Pointless right? Attempting to clean up something that is undeniably the dirtiest thing ever. I bring this up for one simple reason. The title was just something I thought was clever and will have nothing to do with the post, thought I would just lead you on as I sit here listening to country music and waiting for a call from someone in town to perhaps meet up. But as it stands life ticks away happily with no way to slow down to quickly accomplish a short term goal. Maybe this weekend is what has me thinking so distinctively.
Friday night I had went over to my buddy's house to have a few beer and relax and play a few games of beer pong before I had to go to work early in the morning. Instead of having some beers I decided to take the biggest hit of weed I had ever indulged in my life and at that time had to see the bleak truth that I was a lightweight with weed. Which sometimes is not a bad thing but considered in this case. As I stumbled around trying to see straight I had decided to leave for recreational reasons and at my own expense. The drive felt as if it was eight hours long with every small turn taking a brief eternity to get through. Fuck that, never again. That is a lie, I will smoke weed one more time at least in my life, just not such a big hit.
Last night had to be one of the funner nights I have had in some time. At the same house we were having more people over then just the very few we had the night before. Beer, weed, girls, it was a legit party. We wanted to go eat horribly bad so I had decided to take my car, which I had just fixed, and go down the street to eat. With my luck and Carlton in the car we went ahead and broke down right in the Eternal parking lot and could not restart the giant piece of shit car I have. I worked on it for several minutes before our ride had come back with a car full of people. It is actually still there to this very minute. Way to lazy to go fix it even though I had the energy to go to the gym today.
To bring up a more ironic but heart warming story in a sort I had a surprising Friday off of the brief time I was on Myspace. A girl who I had added what seems to be maybe a year ago that I had never talked to but always tried had written me a picture comment on maybe the dumbest picture of me stating that I looked half way decent. I took that time to make yet another try to talk to her and this time it worked. I was very happy that I was able to get a number, so there was the bright point except for the fact that I truly feel she is tougher then me and may beat my ass if I said the wrong thing. But you know how it goes.
Not knowing what to do with the car though. I need my dad to help me co-sign for a new truck. It's that simple and it's the only option we have at this point. I need a car to get to work and I am not spending any more money on this damn car that will not run. I just had to get that out of my system.
I don't really have much to write about, maybe the fact that last night at the party a kid named Jameson decided to tell me I would regret my tattoo. Little does he know, he is going to be the fat drunk guy who posts up in bars in Reno his whole life wearing his lettermans jacket from SSHS and trying to call out all the people who didn't excel in high school but are much better off then he is for the sole fact that high school was the only time he was thought of as a cool guy. I like Jameson, but not enough to not put him on blast.
Also Justin Burke wanted a shout out on here once more so I said I would, as well as write a book with "JB" as the title. That should make for a top-seller. If ever on Myspace, check out his hip hop profile. He is one hell of a rapper and has a lot of talent and can use support from anyone who appreciates music. I listen to him, so he is obviously good because I only listen to the cool shit since I am the collest mother fucker alive.
Time for me to get off of this and go see what I am doing tonight. Maybe just sleep....? Hell no, sleeping is for sober people.
With Love, Steve.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Let Me Go Ahead And Set Things Straight.
Men for the most part in this damn country look for one fucking thing, which is a good lay. Things change and people mature and they get married and have children and do their own thing and completely forget about the life they had before hand.
I have forgotten about that life, I want something now.
May sound a little gay but going out every night and getting drunk off my ass and picking up random chicks gets old as you get old yourself. A club every now and then is fun but not all the time. I need something to change.
Varun had brought it to my attention that the thing I was looking for to solve this problem was indeed a girlfriend. Thinking about it now he is correct. I had met one girl in the last year and had dated her only after my Grandfather had passed away out of self misery, waste of my time. It has been a year and now looking forward, a girl is what I want and need.
I thought recently I had met someone who may have been on that level and seemingly interested in whatever I had to offer just outside of the fact that she thought I looked good. She was a very nice girl, great sense of humor, talkative and not the shy type that really irritates me, highly mature for being her age, extremely good looking. Seemed like something I could keep my eye on and see what would happen with the situation.
As it went on about a week of actually thinking about it and deciding that this is something I would like to work at, I had made the brutal mistake to myself of jumping into the deep end without a life jacket and getting swirled into this meaningless emotion that I really had no reason to have.
Just thinking about life in my future has always given me some sort of escape from the present reality of working all the time and doing whatever I do in my spare time. All the time just thinking about sitting in my own house with maybe a roommate or two and grilling some good on my barbecue outside on the porch while my friends are inside drinking a beer and watching the football game on Sunday's and Monday nights. Having my dog just sitting in the corner minding her own as I wash my truck in the front yard so it is shining. Life is perfect for me in the long run and I just have to get there to make sure that it can all happen for me which I have no doubt in my mind that it will.
But there has always been meaningless pieces added onto this imagination to try and fill the holes that I had always felt in it. But what was missing was not a material item or something money can buy. It was a girl, a girl that wanted to be cared for a respected and in return give the same back. Just someone who when I get home from work and she gets home from work or school or wherever she just wants to see me and spend some time. On a Friday night we don't have to go out all the time, we can just sit on the couch and get close and watch a movie and have fun with eachothers company. Someone who I can trust, who will go be her own person and goes out with her friends and who trusts me when I go hang out with my boys. Doesn't want to fight to get attention and can just be straight up with me on whatever is on her mind so that we can fix whatever is going on.
All in all...A girl just to call my own.
Seems like a legit girl such as that can't just walk right into your life anymore. Things get difficult especially for me. The fact that I want to start something and be able to be close to a girl and get to know her and she wants to get to know me is making it a little bit more difficult because all they ever want is to be putting men in the friend zone first.
Friend Zone is only achievable by people who have absolutly no interest in eachother at all. As many people that I have talked to about writing this book that I am trying to do. One of the top ways too know that something is not going to work is when the girls says "Let's just be friends and we will see what happens." Well I can already tell you the ending result maybe 9 out of 10 times for that one, and it's not going to be what you were hoping for. Everyone gives off a first impression that not even they can control that can officially alter the way the female is going to feel about you. It can be hair or eye color, tone of voice, the way your feet land when you walk. Stupid shit like that is what is always noticeable.
The hardest part about all this is that in the end, you have nobody to blame. Not even yourself. It is just a trick played on you to let you know that there is not one perfect person to exist and if your ego tells you differently then you should be banished to having to marry a obese women and have 6537826523 children with her who all eat just as much as her and don't leave you more then just a crumb.
When a guy comes around who has that swagger and that gift of himself that he wants to give to you then I urge you too look more into it. This isn't for me anymore, this is for every guy going through this. Respect what she wants, weather it be time or to be friends first and figure it out afterwards if it is something you truly need with her. There are plenty of good women out there for everyone. I sit here telling you this because if you truly do think you can make something work with a girl and want too see if it is something long term then you should be able to hold on unlike myself who had given in way too quickly for my own good.
Just let it all be now, end it all before something breaks and someone hurts themselves.
This will be an exact chapter in the book I write. Maybe one of the first couple because I feel this is a very important part to meeting a girl.
I am a horrible guy in this part, I can treat the girl with respect and be her best friend but the starting of the relationship and getting to know them and waiting for that day is what I struggle at.
Something that I will always remember my Grandfather preaching to me was will power.
The ability to restrain yourself from doing something that can harm you in the past, present, or future.
So therefore since it is something I have trouble possessing, The name if the chapter will be "Will Power".
Thanks for reading.
Girl who I send this too to read. Don't be offended or anything because like I say up there, it's me not you....Ironic that you hear that in movies a lot.
Anyways I need to figure this out and see what I can do to fix this problem and see if I am still worth this girl's time of day.
With Love, Steve.
I have forgotten about that life, I want something now.
May sound a little gay but going out every night and getting drunk off my ass and picking up random chicks gets old as you get old yourself. A club every now and then is fun but not all the time. I need something to change.
Varun had brought it to my attention that the thing I was looking for to solve this problem was indeed a girlfriend. Thinking about it now he is correct. I had met one girl in the last year and had dated her only after my Grandfather had passed away out of self misery, waste of my time. It has been a year and now looking forward, a girl is what I want and need.
I thought recently I had met someone who may have been on that level and seemingly interested in whatever I had to offer just outside of the fact that she thought I looked good. She was a very nice girl, great sense of humor, talkative and not the shy type that really irritates me, highly mature for being her age, extremely good looking. Seemed like something I could keep my eye on and see what would happen with the situation.
As it went on about a week of actually thinking about it and deciding that this is something I would like to work at, I had made the brutal mistake to myself of jumping into the deep end without a life jacket and getting swirled into this meaningless emotion that I really had no reason to have.
Just thinking about life in my future has always given me some sort of escape from the present reality of working all the time and doing whatever I do in my spare time. All the time just thinking about sitting in my own house with maybe a roommate or two and grilling some good on my barbecue outside on the porch while my friends are inside drinking a beer and watching the football game on Sunday's and Monday nights. Having my dog just sitting in the corner minding her own as I wash my truck in the front yard so it is shining. Life is perfect for me in the long run and I just have to get there to make sure that it can all happen for me which I have no doubt in my mind that it will.
But there has always been meaningless pieces added onto this imagination to try and fill the holes that I had always felt in it. But what was missing was not a material item or something money can buy. It was a girl, a girl that wanted to be cared for a respected and in return give the same back. Just someone who when I get home from work and she gets home from work or school or wherever she just wants to see me and spend some time. On a Friday night we don't have to go out all the time, we can just sit on the couch and get close and watch a movie and have fun with eachothers company. Someone who I can trust, who will go be her own person and goes out with her friends and who trusts me when I go hang out with my boys. Doesn't want to fight to get attention and can just be straight up with me on whatever is on her mind so that we can fix whatever is going on.
All in all...A girl just to call my own.
Seems like a legit girl such as that can't just walk right into your life anymore. Things get difficult especially for me. The fact that I want to start something and be able to be close to a girl and get to know her and she wants to get to know me is making it a little bit more difficult because all they ever want is to be putting men in the friend zone first.
Friend Zone is only achievable by people who have absolutly no interest in eachother at all. As many people that I have talked to about writing this book that I am trying to do. One of the top ways too know that something is not going to work is when the girls says "Let's just be friends and we will see what happens." Well I can already tell you the ending result maybe 9 out of 10 times for that one, and it's not going to be what you were hoping for. Everyone gives off a first impression that not even they can control that can officially alter the way the female is going to feel about you. It can be hair or eye color, tone of voice, the way your feet land when you walk. Stupid shit like that is what is always noticeable.
The hardest part about all this is that in the end, you have nobody to blame. Not even yourself. It is just a trick played on you to let you know that there is not one perfect person to exist and if your ego tells you differently then you should be banished to having to marry a obese women and have 6537826523 children with her who all eat just as much as her and don't leave you more then just a crumb.
When a guy comes around who has that swagger and that gift of himself that he wants to give to you then I urge you too look more into it. This isn't for me anymore, this is for every guy going through this. Respect what she wants, weather it be time or to be friends first and figure it out afterwards if it is something you truly need with her. There are plenty of good women out there for everyone. I sit here telling you this because if you truly do think you can make something work with a girl and want too see if it is something long term then you should be able to hold on unlike myself who had given in way too quickly for my own good.
Just let it all be now, end it all before something breaks and someone hurts themselves.
This will be an exact chapter in the book I write. Maybe one of the first couple because I feel this is a very important part to meeting a girl.
I am a horrible guy in this part, I can treat the girl with respect and be her best friend but the starting of the relationship and getting to know them and waiting for that day is what I struggle at.
Something that I will always remember my Grandfather preaching to me was will power.
The ability to restrain yourself from doing something that can harm you in the past, present, or future.
So therefore since it is something I have trouble possessing, The name if the chapter will be "Will Power".
Thanks for reading.
Girl who I send this too to read. Don't be offended or anything because like I say up there, it's me not you....Ironic that you hear that in movies a lot.
Anyways I need to figure this out and see what I can do to fix this problem and see if I am still worth this girl's time of day.
With Love, Steve.
Redemption Could Be Ever So Sweet.
If only redemption was something attainable from my position. I had a rough week and maybe a rougher one coming up. A lot of confusion and disclosure brings discomfort as the most anticipated word in the back of my mind. Seeing my way through things like this is basically an instinct to do because you really have nowhere to run and continue success. Let's just go ahead and recap what had gone on through this weekend at least.
Last night was the night I had all my fun just bottled into a few hours and a lot of beers. Going to King Buffet with Varun and Chris, we ordered the all you can eat to get our, what Varun would say, "Fat Boy" on. At first glance there was not much food there and it remained that way and forever established in my mind and the weakest buffet of all time. One of the more popular oriental dishes is Lo Mein. We had went to that part of the counter to get some and waited in a line as a boy about the age of eight had started scooping the Lo Mein onto his already toppeling plate of food. Before Varun had a chance to get any Lo Mein the child had gone ahead and emptied out the few pounds that there was left. Varun gave a stare of anger and disgust and the overweight child had walked back to top off his Lo Mein with osme of the soft serve ice cream they have there. The next plate I had I too had a desire for some of the Lo Mein, unfortunatly for me the obese child had gone ahead and helped himself to all of the new Lo Mein that was just put out there again, my quest for it was over. We had gone ahead and ate the rest of the time and were laughing at things Varun had to say to Chris and I. We had left to go to Round Table to meet up with Varun's brother to discuss on who had to pick up his mother that evening. That's when we had established the plan for the night. We went and picked up Varun's mom and hung around at his house for awhile before departing to Chris's house to go ahead and get drunk and party and do whatever we wanted to do. Playing beer pong was a nice relaxing thing while seemingly inhaling beer after beer. We had conversations and made jokes and made fun of the one girl there who is hooked on Varun's nuts like a fucking squirrel. She is highly annoying and not worth the effort to be nice too so I go ahead and make fun of her with every chance I get hoping she will get the hint and know that we do not want her hanging around with us. Unfortunatly she is one of the retarded girls that Reno has produced and isn't smart enough to catch the hint. Two other guys there, one named Chris and the other Maureece also known as Rips, had tried to bag on me and Varun just on random things. If you party with us you know that we don't allow people to make fun of us.
Varun and I had stood up and began making fun of them in every possible way we could, baffeling them whenever they thought they had potentially insulted us. The kill shot was making fun of the name "Rips" portraying that the only thing they rip would be eachother's buttholes. After that we all decided we should leave so I carefully drove my drunk ass home, not visibly disturbed that the night did not feel complete.
I had called the girl I worked with who thinks I am highly attractive to hang out that night but she intended to not call me back so I had let it go. This morning however I had heard my country music ringtone indicatina a girl was calling me wake me up. I looked and saw the picture and name of who was calling me but I neglected to answer due to the extremity of the earliness in the morning. 15 minutes later however I went ahead and gave her a call back.
Somewhat of a flirtaicious conflict between the two of us we had ended the conversation and I went on with my day just looking at trucks and houses on the internet hoping to have those of my own one of these days soon in the future, maybe even a girlfriend to go along with that duo of product. Varun says he thinks I am at that point where a girl in my life is what I need and I can't argue with that logic at this point.
However great things come to people who wait so I think I will just play along with whatever comes my way and go from there. Just getting all my bills paid helps me keep my mind off anything else stressful in the situations I get presented.
I think now I will be going and watching the news or something like that, maybe have a beer or two. Deffinantly though this next Saturday I was to go get drunk or at least party it up somewhere with somebody. If you want to do so then just let me know or find me on myspace or something.
With Love, Steve.
Last night was the night I had all my fun just bottled into a few hours and a lot of beers. Going to King Buffet with Varun and Chris, we ordered the all you can eat to get our, what Varun would say, "Fat Boy" on. At first glance there was not much food there and it remained that way and forever established in my mind and the weakest buffet of all time. One of the more popular oriental dishes is Lo Mein. We had went to that part of the counter to get some and waited in a line as a boy about the age of eight had started scooping the Lo Mein onto his already toppeling plate of food. Before Varun had a chance to get any Lo Mein the child had gone ahead and emptied out the few pounds that there was left. Varun gave a stare of anger and disgust and the overweight child had walked back to top off his Lo Mein with osme of the soft serve ice cream they have there. The next plate I had I too had a desire for some of the Lo Mein, unfortunatly for me the obese child had gone ahead and helped himself to all of the new Lo Mein that was just put out there again, my quest for it was over. We had gone ahead and ate the rest of the time and were laughing at things Varun had to say to Chris and I. We had left to go to Round Table to meet up with Varun's brother to discuss on who had to pick up his mother that evening. That's when we had established the plan for the night. We went and picked up Varun's mom and hung around at his house for awhile before departing to Chris's house to go ahead and get drunk and party and do whatever we wanted to do. Playing beer pong was a nice relaxing thing while seemingly inhaling beer after beer. We had conversations and made jokes and made fun of the one girl there who is hooked on Varun's nuts like a fucking squirrel. She is highly annoying and not worth the effort to be nice too so I go ahead and make fun of her with every chance I get hoping she will get the hint and know that we do not want her hanging around with us. Unfortunatly she is one of the retarded girls that Reno has produced and isn't smart enough to catch the hint. Two other guys there, one named Chris and the other Maureece also known as Rips, had tried to bag on me and Varun just on random things. If you party with us you know that we don't allow people to make fun of us.
Varun and I had stood up and began making fun of them in every possible way we could, baffeling them whenever they thought they had potentially insulted us. The kill shot was making fun of the name "Rips" portraying that the only thing they rip would be eachother's buttholes. After that we all decided we should leave so I carefully drove my drunk ass home, not visibly disturbed that the night did not feel complete.
I had called the girl I worked with who thinks I am highly attractive to hang out that night but she intended to not call me back so I had let it go. This morning however I had heard my country music ringtone indicatina a girl was calling me wake me up. I looked and saw the picture and name of who was calling me but I neglected to answer due to the extremity of the earliness in the morning. 15 minutes later however I went ahead and gave her a call back.
Somewhat of a flirtaicious conflict between the two of us we had ended the conversation and I went on with my day just looking at trucks and houses on the internet hoping to have those of my own one of these days soon in the future, maybe even a girlfriend to go along with that duo of product. Varun says he thinks I am at that point where a girl in my life is what I need and I can't argue with that logic at this point.
However great things come to people who wait so I think I will just play along with whatever comes my way and go from there. Just getting all my bills paid helps me keep my mind off anything else stressful in the situations I get presented.
I think now I will be going and watching the news or something like that, maybe have a beer or two. Deffinantly though this next Saturday I was to go get drunk or at least party it up somewhere with somebody. If you want to do so then just let me know or find me on myspace or something.
With Love, Steve.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Precautious Downfalls Of A Relationship For A Man.
During the course of the last few weeks I have somewhat studied behaviors of relationships between myself or any other male and the female companions they most closely share a bond with. By establishing the obvious that women are for the most part blood sucking fiends who find more pleasure in hurt and sorrow of the so called "Abomination" of a man then treating them with respect and love. For the women who read this article I can say one thing before you slowly lose interest thinking it is just yet another article on how you make life suck. This one may actually help men find out what makes you happy.
Long story short people love attention. They love being showered with love and praise from their peers and getting whatever they can out of life before it abruptly ends in dismal fashion. When it comes to a man looking for a relationship there are several things that can make him stay around and not know what is good for him. One, and maybe the most obvious, is how well she works it in the bedroom. The second is how faithful she is too him and how much she can establish and build and foremost keep his trust. Lastly, the man does not want to hear you bitch and talk about yourself or your damn shoes or how your fucking nail decided to break when you grind it on the cement because you fell over from carrying too many Gucci hand bags around in your big ass Zephyr crystal status purse that you bought with your boyfriend's money because he is a sucker and a poor excuse for a man. Also he does not want to be part of the stereotypical husband that comes home early.
Now in all this a man does what he has to do to keep his women happy. He is there for her on a consistent basis to tend to her every need. He makes her laugh when he can and surprise her when it is unexpected. Don't get me wrong though, there are some bad people out there who get sick pleasure out of breaking hearts, I for one am not one of those people. But guys, at what cost can we continue to do such things as taking women to dinner and providing for them and expressing comfort in sharing our own feelings with them that you can't share with me because I will assuredly laugh at you as I sit on my bar stool drinking yet again another beer. The cost is simple, you make women the leading cause for heart breaks in the world. Women decide that a man is no good anymore when he can't hold his feelings to himself anymore and just care about her. Ladies I hate to break it to you but this is a true fact in life, men who give their all usually in the end fall.
Women have a very particular way of choosing men. Looks are the first thing that ever catch their eye, not personality. If you are some hefty set dude with acne that looks like a diagram of space on your face and they can smell the bacon deodorant from about 10 feet away, you are not going to get many attractive women if you get any at all. When a girl thinks your hot, which I sometimes get that reaction, they will proceed to give you stares that will make you pay attention to them and determine if you think that they are attractive or not. If your lucky then they will be gorgeous and you can take advantage of the fact they want you from the beginning. After the initiated conversation is presented they will take the time to get to know you just for the simple fact you are attractive and if they have the average IQ of a 6 month old blond that was born from Anna Nicole Smith then they will realize weather of not you are a waste of time or a good guy. Now this will be going uphill for approximately a week or so before it all comes crashing down in a blistering ball of fire and disappointment.
Women seem to get the feeling that they want something but change their mind after you have gone too far with it. Just recently on the phone actually I was told by a girl I work with that she likes attention from a guy when she is with him, she obviously did not get the hint on that one. Today at work I had tried the experiment on this girl, who I do think is a great girl worthy of my efforts to get to know, too see if she was in fact the same as all women in the world. I'll spoil it and tell you I was right. I had not talked to her the day before, we know the drill, she has to get over some dude before she talks to me, we have all heard it before, so until then you are stuck in "Friend Zone". I ignored her at the first part until she had written me on when my breaks were. Instead of replying the appropriate answer's I had called her a jerk and that she was ignoring me and she proceeded to call me moody. Basically the whole time I was complaining about how she did not give me any attention and that I wanted to be with her or talk to her and get to that point sooner rather then later but she was all resilient. And for that reason it began proving my point that since I wanted the attention I had gotten annoying to her and frustrated her by telling her things that were way too overly dramatic. By the end I had told her that I did not care and that when she wanted to hang out she could call me and I would stay out of her way until she got all of her shit straight. That was the brief turning point that really implied my success on the day besides having high numbers at work. She wrote me saying she wanted to hang out soon and that she still wanted to be friends and all that stuff and that we should see where it goes, basically saying she was interested yet again because I had decided to let it go and not give her that attention. But then I reversed it once more, I began doing the complaining thing again saying I wanted to be with her and that she was more then just some girl, which she kind of is I suppose, but emphasized it much more then just that. She again lost interest and that was the end of the day until I had the text saying "Why are you ignoring me?" I knew I would tell her what happened and why I did it for writing reasons and she seems fairly understanding so far.
Theory goes that women don't know what they want, and when they get what they think they wan then they want something completely opposite. Sitting at the bar today after work having some beers with the bartender that I know he was clearly upset that him and his girl were having problems. He was writing her novels for text messages expressing exactly how he feels about her and why he is the one she should be happy with. I gave him my advice in telling her to have her space and when she is ready she can come talk to you and go from there and leave it at that. About one hour after sending that message she was texting him back asking if he was over her for all of this and he simply replied "No.". A very simple answer for a girl who wanted yet another novel text message so she could have the upper hand. Putting it in a nutshell you can't give your all the the one who has you by the balls.
For my situation, I tend to play this one by ear. Spend time with this girl and have fun and let her see who I really am and one day it will work out for the best and she will see what a great guy I am and I will know about what kind of girl she is and like there was never a brief space in between it will work out. Most guys have this problem of going over the top for a girl when all she truly ever needs is the man to just be his own relaxed self and don't blow his top. Instead of buying her something everyday because you love her so much, just surprise her every so often just enough to the point where she knows you have her in your heart in mind all the time.
Ask for the men who have the opposite problems in which the girls drive them crazy. Their really is nothing we can do. Women were born with immaculate ear drums that seem to be able to block out men talking about something they enjoy or when we have the brief chance while they catch their breath to get in a word. It's truly incredible and may be able to be harnessed as a military weapon someday. Women don't understand that a guy wants a girl to just let him know he is important and she wants him around. Doesn't have to be all the time, but it is tiring when the guy makes all the effort to communicat with the girl all the time and has to make it work by himself, we are people not horses. The most comon solution is putting out and making a night out of it and just rocking his sheets until he sleeps through his alarm clock because he has no more energy after rocking your world the previous night. But outside of that there is nothing wrong with when he wakes up you are laying there with him and letting him know how much fun you had and that you care about him to the point that you would put yourself through such torturous pleasure that you enjoy for him.
I feel as if pitching this idea for my story will take more stories from the inards of a heart that is broken, mended, forever taken, and even six feet deep due to the extent of the misery that had happened. Not one person in this whole earth deserves to have someone they care about destroy their heart in the ways that I have seen before. Staying true to yourself and helping when you can with others which is your own way of life is all it takes. There is nothing more perfect in this world too me then a girl that I can enjoy having around all the time and whom I can be myself around and never have to change a thing unless I choose to do it myself. Everyone has a person out their who can do that for them and for those who suffer through times likes these there is still hope for you because their is plenty of fish in the sea. More to be added on a later time for this.
With Love, Steve.
Long story short people love attention. They love being showered with love and praise from their peers and getting whatever they can out of life before it abruptly ends in dismal fashion. When it comes to a man looking for a relationship there are several things that can make him stay around and not know what is good for him. One, and maybe the most obvious, is how well she works it in the bedroom. The second is how faithful she is too him and how much she can establish and build and foremost keep his trust. Lastly, the man does not want to hear you bitch and talk about yourself or your damn shoes or how your fucking nail decided to break when you grind it on the cement because you fell over from carrying too many Gucci hand bags around in your big ass Zephyr crystal status purse that you bought with your boyfriend's money because he is a sucker and a poor excuse for a man. Also he does not want to be part of the stereotypical husband that comes home early.
Now in all this a man does what he has to do to keep his women happy. He is there for her on a consistent basis to tend to her every need. He makes her laugh when he can and surprise her when it is unexpected. Don't get me wrong though, there are some bad people out there who get sick pleasure out of breaking hearts, I for one am not one of those people. But guys, at what cost can we continue to do such things as taking women to dinner and providing for them and expressing comfort in sharing our own feelings with them that you can't share with me because I will assuredly laugh at you as I sit on my bar stool drinking yet again another beer. The cost is simple, you make women the leading cause for heart breaks in the world. Women decide that a man is no good anymore when he can't hold his feelings to himself anymore and just care about her. Ladies I hate to break it to you but this is a true fact in life, men who give their all usually in the end fall.
Women have a very particular way of choosing men. Looks are the first thing that ever catch their eye, not personality. If you are some hefty set dude with acne that looks like a diagram of space on your face and they can smell the bacon deodorant from about 10 feet away, you are not going to get many attractive women if you get any at all. When a girl thinks your hot, which I sometimes get that reaction, they will proceed to give you stares that will make you pay attention to them and determine if you think that they are attractive or not. If your lucky then they will be gorgeous and you can take advantage of the fact they want you from the beginning. After the initiated conversation is presented they will take the time to get to know you just for the simple fact you are attractive and if they have the average IQ of a 6 month old blond that was born from Anna Nicole Smith then they will realize weather of not you are a waste of time or a good guy. Now this will be going uphill for approximately a week or so before it all comes crashing down in a blistering ball of fire and disappointment.
Women seem to get the feeling that they want something but change their mind after you have gone too far with it. Just recently on the phone actually I was told by a girl I work with that she likes attention from a guy when she is with him, she obviously did not get the hint on that one. Today at work I had tried the experiment on this girl, who I do think is a great girl worthy of my efforts to get to know, too see if she was in fact the same as all women in the world. I'll spoil it and tell you I was right. I had not talked to her the day before, we know the drill, she has to get over some dude before she talks to me, we have all heard it before, so until then you are stuck in "Friend Zone". I ignored her at the first part until she had written me on when my breaks were. Instead of replying the appropriate answer's I had called her a jerk and that she was ignoring me and she proceeded to call me moody. Basically the whole time I was complaining about how she did not give me any attention and that I wanted to be with her or talk to her and get to that point sooner rather then later but she was all resilient. And for that reason it began proving my point that since I wanted the attention I had gotten annoying to her and frustrated her by telling her things that were way too overly dramatic. By the end I had told her that I did not care and that when she wanted to hang out she could call me and I would stay out of her way until she got all of her shit straight. That was the brief turning point that really implied my success on the day besides having high numbers at work. She wrote me saying she wanted to hang out soon and that she still wanted to be friends and all that stuff and that we should see where it goes, basically saying she was interested yet again because I had decided to let it go and not give her that attention. But then I reversed it once more, I began doing the complaining thing again saying I wanted to be with her and that she was more then just some girl, which she kind of is I suppose, but emphasized it much more then just that. She again lost interest and that was the end of the day until I had the text saying "Why are you ignoring me?" I knew I would tell her what happened and why I did it for writing reasons and she seems fairly understanding so far.
Theory goes that women don't know what they want, and when they get what they think they wan then they want something completely opposite. Sitting at the bar today after work having some beers with the bartender that I know he was clearly upset that him and his girl were having problems. He was writing her novels for text messages expressing exactly how he feels about her and why he is the one she should be happy with. I gave him my advice in telling her to have her space and when she is ready she can come talk to you and go from there and leave it at that. About one hour after sending that message she was texting him back asking if he was over her for all of this and he simply replied "No.". A very simple answer for a girl who wanted yet another novel text message so she could have the upper hand. Putting it in a nutshell you can't give your all the the one who has you by the balls.
For my situation, I tend to play this one by ear. Spend time with this girl and have fun and let her see who I really am and one day it will work out for the best and she will see what a great guy I am and I will know about what kind of girl she is and like there was never a brief space in between it will work out. Most guys have this problem of going over the top for a girl when all she truly ever needs is the man to just be his own relaxed self and don't blow his top. Instead of buying her something everyday because you love her so much, just surprise her every so often just enough to the point where she knows you have her in your heart in mind all the time.
Ask for the men who have the opposite problems in which the girls drive them crazy. Their really is nothing we can do. Women were born with immaculate ear drums that seem to be able to block out men talking about something they enjoy or when we have the brief chance while they catch their breath to get in a word. It's truly incredible and may be able to be harnessed as a military weapon someday. Women don't understand that a guy wants a girl to just let him know he is important and she wants him around. Doesn't have to be all the time, but it is tiring when the guy makes all the effort to communicat with the girl all the time and has to make it work by himself, we are people not horses. The most comon solution is putting out and making a night out of it and just rocking his sheets until he sleeps through his alarm clock because he has no more energy after rocking your world the previous night. But outside of that there is nothing wrong with when he wakes up you are laying there with him and letting him know how much fun you had and that you care about him to the point that you would put yourself through such torturous pleasure that you enjoy for him.
I feel as if pitching this idea for my story will take more stories from the inards of a heart that is broken, mended, forever taken, and even six feet deep due to the extent of the misery that had happened. Not one person in this whole earth deserves to have someone they care about destroy their heart in the ways that I have seen before. Staying true to yourself and helping when you can with others which is your own way of life is all it takes. There is nothing more perfect in this world too me then a girl that I can enjoy having around all the time and whom I can be myself around and never have to change a thing unless I choose to do it myself. Everyone has a person out their who can do that for them and for those who suffer through times likes these there is still hope for you because their is plenty of fish in the sea. More to be added on a later time for this.
With Love, Steve.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
It's Been Awhile.
And now that I sit in the UNR library with Anish and Varun being immature hitting on college women I can take a little bit of time to refresh you on the events that have recently happened to me. Starting maybe with some good on how the job is going that I had started about two months ago. Slowlys I can begin getting into the more detailed, sexually orientated part that had actually just happened over the weekend. So let me begin then with the job.
I am extremely excelling at my job and feel good about my security and future of it....Now that I am done with explaining that I can get into the fun part.
This previous weekend Varun and I had went to our friend Salvador's party to have some drinks and have quite a bit of fun. It started with a couple beers and slowly became a couple more and then became shots of Vodka and Jager. This girl I had been talking to for a long time previously (close to a year before) had come over with her friend and also had gotten very drunk which led to more interesting night then before. After drinking about all we could handle the girl and I had gone to her car and talked for about 5 minutes until I was pulled into her and began getting a little more sentual. After about six or seven minutes of making out we began losing clothing and then unfortunatly I was pulled on top in the most uncomfy of positions. Luckily for my drunk and stuperness I had the extreme case of whiskey dick and could not penetrate for the life of me.
Story of my life...Not really.
It ended with her still getting off from my hands and me getting the run around with her hand and then an unsetteling argument that led back into Salvador's apartment where everyone ahd already left. I went back to Varun's car where him and Anish were sitting eating Taco's and taking turns sticking there finger's inside the girls friend. After we had began leaving I was getting grief from the two of them as they claimed I raped her. This verbal abuse has been going on since that very day.
The very next day Varun and I had gone shopping in the most non gay of ways and bought a bunch of new clothes that we could wear for the following night. I had bought some nice shorts and a pair of jeans that had gone well with all of the shirts. But the giant prize clothing I had bought was at Dillards at Summit mall. I had bought a black sweater vest as well as a long sleeve dress shirt to wear underneath. Next I had gotten black slacks and black leather dress shoes to also wear, but here is the twist. I did not have a event to go to that night for which I was planning on wearing it, I was actually going to a casual party among people I had not met before.
Before going to the party we had made a pit-stop at wal mart to buy myself a new toothbrush. As we stood in the lane to purchase it I had noticed two girls and a pair of guys sitting in the McDonald's stairing at me and whispering to eachother. After the purchase I walked by and the girl had decided to say something with the immature cough technique. Varun had yelled shut up, I however had stepped back so they could see me in my sweater vest and called out the boys asking them if they wanted to get beat up by the guy in the sweater vest and told the girl to go back to sucking dick. It worked and when we had gotten outside they ran off before we could drive up to them.
At the party we had a few beers and talked to so women and I got my compliement's on my outfit from the cuter women. My old friend Nezhla was there and looked very good herself and I talked shit to some of her enemies for her. Then a girl I had met off myspace had also met us that night and I had spent some time with her.
That's it for this Blog unforutnalty. Anish has to leave this library and he is my ride so I can't tell you a little more detail.
when I get my computer fixed I'll make sure to keep this more up to date for everybody who still reads.
With love, Steve.
I am extremely excelling at my job and feel good about my security and future of it....Now that I am done with explaining that I can get into the fun part.
This previous weekend Varun and I had went to our friend Salvador's party to have some drinks and have quite a bit of fun. It started with a couple beers and slowly became a couple more and then became shots of Vodka and Jager. This girl I had been talking to for a long time previously (close to a year before) had come over with her friend and also had gotten very drunk which led to more interesting night then before. After drinking about all we could handle the girl and I had gone to her car and talked for about 5 minutes until I was pulled into her and began getting a little more sentual. After about six or seven minutes of making out we began losing clothing and then unfortunatly I was pulled on top in the most uncomfy of positions. Luckily for my drunk and stuperness I had the extreme case of whiskey dick and could not penetrate for the life of me.
Story of my life...Not really.
It ended with her still getting off from my hands and me getting the run around with her hand and then an unsetteling argument that led back into Salvador's apartment where everyone ahd already left. I went back to Varun's car where him and Anish were sitting eating Taco's and taking turns sticking there finger's inside the girls friend. After we had began leaving I was getting grief from the two of them as they claimed I raped her. This verbal abuse has been going on since that very day.
The very next day Varun and I had gone shopping in the most non gay of ways and bought a bunch of new clothes that we could wear for the following night. I had bought some nice shorts and a pair of jeans that had gone well with all of the shirts. But the giant prize clothing I had bought was at Dillards at Summit mall. I had bought a black sweater vest as well as a long sleeve dress shirt to wear underneath. Next I had gotten black slacks and black leather dress shoes to also wear, but here is the twist. I did not have a event to go to that night for which I was planning on wearing it, I was actually going to a casual party among people I had not met before.
Before going to the party we had made a pit-stop at wal mart to buy myself a new toothbrush. As we stood in the lane to purchase it I had noticed two girls and a pair of guys sitting in the McDonald's stairing at me and whispering to eachother. After the purchase I walked by and the girl had decided to say something with the immature cough technique. Varun had yelled shut up, I however had stepped back so they could see me in my sweater vest and called out the boys asking them if they wanted to get beat up by the guy in the sweater vest and told the girl to go back to sucking dick. It worked and when we had gotten outside they ran off before we could drive up to them.
At the party we had a few beers and talked to so women and I got my compliement's on my outfit from the cuter women. My old friend Nezhla was there and looked very good herself and I talked shit to some of her enemies for her. Then a girl I had met off myspace had also met us that night and I had spent some time with her.
That's it for this Blog unforutnalty. Anish has to leave this library and he is my ride so I can't tell you a little more detail.
when I get my computer fixed I'll make sure to keep this more up to date for everybody who still reads.
With love, Steve.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Ugh.....The Agony
Of going two straight days without inducing a single drop of alcohol. I can barely see straight from not drinking if that makes any sense at all. All I want to so this weekend is go meet up with a girl(s), go to my buddy's house to drink, and get plastered to the point where I don't remember the night. Is that so much for one man to ask? I thought so, It's not.
The weekend had started with drinking Heineken at Brennan's house and playing beer pong, I think. Anyways I had a tremendous time there just kind of floating around talking to other people.
Wait.....That was last weekend.
I can't remember this previous.
Give me a second...........
......
...
Oh Yes!!!! I remember now, I was with Danny Friday night.
Danny and I had been driving around and finding places to drink throughout the night and made a flurry of prank calls to girls in my phone attempting either to fool them with the clinic joke or having them yell at Danny and him outwit them with comebacks. We had also had some girls that I had met on Myspace coming over to drink some alcohol with us later on in the night, but before that had happened, tragedy struck.
Some girl Danny had seen several times said she was coming over to his house around nine. I had asked her if she looked good and he very vaguely had said "no". I asked what was wrong with her and he just made a gesture that she was fat. I left to get my Nick from work and returned to Danny answering the door in his boxer's and socks. I took a seat on the couch and could hear them talking throughout the house. The door opened and Danny came out, this time butt ass naked. "Steve, come on in my room." he said to me. I just walked right in and looked in the dark trying to make out the face of what looked like a Rhino or perhaps an inflated blimp. I quickly shot out of the room and began gagging uncontrollably. He wanted me to come bang the fat chick with him but I refused even after he chased me around the room naked trying to force me into the room. Thank god my Mother called and I was able to have him just go back in the room and keep face fucking Buddah.
When she came out she was even more hideous in the light, which is almost impossible unless you weigh the equivalent of a space shuttle. She called me over and I went to hear what she had to say and then she punched me in the side of the head. I was half tempted to go poke a hole in her stomach with a needle and watch her deflate and fly around the room, but I decided to be a nice guy. She had left and the two, much cuter, girls had arrived with 20$ for us to go buy their alcohol. One girl is the one I had been talking to on the space for some time and the other was her very much out of line with the bitchiness friend. They would not go with us, and Danny was skeptical that they would steal from his house. We tried to convince them but they just wouldn't do it, so Danny and I took the chance and went to go get the alcohol. The girl's bitch friend had decided she was going to ruin the night and leave and she was going with her friend. Danny thought they would steal his computer so we rushed back to the house to stop them. When we got there they had not left, but on the ride there Danny had a plan.
"How much do you think my time is worth Steve?" Danny said. "I don't know but I think this one is a bad idea." I replied. Danny had told me that he was going to keep the 20$ that they had given us because they wasted his time. When we got back to the house we just denied it the whole time saying we had left the 20$ when we thought we were getting robbed. They started arguing with us but we wouldn't back down from the original story. Finally they said they would follow us back to the store and retrieve the missing money. I didn't know what to do after that, but Danny did. "Lose them." Danny said. So as we drove the complete opposite direction of the store, I waited for the perfect time to ditch them. And as we pulled up closer to the freeway, I cut traffic and hopped onto the freeway and drove as fast as I could and pulled off the first exit I saw.
We had escaped...Until they called us.
Making a long story short, it was a loud argument that resulted in them trying to call the cops but for no reason at all. There is no crime against almost buying alcohol for minors, we would just deny and her Uncle cop that came after us would get in even more trouble for conspiracy or something like that (Danny knows the charge).
Later in the evening we had a blocked call coming in. Low and behold it was two of her guy friends trying to get tough with Danny and I. I had minimally told him off before Danny took the phone from me and really got vocally intimate with this Homosexual.
"Don't take that fucking tone with me bitch, I'm on my way with your damn fucking money, I apologize for it. I don't need 20$, I make a fucking living Homie." "I'm not you Homie, and you better fucking get here.". Then Danny said "Listen, I will ruin your fucking existance, Don't take that tone with me ever again, now apologize". "Fine, whatever". Danny replied "No Bitch, I said fucking apologize". "I did man I did". "No, I want to hear you say it, now fucking say it Bitch."
"I...I...Apolgize.". "That's what I fucking thought".
We pulled up to the Smith's parking lot and threw the 20$ on the ground contemplating weather or not we should get out and go smash these kids. But then again, they wern't even man enough to get out of the car and come confront us when we pulled up and stopped there for them to come out and try and get hard, as we yelled shit to them. It was all over after that, we finished the night by picking up two girls we knew and finishing the rest of the Heineken. Capping a pretty eventful night.
Sunday was a slow day though. Slept until the better part of noon and began my day with football. Had a few drops of excitement through the day but just generally had myself a quite restful afternoon, that's what ruined my weekend.
I'm planning on this weekend to be pretty fun, an immense mount of drinking is in order with whomever and wherever. Maybe this girl from Stead, her name is Gabriela. She is unbelievably good looking, and she thinks I'm good looking so I think she can't resist my charm you know? Of course I'm kidding about that, but hopefully she comes to hang with me.
Well I have to go to work tomorrow so I can pay all my bills and make a fool of myself by wasteing my money away. So sleeping is a priority as of right now.
But I'll be on this week again sometime, hopefully with another pretty decent story. Have fun reading.
With Love, Steve.
The weekend had started with drinking Heineken at Brennan's house and playing beer pong, I think. Anyways I had a tremendous time there just kind of floating around talking to other people.
Wait.....That was last weekend.
I can't remember this previous.
Give me a second...........
......
...
Oh Yes!!!! I remember now, I was with Danny Friday night.
Danny and I had been driving around and finding places to drink throughout the night and made a flurry of prank calls to girls in my phone attempting either to fool them with the clinic joke or having them yell at Danny and him outwit them with comebacks. We had also had some girls that I had met on Myspace coming over to drink some alcohol with us later on in the night, but before that had happened, tragedy struck.
Some girl Danny had seen several times said she was coming over to his house around nine. I had asked her if she looked good and he very vaguely had said "no". I asked what was wrong with her and he just made a gesture that she was fat. I left to get my Nick from work and returned to Danny answering the door in his boxer's and socks. I took a seat on the couch and could hear them talking throughout the house. The door opened and Danny came out, this time butt ass naked. "Steve, come on in my room." he said to me. I just walked right in and looked in the dark trying to make out the face of what looked like a Rhino or perhaps an inflated blimp. I quickly shot out of the room and began gagging uncontrollably. He wanted me to come bang the fat chick with him but I refused even after he chased me around the room naked trying to force me into the room. Thank god my Mother called and I was able to have him just go back in the room and keep face fucking Buddah.
When she came out she was even more hideous in the light, which is almost impossible unless you weigh the equivalent of a space shuttle. She called me over and I went to hear what she had to say and then she punched me in the side of the head. I was half tempted to go poke a hole in her stomach with a needle and watch her deflate and fly around the room, but I decided to be a nice guy. She had left and the two, much cuter, girls had arrived with 20$ for us to go buy their alcohol. One girl is the one I had been talking to on the space for some time and the other was her very much out of line with the bitchiness friend. They would not go with us, and Danny was skeptical that they would steal from his house. We tried to convince them but they just wouldn't do it, so Danny and I took the chance and went to go get the alcohol. The girl's bitch friend had decided she was going to ruin the night and leave and she was going with her friend. Danny thought they would steal his computer so we rushed back to the house to stop them. When we got there they had not left, but on the ride there Danny had a plan.
"How much do you think my time is worth Steve?" Danny said. "I don't know but I think this one is a bad idea." I replied. Danny had told me that he was going to keep the 20$ that they had given us because they wasted his time. When we got back to the house we just denied it the whole time saying we had left the 20$ when we thought we were getting robbed. They started arguing with us but we wouldn't back down from the original story. Finally they said they would follow us back to the store and retrieve the missing money. I didn't know what to do after that, but Danny did. "Lose them." Danny said. So as we drove the complete opposite direction of the store, I waited for the perfect time to ditch them. And as we pulled up closer to the freeway, I cut traffic and hopped onto the freeway and drove as fast as I could and pulled off the first exit I saw.
We had escaped...Until they called us.
Making a long story short, it was a loud argument that resulted in them trying to call the cops but for no reason at all. There is no crime against almost buying alcohol for minors, we would just deny and her Uncle cop that came after us would get in even more trouble for conspiracy or something like that (Danny knows the charge).
Later in the evening we had a blocked call coming in. Low and behold it was two of her guy friends trying to get tough with Danny and I. I had minimally told him off before Danny took the phone from me and really got vocally intimate with this Homosexual.
"Don't take that fucking tone with me bitch, I'm on my way with your damn fucking money, I apologize for it. I don't need 20$, I make a fucking living Homie." "I'm not you Homie, and you better fucking get here.". Then Danny said "Listen, I will ruin your fucking existance, Don't take that tone with me ever again, now apologize". "Fine, whatever". Danny replied "No Bitch, I said fucking apologize". "I did man I did". "No, I want to hear you say it, now fucking say it Bitch."
"I...I...Apolgize.". "That's what I fucking thought".
We pulled up to the Smith's parking lot and threw the 20$ on the ground contemplating weather or not we should get out and go smash these kids. But then again, they wern't even man enough to get out of the car and come confront us when we pulled up and stopped there for them to come out and try and get hard, as we yelled shit to them. It was all over after that, we finished the night by picking up two girls we knew and finishing the rest of the Heineken. Capping a pretty eventful night.
Sunday was a slow day though. Slept until the better part of noon and began my day with football. Had a few drops of excitement through the day but just generally had myself a quite restful afternoon, that's what ruined my weekend.
I'm planning on this weekend to be pretty fun, an immense mount of drinking is in order with whomever and wherever. Maybe this girl from Stead, her name is Gabriela. She is unbelievably good looking, and she thinks I'm good looking so I think she can't resist my charm you know? Of course I'm kidding about that, but hopefully she comes to hang with me.
Well I have to go to work tomorrow so I can pay all my bills and make a fool of myself by wasteing my money away. So sleeping is a priority as of right now.
But I'll be on this week again sometime, hopefully with another pretty decent story. Have fun reading.
With Love, Steve.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
And Another Six Pack Down The Hatch.
With the utter destruction to the earth coming shortly I have managed to find myself still drinking aimlessly every night with groups of people I had just met or still don't know, or even people I had previously went to school with. Seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am a working man and have plenty of responsibilities, I tend to place getting hammered as one of the top priorities. but in any case it has grown on me and I have somewhat adopted being an alcoholic as a part of my lifestyle and otherwise would just be some drunk creep who hits on women with ridiculously forward pick-up lines. But on the outskirts of an alter reality I think we can all agree that a drunk Steve is a productive Steve.
About two nights ago or so I was sitting in Danny's apartment while we pounded some Fat Tire's and talked about stories of our past which is a usual routine. We had tried to get women to come over for some "Company" but to no avail. I watched his method of the familiar myspace pick-up and how he went about it opposed to myself. I, though very straight forward, am not anywhere near the level of forwardness that he brings to the table. It's so much more forward then me that it actually works more then when I do it because it catches them off guard by a long ways.
We were leaving the Little Nugget from downtown after devouring an Awful Awful and had seen three girls walking on the side of the road in the bright lights of Reno. Two of them had attractive features, most notabally the body, and the other had resembled Jack Frost the snowman. It could have been just another group of hot girls with the one fat friend but Danny could not let it sit that way. He had rolled down his window as we passed them and very clamly had said so they could hear "Ditch the blimb and come sit on our cock's." and that's when I had began laughing.
We stopped at the Gas Station to pick up yet another six pack of beer. There was yet another heavy set female parked next too us, but not as gorded as the one from before. Danny bought us some beer and had started walking back to the car and as we were backing out had told me to roll down the window and ask the women if she had ever been with two guys at the same time. I refused to do it. He told me to roll down the window and he would say it but before he could she had gotten in her car and closed the door. I always have my legal worries when with Danny. He always assumes the least of a penalty that we have no idea about but someday it's going to catch up with us. Unfortunatly for me, he is a much smarter person then me and most people I know, so chances are he will frame me for something that we did together and to make up for it he will buy me a couple beers.
When we got back to his apartment we decided to look at some Prostitute's on Craigs List. We looked for the most haggard looking older women on there and gave her a call, but not for us. We had called her to my friend Mikey's apartment and told her I was Mikey and that he was anxious. Mikey was with his new fuck buddy and several of our friends at the apartment so the hilariousness of this prank would be much more ammusing. She arrived at the apartment complex and knocked on the door and asked for Mikey and he was confused and everyone had known what happened after and began laughing. What I didn't think of though unfortunatly was that the Hooker would give my number to him to call and he would know the number from his cell phone. Burn on me right? I lied about my name and said I was someone else so that the Hooker would not know my name and after she left his door and explained that she just lost 175$ for that trip I had my histerical laugh.
Soon after I had a call back from the Prostitute but did not answer the call because I.....am a pussy and don't want some Pimp coming after me for dick slapping his Hoe.
I went to my friend Zach, Brennan, and Cam's house last night to have some more drinks. Yet again I picked up another six pack, this time of Heineken. We drank and I caught up with the kid's I have not seen from High School in a long time and had some laughs and listened to them rap battle eachother. We played Beer Pong for most of the night and most everyone was smoking either hookah or marijuana. One of my buddies had grabbed onto the keys of a girl at the party that just so happened to have pepper spray on the chain. He had thought it was a lighter and sprayed it into the air. about 15 seconds after that the room had been cleared out and people were outside coughing and wiping their eyes. I managed to be a man about it though and weathered the storm with Brennan.
After we established the retard who had sprayed the spray we began drinking once more and once more after that and kept going repetitavly in that order, story of my life. Quickly though the night had withered down and the girl's sister at the party who I have been talking to had attempted to be somewhat rude to me but lacked the ability to make me feel compasion towards myself. That was really the only attempted drama on the night that was smashed quickly.
Now I don't do this often but he is a reader of the Blog and had complimented me on the night about it so I had told him I would say a few words about my buddy Justin Burke. Justin is a highly touted young white rapper in Reno and has several songs that I myself enjoy listening too. He and his girlfriend were in the other room alone with eachother at around midnight or so. We all knew that some sexual activity must had been going on so instantly every guy in the room wanted to be a giant cock block and break in and lay with them. But my educated guess is that earlier that night they had heard Justin's lady bragging about the penis size of Justin and they had a bet going of who could put his weiner farther in their own asses. Not only that, but in the dark they wanted to know if their male ass hole's felt similar to that of a female vagina. My guess is that Justin would know the difference. The reason I seem to be praising Justin is because of the little jock strap he has accumulated on his face with his hair. I too sport the jock strap. Of course I'm kidding with the homosexual jokes towards all the other guy's who attempted the cock block.
Also while I'm feeling generous, it was nice to see Mista D at the party as well. Last time I had talked to him I had accidentally sent an emberrasing text message that was intended for a girl that I had wanted to come suck my dick. I justified myself by telling him that he could suck my dick if he would like too. Cody had backed me up in the sense of telling them how I had sent a message to a co-worker of his telling her to come sit on my cock. So I'm not entirely in the wrong here.
Well that has been the week so far. I'm sure I will party at that house again and be able to Blog some more and maybe this time actually find some bitches there that are worth the effort to hit on just to fuck (exclude the girl at the party I actually have been talking to.) for the night. Everyone have a happy and drunk New Year's.
With Love, Steve.
About two nights ago or so I was sitting in Danny's apartment while we pounded some Fat Tire's and talked about stories of our past which is a usual routine. We had tried to get women to come over for some "Company" but to no avail. I watched his method of the familiar myspace pick-up and how he went about it opposed to myself. I, though very straight forward, am not anywhere near the level of forwardness that he brings to the table. It's so much more forward then me that it actually works more then when I do it because it catches them off guard by a long ways.
We were leaving the Little Nugget from downtown after devouring an Awful Awful and had seen three girls walking on the side of the road in the bright lights of Reno. Two of them had attractive features, most notabally the body, and the other had resembled Jack Frost the snowman. It could have been just another group of hot girls with the one fat friend but Danny could not let it sit that way. He had rolled down his window as we passed them and very clamly had said so they could hear "Ditch the blimb and come sit on our cock's." and that's when I had began laughing.
We stopped at the Gas Station to pick up yet another six pack of beer. There was yet another heavy set female parked next too us, but not as gorded as the one from before. Danny bought us some beer and had started walking back to the car and as we were backing out had told me to roll down the window and ask the women if she had ever been with two guys at the same time. I refused to do it. He told me to roll down the window and he would say it but before he could she had gotten in her car and closed the door. I always have my legal worries when with Danny. He always assumes the least of a penalty that we have no idea about but someday it's going to catch up with us. Unfortunatly for me, he is a much smarter person then me and most people I know, so chances are he will frame me for something that we did together and to make up for it he will buy me a couple beers.
When we got back to his apartment we decided to look at some Prostitute's on Craigs List. We looked for the most haggard looking older women on there and gave her a call, but not for us. We had called her to my friend Mikey's apartment and told her I was Mikey and that he was anxious. Mikey was with his new fuck buddy and several of our friends at the apartment so the hilariousness of this prank would be much more ammusing. She arrived at the apartment complex and knocked on the door and asked for Mikey and he was confused and everyone had known what happened after and began laughing. What I didn't think of though unfortunatly was that the Hooker would give my number to him to call and he would know the number from his cell phone. Burn on me right? I lied about my name and said I was someone else so that the Hooker would not know my name and after she left his door and explained that she just lost 175$ for that trip I had my histerical laugh.
Soon after I had a call back from the Prostitute but did not answer the call because I.....am a pussy and don't want some Pimp coming after me for dick slapping his Hoe.
I went to my friend Zach, Brennan, and Cam's house last night to have some more drinks. Yet again I picked up another six pack, this time of Heineken. We drank and I caught up with the kid's I have not seen from High School in a long time and had some laughs and listened to them rap battle eachother. We played Beer Pong for most of the night and most everyone was smoking either hookah or marijuana. One of my buddies had grabbed onto the keys of a girl at the party that just so happened to have pepper spray on the chain. He had thought it was a lighter and sprayed it into the air. about 15 seconds after that the room had been cleared out and people were outside coughing and wiping their eyes. I managed to be a man about it though and weathered the storm with Brennan.
After we established the retard who had sprayed the spray we began drinking once more and once more after that and kept going repetitavly in that order, story of my life. Quickly though the night had withered down and the girl's sister at the party who I have been talking to had attempted to be somewhat rude to me but lacked the ability to make me feel compasion towards myself. That was really the only attempted drama on the night that was smashed quickly.
Now I don't do this often but he is a reader of the Blog and had complimented me on the night about it so I had told him I would say a few words about my buddy Justin Burke. Justin is a highly touted young white rapper in Reno and has several songs that I myself enjoy listening too. He and his girlfriend were in the other room alone with eachother at around midnight or so. We all knew that some sexual activity must had been going on so instantly every guy in the room wanted to be a giant cock block and break in and lay with them. But my educated guess is that earlier that night they had heard Justin's lady bragging about the penis size of Justin and they had a bet going of who could put his weiner farther in their own asses. Not only that, but in the dark they wanted to know if their male ass hole's felt similar to that of a female vagina. My guess is that Justin would know the difference. The reason I seem to be praising Justin is because of the little jock strap he has accumulated on his face with his hair. I too sport the jock strap. Of course I'm kidding with the homosexual jokes towards all the other guy's who attempted the cock block.
Also while I'm feeling generous, it was nice to see Mista D at the party as well. Last time I had talked to him I had accidentally sent an emberrasing text message that was intended for a girl that I had wanted to come suck my dick. I justified myself by telling him that he could suck my dick if he would like too. Cody had backed me up in the sense of telling them how I had sent a message to a co-worker of his telling her to come sit on my cock. So I'm not entirely in the wrong here.
Well that has been the week so far. I'm sure I will party at that house again and be able to Blog some more and maybe this time actually find some bitches there that are worth the effort to hit on just to fuck (exclude the girl at the party I actually have been talking to.) for the night. Everyone have a happy and drunk New Year's.
With Love, Steve.
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