THE OLYMPICS AND ALSO VALENTINE'S DAY

So glad Valentine's Day fell on a Sunday today. No trying to update when you twats are blabbering on about bullshit and-- hey wait, you always blather on about bullshit.
Today we have a very rare specimen indeed: a male who, on the surface, isn't gay. This is not possible, as we all know, because all men with blogs are gay. It's been proven.
But he seemingly has a normal life with some cunt named Jes (perhaps that's short for Justin, I don't know). But it's okay: he's a grade A dick, and dicks and cunts go together like Bruce Springsteen and bad music.

I convinced Jes that I was helping a friend move during the day and wouldn't be able to see her until later that night.

When making plans it's very important to stop for a moment and think to yourself "where can this plan go horrifically wrong?" and if "oh right, she could get totally butthurt" is the answer, you might want to rethink your battle plan, Patton.

And that we might miss our dinner reservations, but I'd make it up to her today (Monday). The plan was then that I'd show up and surprise her.

Let me guess: she went out with her girlfriends and got drunk.

Jes did not take it very well. She's a fiery one and I should have realized that there's no way she would just stay put and wait around for me to call. She went out with friends, which I didn't find out until I went to pick her up and couldn't find her.

Oh it's like he can see into the future how does he do it--

She had her phone on silent, so my calls went to her voicemail. Finally, I got in touch with one of her friends. The group was drunk at a bar.

Someone call the Inquisition we have psychic talent right here in my house--

At this point, there was no way we were going to make dinner reservations. I walked in and some guys were hitting on the group. Jes, pissed at me for all sorts of reasons,

I'm not sure who's the bigger twat in this situation. On one hand what an over-reactive baby his girlfriend is, but on the other hand what a dope he is for not anticipating this. Surely he should know his girlfriend better than me, a stranger on the internet?
This is an incredibly common situation in my life where I'm supposed to take sides but I end up hating both parties.

Words were exchanged and long story short, we all got thrown out and that guy and I continued fighting in the street.

Fist fighting, I hope.

Everyone else stepped in and broke us apart. Then I drove Jes and all her friends home. We're going to try VDay again today. See how that goes.

Yes your first attempt at synthing a happy Valentine's ended in a critical failure where all your materials were lost.
Also don't let anything like statistics fool you: my character manages to explode synths 30 levels below her.
She's pretty stupid.

The first guy Jes ever brought home to her family, and hopefully the last.

The first time was for a play date when we were maybe 4.

Oh look it's like they were meant to be together or som-- Zzzzzzzzzz

Jes is being amazing. Phenomenal. She's keeping me on my toes. Occasionally makes herself "unavailable" and flirts with other girls in front of me.

Huh that's really weird, because here would be my assumption if my girlfriend were unavailable: "oh huh she must be out or something I'll call again later." Maybe it's because I'd never date a cunt like "Jes" but availability would probably never keep me on my toes.

I took one of those plastic Easter eggs from my jacket pocket and gave it to her. I told her Happy Easter, and as she opened it, I knelt. A little wet from earlier rain, but great night weather.

hurrrrrrrr

It's sad when your girlfriend does better with her bracket because she knows more about college basketball than you do.

ENTRIES FROM A YEAR AGO
Also I just pick the coolest names to win. Belmont and Gonzaga should always win.

My horoscope from yesterday:

Stop. You're not a girl. Men do not read horoscopes.
Okay, proceed.

Today's birthday (Feb. 23): To you, it's not enough to be really good at one thing. You figure out how to apply your attributes to become a star in everything you do. May brings financial breakthroughs. The love risks you take in June are worthwhile.

That's from the birthday email my sister sent me. She bolded the last line.

Oh.

Attached to the email was a picture of an engagement ring, as if I didn't get the hint. And since things weren't already crystal clear, Jules called me later to explain that the picture was of the ring. I don't even want to know when she and Jes had this talk or why my sister thought this would be such a great birthday present.

So your birthday present was a suggestion to get your girlfriend a very expensive ring.
... Okay, I guess that makes sense--

This used to be a journal about my bachelor shenanigans and youthful indiscretions. Now it's a running commentary about the issues in my personal life. None of it is even that interesting.

OH WOW, NOT VERY INTERESTING. BETTER POST THIS IMMEDIATELY!

And right. I let a female friend sleep in my bed a couple of nights ago.

It's fine. Nothing happened. Hell, I'm pretty sure every girl in the house (well, almost every girl) has slept in my bed.

"Let me find reasons for my girlfriend to be pissed at me."

Which I hope is a good thing. She asked me how I'd feel if one of her guy friends spent the night in her bed.

Oh look she just threw you a softball--

I told her I'd kill him. She asked why there was a double standard. I apologized. She is really, really angry.

I'm looking into buying a motorcycle.

I think it'll make me look cool.

Jes thinks I'm a "dipshit" and an idiot.

You're so lucky I'm not your friend, dude.
I'm the biggest rabble-rouser ever.
"I think you'd look fucking rad," would be my response to your and your girlfriend's face, then in private to her I'd tell her I thought you were a dipshit and being unsafe.
You would never get a moment's rest.
So whatever, "Kevin". Enjoy your shitty life with your banshee girlfriend. Meanwhile in Meland I have awesome shit to do.

Heh llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

Today is Monday, January 18th, 2010 and on this momentous (arguably [though certainly not something I'd be arguing]) holiday it's nice to see people aren't posting about it constantly. Possibly because 95% of Livejournal is the complexion of an uncooked breadstick, MLK day hasn't really won Livejournal's approval. But, really, it makes my job a whole lot easier.
So today we have Derek William Armstrong's blog, derekwilliamarmstrong (by Derek William Armstrong) and you'll fucking remember it.

Turtles are loving, affectionate animals.
But, turtles have shells.
Now, that doesn't make them any less loving.
Or, affectionate.

Oh hey a sample of what I have to deal with three times a week. Blind yet? You will be.

Hawks have beautiful, luxurious feathers.
But, hawks are predators.
Now, that doesn't make their feathers any less beautiful.
Or, luxurious.

And here's me not giving a shit.

I don't wanna be wrong
I don't wanna be right
I just want you here
By my side
But when the words I say
are never good enough
to make you feel
the way you wanna feel.

Don't wanna be wrong but don't wanna be right. Deeeeeep.

1. Don't read my livejournals and then complain that they wasted your time. Its my livejournal. Don't read it then, idiot. Really ?

Oh there's a bulletproof defense. WELL IF IT'S SUCH A WASTE OF TIME DON'T READ IT-- well it doesn't make it not shit if I just avoid it, now does it, dipshit?

The rain hadn't so much fallen as it had condensed.
You couldn't say it was dark or light, and the razors of green grass buckled with the weight of yesterdays percipitation.
Being the only person up, it's hard not to notice the smallest of moduled dissapointment.
People are always too happy or too sad when they wake up early.

Not me. I'm too fucking angry.

Don't try and make any sense of this.


I cannot help but feel a little bit ahead of my time.

Oh shit. Stand back, plebs, he's going to be ahead of his time. Let's just ride the Thorazine. Don't even fucking try to make sense of this. It's too deep for your pea-sized brains.

1. "I've done everything you could ever imagine doing, so don't think you'll get away with it."

You've never worked your ass off
to get into a phenominal schools honors program
and raised yourself to be an immaculate human being,

Got me there I guess but my parents did raise me to not be an egomaniac.

You've never pushed yourself to be better
or surprised yourself with a future worthy of kings.

Yeah actually I have, dipshit. In fact a lot of people push themselves to try harder in school. You know how all those kids graduate every year magna cum laude and shit? I think they push themselves at least a little bit.

So don't tell me I am unprepared, ignorant, irresponsible, and lazy.
I am doing something that you could never do.

Like what, major in poetry? Not hard, dude. Some people even major in such useful subjects as medicine and SCIENCE or whatever.
Shit, something more on your level: some people can even manage that and an education major. Because, you know, someone has to teach your dumbass kids.
Well not *your* dumbass kids because unless dudes start dropping babies from their asses you're not having a kid, but you get my meaning.

I don't understand. If my parents offered me all the money I wanted
and a house, and a car, and gas money,
and would pay for everything and i could just "have fun"

I still would not do nothing with my life.

Oh so that's what you're doing that's way ahead of your time? Bro I have you way beat on that front. I just got a perfect IV Tyranitar. I clearly have a lot of free time on my hands.

"Why do you think the author made all of the intelligent and compassionate characters physically beautiful?"
"To antithesize society, like a satire, kind of?"

Antithesize. It's a word, actually, but I'm watching you.

I do not lack humanity. I do, however, lack sympathy.
A boy at my school is in a wheelchair.
He is pushy and rude, never says excuse me
and has run over my toes on more than one occasion.

No, Derek William Armstrong, I'll tell you what you lack. SHUTTING THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOURSELF FOR TWO SECONDS, CHRIST ALL MIGHTY.
I have a question for you, anyone reading this. How many entries have gone by?
In almost any other entry you might be able to hazard a guess that's kind of close to accurate because at least the subject (the degrees of "how much I'm fucking talking about myself" in the case of blogs) varies a little, but for all you know (probably) this is just one continuous entry.

Whats strange to me, however, is the amount of people who are wrong about me. I'm not a complex person,

Ha, ha, no you are not.

It's just strange. And I've already gotten, 'Why do you care what other people think ? As long as you're happy, that's all that matters!'
Which is, of course, the most ignorant thing I've ever heard. In my opinion. My life is entirely molded around what other people think.

Oh no, not what other people think about Derek William Williamson or whatever!

There are 10 of each. You can decide for yourself wether or not I think to highly or lowly of myself. I just thought I'd clear up any misconceptions.

Wow, I can decide for myself about Derek Derek Derekson or whatever! It's just like Fox News. They report, I decide! I feel so empowered.

i have never been drunk, ive never done drugs, i have never smoked
i have never snuck out

I love it when people equate not doing something as self control. No, asshole, you're just doing what you're supposed to be doing. Although when it comes to "self important" you fit the bill, so I can't say I'm surprised.

Lets start this livejournal off with a statement: I am gay.

No, you're kiddin'! Sure could have fooled me, William William Williamson!

But what's strange about it is, no one has ever disliked me for being gay.

Who could hate you for that when it's so much easier to hate you for something that's actually worth hating? Like, I don't know, your personality?

People constantly think that I'm so overly in love with myself that I need to be "knocked down a peg" so I stop thinking so highly of myself.

Can't imagine where they get that idea.

Although I'm not one to judge, and as you'll notice, I called him an asshole the same way he would have called me a faggot, I'm pretty sure he pretended to like me to get into K's pants.

So what, the faghag wouldn't have sex with this yo-yo unless she got her boy's approval?
Whatever, I gotta catch this fucking Beldum. He won't get in the fucking Pokeball, and I can't hit it because all my Pokemon are too fucking strong. Even moves it resists are 1 hit KOs. Then he just struggles himself until it KOs itself, so I have to FALLBACK AND REGROUP.
Catch rate of 3. Goddamn legendaries are easier to catch.

Gib Ochimusha Kote

I didn't get a chance to kill Mee Deggi yesterday because some tool factory took it out from under me by about half a second. That's only cool when I do it, man.
I think it might be time to start saving for Ochiudo's Kote instead. Same bonus, it just costs 500,000 more. Of course, at some point the time investment on the free one outweighs the 500k because opportunity costs (the hidden factor everyone forgets) but the question remains: CAN I BE THE BEST AROUND BY JUST QUITTING LIKE THIS?
It's a moral quandary I'll spend some time on. Biggest issue of our time, etc.
A true knight sets his mind on a goal and doesn't stop until it is completed, but I question whether completing it by a different method truly counts as stopping.
So our friend here is some kind of anarchist or something. He's a real pussy, though, so don't get excited.

Adeptus Lupercal

Once again I've had to deal with the fallacy of leaders.

Don't really know what that opening is about but it sounds like something from Warhammer, so aptus semper lucius, brother, just in case.

Someone gets it in their head they own the chuffing college and start harrassing us. Its pointless, despite the past, we don't want anything to do with her. She however seems to think everything we do revolves around getting her in some sense of the word. Its frustrating.

>doing things
>on campus
go to class, shut up.
Also likely someone does own the campus. I know it's a bit above the reckoning of your stupid caveman brain, but it is possible to own something.

All I want is a cottage, enough land, tools and water to grow my own food and a sodding huge black and red flag outside my door. I can't have any of this because I'm not 'rich' enough, which means I have to work and which means I have to attend college and everything else mandated by society to make me a good little worker.

Man, societal requirements are hard!

Once in these systems I can't even persue my own beliefs because small minded petty 'leaders' consider it a personal issue if we debate ethics and use non-authoritarian frameworks. Bleh.

So as I understand it there's this totally awesome thing called the internet where you can get into as many arguments as you like, and more importantly the people (like me!) just trying to keep their head down and go to class won't be bothered.

Let the idiots follow and the monsters lead, I just want to live.

Yeah well good luck with that, pusscakes.

Mtv was running one of those stupid 'how would you deal with this' army adverts about a night club. It was actually made by them and the MOD and its on the MTV website.

How fucking dare they! Lets con a bunch of stupid teens who are disenfranchised and agressive into signing their lives away and fucking up their future.

I'm sorry, what, was every other channel on your TV out? Was the "channel up" button broken? Why the fuck were you watching MTV unless you had to for some unspeakable reason?

And when you ain't got no legs, or you loose a hand or have horrible scars, think anyones gonna want you in their nightclub?

Society will take your youth and toss you aside once you are used up.

If you're the alternative I think I'll take the Knights Templar and their FATHER OOF OONDURSTAHNDEENG any time.

How can MTV, who's main demographic is teens, advertise and collaborate with a group of proffesional killers to fuck their viewers heads and futures.

By "proffesional (sic) killers" he means the army.

I suppose my objection to rulers comes from the fact that there is NO opt out clause. I can't opt out of taxes or war or slavery or even the police.

I SUPPOSE MY OBJECTION TO YOU IS WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DOUCHE?

I guess utilitarianism kinda makes the law redundant, just act in a way that brings maximum happyness to maximum people. I guess I see anarchy as max happyness for everyone

Until someone decides to increase their "happyness" by tormenting you for giggles and there's no police to make your boo-boo all better.
I'm not saying anarchy would turn the world into The Road Warrior or something (as awesome as the idea of vigilantes like Kenshiro, say, wandering around would be) but people are basically assholes and it's probably best we have a code of laws that's not optional.
Sorry you have to wear a tie, bro, but I might suggest buying a PS-Triple and shutting up or something.

So people wouldn't murder one another because, a) murdering isnt that fun, b) morally, its wrong (usually) and c) its a lot of bad consequences, cos people wont be happy, you will be guilty and you might get murdered yourself.

OH IT'S MORALLY WRONG, IS IT? What's that noise? Is that the sound of contradiction I hear? How can I truly have no rules as anarchy dictates if I have to answer to a higher authority like morals? Also:
>implying morals come from outside human minds
>implying morals aren't relative

where did I sign up for this, where did I give permission to be governed and controlled

Man you're as bad as Christfags with this shit. You know there are more things to talk about?

Firstly, I'm a shameless hypocrit, I know it, you know it. Atleast I have the good grace to accept it.

Now onto what I have to say.
I missed greece, I missed london.
I wish I was there. I wish I was out there right now with my paste and my posters.
I wish I was better at this.

Bet it's not raining in Greece right now. Also it's probably really warm. Shit would be, as they say, so cash.

Its an idea and its an action and its a thousand other actions. The question you have to ask is 'Do I really agree with: police brutality, war, government bullshit, hierarchy, slavery and death?'

Do I agree with death? Deep, man. Deep.

And bollocks to your false science and guesses at psychology, dont tell me I couldnt do that.

>science
>false

Dont presuppose cultural is the be all and end all of morality, dont try to tell me that we must respect genocide and slavery because its 'just their custom'. Bollocks to moral relativism, I'm a moral absolutist, but the only rule I carry is that we all act in a manner which considers the affects of action on those around us and we consider each one of those as equal to ourselves (in other words, do what you like, so long as you dont put yourself ahead to the detriment of another)

So wouldn't that be--
What am I reading?

Morality is not a geographic quality, its unique to all of us, so bollocks to your theories on relativism, since in all, a genocidal culture is not a culture made up of advocates of genocide, just a government that does.

>Morality is unique to all of us
>I'm a moral absolutist
This is why I hate philosophy.

I feel like setting the world on fire right now,

brb Ink Spots

I just got reminded why Im here. Im lucky! My world is filled with luck! Ahh to be favoured by fortune, yet once more it is my fate to wont for more.

A new car, flat screen TV, new games.

And that one is youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~
No other will dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I've lost all ambition
for worldly acclaim--
I just want to be the one you loooooove

Oh yeah, you.

THINK! I dont care what you're IQ is, tell me what you think of a gift economy, tell me why it wouldnt work and why your chosen flock would.

>you're IQ
>you are IQ

If you cant do that, you are fucking brain dead. I dont care how complex or simple your ideas are, tell me, explain and explain even more when I dont understand. DO NOT GIVE UP,

Try to be best
'Cause you're only a man
And a man's gotta learn to take it

Try to believe
Though the going gets rough
That you gotta hang tough to make it

History repeats itself
Try and you'll succeed

Never doubt that you're the one
And you can have your dreams!

You're the best around!
Man you're full of half-lyrics.

to quote so much contrived shite,

That's shiite, mang. You know, adverbial of 強いる？
Oh, right, no. English. You're a moron.
It means "to impose", incidentally. Kind of funny, in context~

ME, YOU, the GENERAL PUBLIC. I'm afraid of the police, because I know they're more likely to accost me than help me.

I'm white and upper middle class so I'm actually more likely to receive help than to be accosted, but you'll have to tell me what that's like sometime.

Anarchy isnt chaos, its the freedom for pressure, freedom from society. Unresticted life.

CHAOS. SCUM!
I'm sick if adverts for Wiis and IPhones. Sick of being told I can but this box set and this CD from amazon. Im sick of adverts trying to get me to spend spend spend.

I can't go anywhere without being hassled to buy, to waste money on shit I dont need and dont even want. Who gave these people the right to cluster up my skyline with billboards and annoy me while waiting for a bus.
Super cool brotip I'm about to give you. Fuck that iPhone, okay, but get a regular iPod. Then put this song on it.
You're the coolest motherfucker ever now.

I've been told to grow up. My maturity has been questioned. Boo hoo you might say, fuck that I say.

Im 16, and I'm planning for my future.

No, you're kidding!
Face it, kid, with this attitude you're never getting laid. You're all sound and no action. Bitches want a smooth motherfucker, not some yo-yo bitching about billboards.

Suicide isnt my thing, and really, I have a wicked sense of humor, and life is just so damn entertaining at times.

Yeah you sure do.
Jackass.
I haven't laughed at your blog once, and reading my own I laugh a ton. Face it, bro, you're not funny. Also: I'm awesome.
On that triumph of the human spirit I'm off to do something not migraine-inducing.

Enchahntment?

ENCHAHNTMENT!
Yeah I've been playing some Dragon Age: Origins lately, and there's this weird autistic Dwarf kid who can only say "enchantment" and, surprisingly, he enchants things. He's pretty bro tier.
Speaking of bro: today I noticed I had a follower. That's very flattering, especially since it doesn't appear to be anyone I know, so thanks for that.
Now I have strangers reading, time to drown site in popups.
Here we have a blast from the past. Anorexia blogs? Hell yeah, motherfucker. It's like revisiting a favorite game from years ago. Nostalgia~

god today has been terrible. jesus. i don't even have the energy to go through it right now it was so awful.

Yeah the weather fucking SUCKED today, which put me in a great mood. Traffic is so light and no one is on campus the second there's a single raindrop. Bitches weren't from old country where today would be considered beach weather.

my aunt is such a fucking bitch. she either ignored me or bitched at me all fucking day.

everyone says i'm such a spoiled brat and if i sit down for one second they make me feel like shit for it. i've been on my feet for eight hours straight. i guess the good thing is i've burned a bunch of calories.

So one thing that's really fucking awesome is the character creator in Dragon Age. At first I thought it was pretty light weight compared to shit I'm used to, but in actuality it's just really easy to use.
Also my new computer barely cracks 60c running it on ultra high, so I'm pretty pro at the moment.

i can't believe one day could be so fucking long.

good news is my books and new saosin cd came in from amazon so that perked my spirits up quite a bit. and i didn't eat anything but 6 cals worth of gum today until dinner (which was my goal).

Oh right, you.

so far today i've done okay eating wise. not great, but not binging by any means.

I'm having a little trouble with the scale, here. That'd be like me saying "I'm doing okay with this breathing thing. Not great, but I haven't suffocated on my own fluids yet." There's a pretty huge gap between "okay" and "vomiting" at least in my mind.

I am a Florist, but i want to go back to school for either Creative Writing or English or something like that. My dream would be to write fiction novels.

As opposed to nonfiction novels. Also: can't write fiction without a degree in it.

Woman I Admire:
Audrey Hepburn- She handled every situation with grace and care and she was the champion of many wonderful causes. I just love her grace and charm and beauty!

Too bad you didn't admire how much she wasn't a cunt. Oh well. I guess logically if you're graceful and charming you're also not a cunt-- err maybe? Can you be a cunt and still charming?

the family reunion was AWFUL.

first of all, my pretty, skinny cousin was there with her new boyfriend which made me feel inferior and stupid.

Good.
No I'm fucking serious. Good. You should feel inferior and stupid.
Yeah I had another quote here then I deleted it. Having some problems giving a shit, here.

last night i was real bad off. i cut myself alot. cut so much i can no longer see my stretch marks on my stomach. all i could think was, "My parents deserve a daughter so much better than me."

Cool.

did you know that 130 cups of tea will kill you?

Presumably all at once and not over the course of a lifetime. If it's the latter I know some English people who are in trouble.

i cut myself last night. not alot and it was only shallow cuts because my fear of getting caught way over powers my need to hurt myself.

Ha, ha, easy there, Linkin Park.

i will just never get it together. my mind is so fucked up, i'd probably have dropped out of college before the semester was over like the past 3 times i've tried to go to college. i am just a worthless sack of shit. honestly.

Three times? Wow, usually people give up or succeed before that. Well hey, if you need something good to say about yourself: you're persistent.
I'm not sure if that's a compliment, come to think of it.

i tried to commit suicide once, but i chickened out. it got me sent to this horrible mental hospital. i almost killed my parents by doing that. that's the only reason i'm not contemplating suicide again.

Uh-huh. So I have this awesome picture of this dog:
Check that fucker out. Dog wearing glasses. He thinks he's people! Dogs are funny.
Oh right, you.

i'm going to be this fat, fucking failure for the rest of my life.

i'm never going to publish a novel, never going to be pretty, never going to find that perfect guy, never going to have friends... hell, i'm never even going to go to fucking college.

Yeah join the fucking club. Well, I am pretty devilishly handsome, come to think of it. Also I have friends. Oh, and I'm pretty thin.
Oh and I do go to college.
Uhh-- so no, I guess it is just you. Sorry~
Hurray story time.

this is a little scene from a discontinued story of mine.

DISCONTINUED. Last story ever, folks, enjoy it while it lasts before they discontinue them~

Levi leans into me and I can smell the alcohol and smoke on his skin. I open my mouth to breathe it all in more fully, his scent sending lightning through my system.

He made some great jeans.

He covers my mouth with his own and slowly leans me back onto his bed.

I've read this line a lot in fiction (novels) and it never really conjured an image of kissing to me. I always imagine someone looking deadly serious and covering someone's mouth with their own, but everyone has a really serious straight face-- it's a stupid image.

I feel my chest opening up and letting him fill me, letting the guilt and fear and the wanting overtake my senses.

First part sounds like a serious medical problem, while the second part sounds like a serious psychological condition.
Also brotip: you can write about things not related to you.
Ha, ha, just kidding. You can't, but hypothetically, I mean.

His body is hot like a furnace, scorching me with his fingertips. His damaged hand brushes along my back, my stomach, down my bare legs, aggravating the angry red cuts that cover me. I feel the pain of it and I like it.

Okay I hope I'm not the only one who first read "angry red cuts" as "angry red cunts". I did a double take. Kind of gives it a new meaning.
So long story short something sexy is about to happen then he asks why she cuts herself and she gets really butthurt for no reason and pulls that bullshit 6 year old tactic of "now I'm really angry at you all day" like anyone would give a fuck (and she wouldn't forget the second something shiny entered her vision, or a loud noise or something).

It's about a girl named Mercy, who during the day is a nurse on the children's floor of a hospital and at night is a sadistic vigilante killing men who rape or molest women.

Wasn't that an episode of that old Full Metal Alchemist anime? Or was that Catwoman? Either way, been done before. Better, too.

i thought i saw a man in the house last night, but it was just the silhouette of a table.

Tables are crafty like that.

Matthew keeps begging me to come back. But honestly, i don't want to. I wish i had never gotten married. I wish i could go home, but i don't wish to see him again.

I asked him about the gay porn, he said that it still turns him on, but that he doesn't want that lifestyle.

Ha, ha, ha oh wow. Turned a guy gay. Good work, honey.
Can't top that. Ending on a victorious note~