There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
((thank you, Shel Silverstein))
Anyway, good to see you back. I'm crossing my fingers that some twist of fate brings you to CONvergence this year.
Thanks for the advice. I'm just sitting here hoping that it's just stress related instead of something much worse.
Anyway, my chiropractor works out of a victorian house on Hennepin going towards Uptown, so I'm guessing she's pretty cool. We'll have to see. If all else fails, I suppose I can resort to medicating with beer.
Now its just getting old.
Does anyone else have a problem being repeatedly interrupted while masturbating?
And if its not masturbation, its emailing that gets interrupted.
I was supposed to have plenty of time.
2 hours early is not cool!
And why...alway....ALWAYS when I am lost in a really intense fantasy and closing in on an orgasm?
2 freakin' hours
PS:I did manage to get... Read More
What about the statement "I don't want to be touched right now." is so unclear that one would get the idea that the person uttering afformentioned statement would want their hand tenderly touched?
This is one of the many reasons why you see less of me than you believe ideal. You expect me to want what you want, and you hear what you want to... Read More
So I have a rope burn, and you'll never guess just how I earned it.
No, really. You won't.
Every guess will lead you further astray.
For once, I am not being sarcastic.
Rope burn, I feel like making a crazy guess. Someone convinced you to do that crazy climbing a rope thing from high school gym class. In the process, you slipped. This caused you to slide down giving you rope burn on your hands and inner thighs.
Went to the funeral today and it hit me like a ton of bricks...
I never got to see her dance.
Social anxiety convinced me that I had to get her permission before showing up...
We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.
Japanese Proverb
...Dance like no one is watching...
Part of one of my favourite quotes
Its warm and sunny here in friendly Chitown. Were it not for the harsh winter months, appalling lack of parking spaces and the fact that it seems that after 20 minutes of driving towards your destination traffic makes it seem as though you are further away than when you started I would totally move here.
Why is it that the cities you would most expect... Read More
I SMELL LIKE A STRIPPER!
I got a $120 tip for $80 worth of lap dances.
Oh hey..get this...some drunken patron said he "Sooo wants to fuck me"
Wow! Thats a first!
"You and everyone else in this room, buddy."
I love being a stripper.
In other news:
Whats with my sexual pleasures being interrupted?
My kitty is displeased....if you disrupt my sexual pleasre...at least... Read More
Yeah, if you think that shit is hot... you should see the chick I met tonight up at Dancers (the place I got to down here). She's hot a hell and she practically fucked my brains out on the floor. And I didn't have to spend a dime....
WTF!?!!?
LISTEN UP PEOPLE!
When you and I are being physically intimate with each other and I say "Ouch!", followed by physically stopping what you are doing...that means don't do that.
It does not mean do that again in 30 seconds.
If I tell you I like something...that means I want you to do it.
That does not mean that I want you to continue... Read More
DAMN!
I was completely ill prepared for a visit from the Jehovas witnesses. Now that I am in a new home (with no one to across the street to call the cops on my nekkid arse) I had planned to answer the door nude.
Then I was going to invite them in and yell up stairs "Honey! The sacrifices are here!"
I did accept their... Read More
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
((thank you, Shel Silverstein))
Anyway, good to see you back. I'm crossing my fingers that some twist of fate brings you to CONvergence this year.
Anyway, my chiropractor works out of a victorian house on Hennepin going towards Uptown, so I'm guessing she's pretty cool. We'll have to see. If all else fails, I suppose I can resort to medicating with beer.