Slaptastically not Humorous

The violated sex act...

Yeah, so tonight…was a great night for the most part… minus the mother catching us, well her, bumpn’ and grindn’…hmmmmhmmmm, crazy.

Now 98% of the time the window is open, everyone is somewhere else in the house…why, at that moment, did her mother walk onto the balcony to smoke???

Then she knocks on the door…and requests that we shut the window…then texts…then calls.  HUH???

Frustrated!

Im tired of living off the dollar menu… I wanna number 12, and fucking super size it, damn it!!!

What if....???

Does it always seem that we always chose our own paths or is it fate doing it for us?  Well if it is our choices and ours alone, what if we also impacted the lives of those who surround us?

What if you were dating this person, and you knew that you could not deal with them any longer.  You think the time is right, right now.  You break up with them.  2 Days later you find out that they were in a car accident.  What if… you hadn’t chosen that moment.  What would the out come be?  Would they have gotten into the accident or would they be sitting next to you annoying the living hell out of you like every other fucking day of you most pathetic fucking ass holish pussy….. I mean… like always?

Many other thoughts on this and more when we continue this program later…

Baby Oh Baby

and school

Oh what a disapointing thing.

I am, or at least was, happy with the girlfriend thing.  But due to an overlapping chain of events, I think it is best to do what I have to do. 

I have to let her be her, and let her do what she wants to do.  I know that I will never control her, nor should I try.  We are all individuals, and should be just what we need to be at the time.  She needs to enjoy life at the age level she is at.  Which means, she needs to go here and there, party and hang out with friends, get into trouble, find her way out, experience life for what it is or she makes it.

I will cut the strings so as not to hold her back.  I will distance myself, but stay close enough that she will feel that I have not left. 

My care and concern for her will linger heavily on my heart, but I am to much in this emotional state, to much into the late 20’s life style that I have made, to continue.  We are two different people with one thing in common, we care.  Other then that, we are drifting.

So find me those sissors, because, I need to cut the string.

On My B-Day

I will do nothing. I will do something. I will sit at home. I will go outside. I will go have a drink. I will wait for the phone to ring. I will talk. I will be idle. I will be active. I will be myself. I will be another year older.

My sEcRet Life

I live this secret life of a Porn Star. But, no, I don’t.

Oh I miss My Brooke

So, Deciding this in the past few weeks. Clearing my head back on the homestead. I am moving to LA to do Film School. Following in the steps of my beloved Brookie Poopie. Such an insperation, such a good friend. And with a personality almost like mine, I feel that this would be a good choice. And not only that, I would have a industry PRO to reference. I LOVE YOU POOPIE!!!

Clearing of the Head and Soul

So, My journey home was of great value.  I feel that i educated myself, spiritually.  I feel like I am a better person.  I now know that I need this and that, and need to exclude this and that as well.

List of things:  School, Art work, Creation, Opening the mind, Freeing the past, Releasing Bad energy, Meditating, Tai Chi, “Free Spirit”, Detication, Respecting, Mouth shutting, Open arming, and all the planning leading up to these.  Within a few months, I shouldve been able to tackle all these tasks.  Which in return should make me feel level headed again, happy again and much more.

This has been the BEST trip home since………EVER.

Friends… that I saw, were fucking fabulous,

Family… WoW, totally shocked me, for the better.

And my dad, my FATHER, the asshole that Ive always known, did something that shocked me to the point that I didnt know if he was real or an alien….He said he was proud of me…(it was for my golf game, 6yrs of not playing, I did well)

'71 Bus Project

Ah, I have never been so relaxed yet stressed working on a project. This bus holds hopes and dreams and never ending Ideas. Like a beetle, the blank canvas speaks with so many ideas that can be done on a modest budget. I cannot wait till the project totally takes flight and the camping begins!!!