An account of my misadventures cut with music, movies and whatever the hell catches my attention at the moment.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
bitchy arabian bears aren't the best morning people
Let me start off by saying I love Jason. I think he has a good heart and I'm so thankful to be given the opportunity to see the country, and meet cool and interesting people.
I'm a pretty laid back, chill guy. When things bother me I can usually just let it roll off my back. I internalize and move on. Usually. There are certain personality traits and characteristics I just can't deal with.
I can't help taking notice of particular behavioral patterns my road trip partner displays at times.
I'm a pretty laid back, chill guy. When things bother me I can usually just let it roll off my back. I internalize and move on. Usually. There are certain personality traits and characteristics I just can't deal with.
I can't help taking notice of particular behavioral patterns my road trip partner displays at times.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Moving on. It's a two way street.
I've noticed Jason's been dropping an excessive amount of hints to try and lure me into a conversation about Dante. I've ignored it on the most part. I just have no interest in a third party opinion on my failed relationship. But when I went out for a cigarette after Wii and wine with Jason's new room mate last night, I couldn't help over hearing a conversation between Jason and Dante. Couldn't help mostly because Jason felt the need to put the conversation on speaker phone when he noticed me.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Useless stoner fact: The Simple Life Edition
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
...Can I breathe yet?
Spent most of the morning laying about, four to China's cramped, twin sized bed. Polish at the head to my foot of the bed, Jaime besides me. Nursing various stages of hang overs with Red bulls, cigarettes and bacon sandwiches we watched black women empowerment films on cable.
inappropriate thoughts...
Sometimes when I'm taking care of a morning rager my mind begins to wander. I find myself thinking about a certain guy I have no business saving to the spank bank. Though he is younger it's not so much the age difference that bothers me but the inappropriateness of who he is. But one can't help the fantasies I guess. I keep thinking about his long, fat cock swinging behind loose basketball shorts, the outline clearly visible. His long, hairy legs hairy, slender yet strong poking out. I imagine those legs wrapped around my head as I service him. That flat, stomach with the thin patch of dark course hair starting at the bottom of his navel and hiding underneath the elastic waistband of those boxer briefs he loves prancing around in. Almost like he knows what he's doing. That tight little ass I would have him begging me to fuck once I eat it till he can't take it anymore. Pressing his huge feet against my chest as I plow into him. ....you'll have to excuse me for a moment.
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