I want more money!

Okay, so here I am with thoughts still in my head of my dreams this morning.  It's funny what your subconscious will deem as an acceptable thing when you know in real life you would never actually do it.  For me, it's often violence or sex.  Like the dreams where I go after a person with an iron rod and beat them to a bloody pulp... I probably wouldn't do that in real life.  Or have sex with ex's from so long ago... again, probably not going to happen in reality.

Of course, to be fair, I'm also unlikely to try to parachute from a moving bus because I need to find the fried chicken that my pet walrus left under the rock where the gnome ate his lunch with me.

But enough about fucked up dreams...

it's time to plug me!

If you keep reading this blog, as it seems a few people are, please check out the other shit I do!  I've got a lot more fun shit online to check out for free.  You can start by going to my website and checking it all out from there!  And if you really like what you see, you can maybe thing about getting one of my books from Lulu.com!  Or, you could just simply follow a suggested item from Amazon.com that I post (because I genuinely like what I post, I'm not just filling space and hoping some asshole will want it randomly to make money.  most of the time, I actually own the items I post.)

Okay, that's all for now.  And as a reward for reading all the way to the end of this, I will do a little dance and tell you about this porno I watched... no, just the dance.

I want more scrapple!

In recent times, I have been in contact with a friend of mine that I've not spoken to in ages.  At one point in time, we played shows together, but I have given up the music years ago for a chance to become a nationally published author.  But now I am nationally published... and in our recent conversations he has voiced that he would love to see me get back into a band.

I must admit that this is a pleasing thought...

But it can never be the same like years before.  When I was in my music days, I was also in my club phase.  I was going to at least 2 clubs a week.  I have to admit that I loved the clubs.  The kids were fun, and the fashion was ridiculous but sexy.  I really miss the girls who were still looking good in their skin tight torn skirts and fishnet apparel.  There was a girl who used to where a fishnet top with electrical tape over her nipples.  There was cleavage and black lips.  Eyes like cats and legs that you just wanted to lick the salty sweat from...

um... yeah, I miss those days.   The best part of it all was the after club experience.  This was the trip to some overnight diner to get some food and relax after a night of dancing like goobers.  Only, after a long night of moving and sweating, the white foundation and black eyeliner has run and worn leaving us all looking like black and white clowns.  the sexiness became a desperate realization that it was all a facade and we were all going home with only who we came with... ourselves.

But there was no regret or fear since there was always going to be another week.  Until one week, there wasn't another week.

But I'll never forget... 

i want to sell you something!

I feel like taking a swim in a pool that I once enjoyed.  I often wonder if it's been filled in with dirt as of yet.

Okay, so I have this to say about living so close to the fire department: it sucks.  Really, the only time it would be of any use is if there was a fire in the building I lived in.  Aside from that, there's really not much point.  Every day about five times a day, the fire engine is rolling by with lights and sirens blazing.  You know what the best part about this is?  There's usually no fire!

Our fire department sends out two trucks, minimum, for every single car crash there is.  Even if it's just a little bumper bang, once 911 is called the firetrucks head out.  Now, I try to understand this.  For the most part, should a car be in an accident that would warrant a fire truck to be there, I can understand sending a couple.  But the other day, some idiot crashed into and took out a sign marking the entrance to a fast food joint.  As I drove by, I thought the building had begun going up into flames.  Around the building were 2 fire trucks, four police vehicles, an ambulance, and three privately owned vehicles with lights designating that they were "fire police."

I wonder often how much of our tax money is wasted on fuel bills for these things?

Oh, please never again!

I was thinking today about the worst vacations I've ever had.  I've had some doozies, and I will admit that a couple were my fault.  But the worst vacation ever us the dumbest idea ever!  It was the one I took just after my wife and I split up.  I had left and we had already paid for the hotel for the week some time before, so she convinced me to go...

So, I should have said forget it.  I really should have.  The whole time, she tried to "make things work out" between us even though it was obvious that we had long passed that point in our relationship.  But the kicker was the night when I refused sex and mentioned that it was a bad idea.  She asked if I was seeing someone, and I answered honestly.  At that point she threatened to throw me off the balcony and a variety of other things.

It was the most insane experience ever!  Never again!

So, words of advice: just don't do it!  If you break up with someone after a long time, just end it then and there as cleanly as possible.  Lie often to keep her from going insane when together... just a mess otherwise.

My spider plant has flowers...

Who knew?  I didn't.

As I look back on my life, as I sometimes do, I usually start with the things I wish I had done. Often this is more like a collection of people I wish I had done.  I think now and again about this one girl in particular that I turned down for the simple reason of her openness with her sexual conquests.  But then again, most of the girls at the time that I knew were of the similar philosophy.

There was a night when I offered to take her home... I seem to recall another night a week or two before that night, when she offered to give me a blow job since the only girl I had been with up to that point wasn't into that. I declined.  But it was the first thing on my mind when she got into my car after a night at the club.  The plan changed from driving her home that night to waiting for the following day to take her to her mother's work.  So she was going to stay with me that night.

I lived in the basement at my mother's house at this time, and there was this long outdoor couch in my room then.  She tried to entice me into a bit of the ol' in-n-out... but I was not really wanting to because I was terrified what I may get having sex with her.  Instead, we fell asleep on each other on the sofa.  I think we kissed a couple of times, and I remember really wanting to... but....

Well, years later, I happened upon her on the Facebook, and though we did not become friends, she joined the group in support of my first nationally published book.  I clicked to check out her profile, and wow!  There were a couple of pics of her in some rather erotic clothes, and I suddenly regretted deeply that I passed up the opportunity to have some fun with her back in the day.  Damn is she still sexy!  Oh, well.

Well, life happens and passes... enjoy it while your there!

I think I forgot...

It's funny how busy things have been for me the past couple of weeks.  And yet, I have to admit that much of the busy has been reading online comics.  The issue is that I find a new one now and again that interests me, and I go to the beginning and read the whole thing to catch up.  Unfortunately, as of late, I have been trying to catch up on about six of them.  It becomes a vacuum of time...

Besides the web-comics, I've been reacquainting myself to a social life.  Believe it or not, I actually spend a good part of last weekend not here at my computer.  And, because of that, I got to hang with some cool people, and hang with half naked women around a fire.

Ah... how I've missed the half naked women!  Of course, when you have a couple of guys who get naked, it's pretty easy to convince the girls to start taking their shirts off.

Well, that was my weekend.  Worked out pretty nice.  Got drunk, saw tits, and got laid.  I need to be more social, I'm thinking.