killing me. And its hard to give yourself a good massage.
Percolated coffee is probably one of the most ingenious thing Ive found in years. I want a brewer. If thats what its called. I want a goddamn percolated coffee making machine.
I work in a wood shop. Our finisher uses orbital sanders. I built a bunch of open box closet type things today and listening to him sand them was the most entertaining thing ever. It kept me laughing for a good hour and a half along with my buddy Al. Most times its a constant buzz that you hear but every now and then when theres a rough spot or a spot that needs extra attention he pushes harder and the bzzzz.....becomes more of HURMMM...... Now I dont know if thats the right onomatopoeia but it sounds EXACTLY like a vibrator that is being used. Use your imagination on whats going on and the difference between sounds. I like acting like an 8 year old and laughing at shit like that. Fuck you for judging me!
Tattoos are eminent. But, should I start on my feet and legs or start on my sleeves? I can go either way. What do you think?
Eh...Im off. I should go shopping for this weekend. More than likely I will find somewhere with a cup o'jameson awaiting me.
Were trying to organize a mountain biking trip in the next couple months if anyone is interested in going. Let me know.
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I won't tell you lies...the stretchy jelly cock rings scare the ever-loving crap out of me. I may have a set sitting in a drawer somewhere that I never have the courage to ask anyone if they want to try because I envision it getting stuck or it being too tight or hair being pulled out and it having to be cut off. It'd be disaster, I am sure.
My ex was madly in love with Gold Bond. He would literally get on every geeky forum he was on and sing it's praises to any man that would listen. He had the regular stuff until I saw the cooling stuff on a shopping trip and bought it. God, how lame is it that I thought Gold Bond was a suitable shopping-trip surprise for him?
I vote start with sleeves.