I had a "nightmare" on Thursday night.
In the dream, I ate Pizza Hut pizza. And when I say I ate it, I mean I shoved an entire piece in my mouth and tried to choke it down in one bite, much like how wiener dog eats a piece of dropped chicken or some such food he's not supposed to have.
I woke up and I felt sick, like I was going to puke. I am curious if my guts were all a-bubble first and that is why I dreamt that, or if I was sick because I dreamt that.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
main-lining self-esteem
Was minding my own business and came across this via a friend of a friend on faceballs.
I present to you, the girl who must have the best personality in the world, my ex's gf after me. goodness gracious!
Fuuuuuck!!!! I might just have to delete this post if I have to look at it every time I log on here. Talk about a self-esteem booster. I'm sure she has a lot of redeeming personality qualities. Probably is not a petty little adolescent retard in disguise (like me?). I'm being really mean right now; she has nothing to do with the dissolving of the (first (oh, that's why)) most important relationship of my adult life. There has got to be some kind of abnormal genetic condition going on. I'll be going through my textbooks and post if I find anything.
I present to you, the girl who must have the best personality in the world, my ex's gf after me. goodness gracious!
Fuuuuuck!!!! I might just have to delete this post if I have to look at it every time I log on here. Talk about a self-esteem booster. I'm sure she has a lot of redeeming personality qualities. Probably is not a petty little adolescent retard in disguise (like me?). I'm being really mean right now; she has nothing to do with the dissolving of the (first (oh, that's why)) most important relationship of my adult life. There has got to be some kind of abnormal genetic condition going on. I'll be going through my textbooks and post if I find anything.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
July 4th Recap
On Tuesday after work, Matt and I rode our bikes to Lemmon's for a late show. He had been at the cove all afternoon and was about ten beers deep before we even got to the bar. Bands were alright. I was mostly excited to get out of the house and socialize. A lot of people were out since everyone was off on Wednesday for the holiday.
Before we left, Matt insisted that we do a shot of Fireball. If the act of ordering Fireball isn't evidence enough that he was BOMBED!, on the way home, he wrecked his bike three times!! The first time was actually really funny to watch. We came to a T-intersection, and he crashed into a parked car and flipped onto the hood! We did not leave a note. There was a dent in the side panel. His saddle post was fucked, as were the rear brakes. He was fiddling with the brakes for several minutes before I just opened them up so he could pedal. I was concerned, though, that with only front brakes, he might end up going over the handlebars again. He fell off again into the street as soon as he tried to get back on.
He wrecked for a third time coming of the path and onto Loughborough! Landed onto the grass.
We made it back to house sans brain damage and passed the EFF OUT!
On Wednesday, the residents of the Minnesota House were hosting a party/show. There was good crowd. Dudes everywhere. I'm a fan. Lots of sweet patriotic shirts...all sans sleeves, of course. My favorite probably Curt's, which was a bald eagle with a motorcycle helmet and goggles, leather jacket, and riding a moto. AMAZING!! It was still really hot out when I arrived around 530, and I got into the pool. I brought my suit, but I ended up just wading around up to my knees and sitting on the ledge.
There were numerous bands on the bill, first up was Bass-Amp and Dano. I was excited they were play first since they are so pro-'Merica!!
Before we left, Matt insisted that we do a shot of Fireball. If the act of ordering Fireball isn't evidence enough that he was BOMBED!, on the way home, he wrecked his bike three times!! The first time was actually really funny to watch. We came to a T-intersection, and he crashed into a parked car and flipped onto the hood! We did not leave a note. There was a dent in the side panel. His saddle post was fucked, as were the rear brakes. He was fiddling with the brakes for several minutes before I just opened them up so he could pedal. I was concerned, though, that with only front brakes, he might end up going over the handlebars again. He fell off again into the street as soon as he tried to get back on.
He wrecked for a third time coming of the path and onto Loughborough! Landed onto the grass.
We made it back to house sans brain damage and passed the EFF OUT!
On Wednesday, the residents of the Minnesota House were hosting a party/show. There was good crowd. Dudes everywhere. I'm a fan. Lots of sweet patriotic shirts...all sans sleeves, of course. My favorite probably Curt's, which was a bald eagle with a motorcycle helmet and goggles, leather jacket, and riding a moto. AMAZING!! It was still really hot out when I arrived around 530, and I got into the pool. I brought my suit, but I ended up just wading around up to my knees and sitting on the ledge.
There were numerous bands on the bill, first up was Bass-Amp and Dano. I was excited they were play first since they are so pro-'Merica!!
Then everyone's favorite evening bird came out to sing a song:
Up next was The Winchester. I also have video of their set, but haven't uploaded it yet.
Third was Cool Mutants from Evansville, IN. I had never seen them before, but I have met a few of them at previous shows for other bands in which they play. I really liked their sound. And they were wearing sweet vests! Thank you for coming to party with us!
I was outside shooting off fireworks with Angelo, Lew, J-Man and some others for the next two acts.
Then Dude Jams showed up and it was sweet! I was so excited they played here. I had not seen them play since Fest....maybe three years ago? They had driven straight to the party, loaded their gear, played, then seemed to disappear. I saw their drummer and spoke briefly with him before I rolled out. I wish more people had been into them.
Chill Dawgs were last, and it was a complete abortion. Biff was so bombed that he didn't play his guitar, sang half the songs, and actually passed out on the couch before their set was complete!
One of my favorite things about Chill Dawgs shows is that Nighthawk's parents show up, and his dad is especially into it.
I felt like shit all day; glad I was able to use a vacation day. I woke up on the couch at home next to wienus dog and I had a puke bucket next to me on the floor.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Overheard at the bar
Last night I went to Manga for several bands. It was some one's birthday, and a lot of people were there. I parked it at the bar and was hit on by three dudes during the course of the evening.
One was named Tyson. He was cute, but not my type. It was kinda crowded at the bar, and he was standing behind where I was sitting and ordered two beers. He took one, passed the second to me, and then turned around a disappeared for several hours. He came back in later and sat by me, introduced himself, and the conversation didn't go much farther than that.
The second dude who hit on me I don't know what his name was. He was ginger, a vet(eran), and asked me if I in undergrad at SLU (I know I look young, but damn!) We had nice conversation, but I wasn't interested in him. He was really laying it on thick and I knew he wanted my number, but never asked and that was fine.
The third dude who hit on me, I was not interested in, either. He asked me for my number, and I told him that I wouldn't call him back. I ended up giving him my number and I made good on my promise to not call him back when texted me this afternoon.
Okay, so the reason I came here to type this post was because in my conversation with second dude, he observed, "Wow. There are a lot of really good looking women here tonight."
I replied, "Yeah! The Chill Dawgs are playing later! And when they do, all those really good looking women are going to be down in the front dancing!"
And when the Chill Dawgs played, all those really good looking women (myself included!) were down in the front dancing! I spoke to Biff about this later and he laughed, low-fived me, and said that he was admiring the view from center stage!
Their set was def tight and the best I've seen them perform. No one was too shithammered. I like watching Matt play his bass. I texted him before I went to sleep, "good show good show! I like watching you play your bass. Have a good night!"
His reply? "Aw shucks, thanks. Sleep Tight."
One was named Tyson. He was cute, but not my type. It was kinda crowded at the bar, and he was standing behind where I was sitting and ordered two beers. He took one, passed the second to me, and then turned around a disappeared for several hours. He came back in later and sat by me, introduced himself, and the conversation didn't go much farther than that.
The second dude who hit on me I don't know what his name was. He was ginger, a vet(eran), and asked me if I in undergrad at SLU (I know I look young, but damn!) We had nice conversation, but I wasn't interested in him. He was really laying it on thick and I knew he wanted my number, but never asked and that was fine.
The third dude who hit on me, I was not interested in, either. He asked me for my number, and I told him that I wouldn't call him back. I ended up giving him my number and I made good on my promise to not call him back when texted me this afternoon.
Okay, so the reason I came here to type this post was because in my conversation with second dude, he observed, "Wow. There are a lot of really good looking women here tonight."
I replied, "Yeah! The Chill Dawgs are playing later! And when they do, all those really good looking women are going to be down in the front dancing!"
And when the Chill Dawgs played, all those really good looking women (myself included!) were down in the front dancing! I spoke to Biff about this later and he laughed, low-fived me, and said that he was admiring the view from center stage!
Their set was def tight and the best I've seen them perform. No one was too shithammered. I like watching Matt play his bass. I texted him before I went to sleep, "good show good show! I like watching you play your bass. Have a good night!"
His reply? "Aw shucks, thanks. Sleep Tight."
Friday, June 29, 2012
Defusing a bomb
Last Thursday, Matt and I rode our bikes up to the Ballroom. The night was gorgeous. Perfect temps. A decent crowd. Also, I had the most delicious vegan chocolate cake that I wanted to bring up to share with Justin. We ordered some beers, played some pinball, and selected some songs from the Jukebox. I saw Dave, who I hadn't seen in months, and started talking to him. I guess I kinda got caught up in my conversation with Dave and ignored Matt. Then some of the Dude's dudes showed up and I saw Matt socializing with them. So, no big deal, I thought.
When Matt was ready to go, he came over to tell me; I was still talking with Dave. I turned around and said, "Let me get my bike." Matt thought I was leaving with Dave and was wanting to get my bike. But really, I was wanting to leave with Matt (our bikes were locked up together outside). So I went to piss once before I left, then went promptly outside to the bike rack...and Matt and his bike were gone! So I hopped on my bike and quickly pedaled back to his house/my car, thinking that I could catch him. But I never saw him! So I put my bike in my car and then my phone went off. Matt sent me a message; it's hard to get the full intention when its just written word and not other verbal cues, but he seemed upset. He was at Lemmon's and told me "You's a ho, ho!" and to "go home with your boy."
I had several choices on how to handle this. I can completely understand how this was easily a misunderstanding. I took the high road. I texted back, "you're silly. Dave and I have been friends for years and he's married." This is all true (although they are currently separated). Then I got in my car and drove to Lemmon's. Matt and 'Hawk were inside, as were a lot of other people. It was pretty late. I went to find Matt by the shuffleboard, and said, "I went to go to the bathroom before we left and when I went outside you were gone! So I raced back to the house thinking I could catch you and when you weren't there, I drove up here!" He was amazed that I was that quick, and seemed to cool down after the misunderstanding that I had (perceived) to ditch him for another. So we hung out at Lemmon's til a little after two.
Matt had his bike, I had my car, and we joked about who could get home quicker. So we left at the same time. I drove up to the house and parked on the street, looking in my side mirror for him to crest the hill. I only beat him by about a minute! He was a little sore about it because he hates to loose! But it was all in fun.
We decided to go across the street to Lew's house and swim in the pool. The air temps were perfect, and the water was a little cold, so we didn't get in all the way. Just sat on the wooden deck with our beers in hand and legs in the water. He was splashing my legs with the water a little bit, then suddenly we both just turned to face each other and started kissing. Believe me when I admit that I had not forgotten about how much I enjoy kissing him, how soft and full his lips are, or how both us just seem to just fit perfectly together. But it was nice to be able to stop reminiscing and get back to it for real.
We hung out at the pool until our beers were gone, then ran back across the street to his house. We ended up going to his room and kissing some more and things escalated from there. I know I go into details on my other posts, but I don't want to go into details in this post at this time, but it was the most satisfying, hottest encounter in years, possibly ever. It was totally awesome and hot and the best in years back in January before he had to move away for a bit, and this session blew those completely out of the water! He is and does everything I want out of an encounter, and I am sure that I do the same for him. He ended up getting off three times, which is absolutely incredible! I came numerous times, and he gets so into it when I go; I'm really happy that he gets excited about it and that makes me want to do it more. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I have not been able to stop thinking about it all week.
When Matt was ready to go, he came over to tell me; I was still talking with Dave. I turned around and said, "Let me get my bike." Matt thought I was leaving with Dave and was wanting to get my bike. But really, I was wanting to leave with Matt (our bikes were locked up together outside). So I went to piss once before I left, then went promptly outside to the bike rack...and Matt and his bike were gone! So I hopped on my bike and quickly pedaled back to his house/my car, thinking that I could catch him. But I never saw him! So I put my bike in my car and then my phone went off. Matt sent me a message; it's hard to get the full intention when its just written word and not other verbal cues, but he seemed upset. He was at Lemmon's and told me "You's a ho, ho!" and to "go home with your boy."
I had several choices on how to handle this. I can completely understand how this was easily a misunderstanding. I took the high road. I texted back, "you're silly. Dave and I have been friends for years and he's married." This is all true (although they are currently separated). Then I got in my car and drove to Lemmon's. Matt and 'Hawk were inside, as were a lot of other people. It was pretty late. I went to find Matt by the shuffleboard, and said, "I went to go to the bathroom before we left and when I went outside you were gone! So I raced back to the house thinking I could catch you and when you weren't there, I drove up here!" He was amazed that I was that quick, and seemed to cool down after the misunderstanding that I had (perceived) to ditch him for another. So we hung out at Lemmon's til a little after two.
Matt had his bike, I had my car, and we joked about who could get home quicker. So we left at the same time. I drove up to the house and parked on the street, looking in my side mirror for him to crest the hill. I only beat him by about a minute! He was a little sore about it because he hates to loose! But it was all in fun.
We decided to go across the street to Lew's house and swim in the pool. The air temps were perfect, and the water was a little cold, so we didn't get in all the way. Just sat on the wooden deck with our beers in hand and legs in the water. He was splashing my legs with the water a little bit, then suddenly we both just turned to face each other and started kissing. Believe me when I admit that I had not forgotten about how much I enjoy kissing him, how soft and full his lips are, or how both us just seem to just fit perfectly together. But it was nice to be able to stop reminiscing and get back to it for real.
We hung out at the pool until our beers were gone, then ran back across the street to his house. We ended up going to his room and kissing some more and things escalated from there. I know I go into details on my other posts, but I don't want to go into details in this post at this time, but it was the most satisfying, hottest encounter in years, possibly ever. It was totally awesome and hot and the best in years back in January before he had to move away for a bit, and this session blew those completely out of the water! He is and does everything I want out of an encounter, and I am sure that I do the same for him. He ended up getting off three times, which is absolutely incredible! I came numerous times, and he gets so into it when I go; I'm really happy that he gets excited about it and that makes me want to do it more. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I have not been able to stop thinking about it all week.
Friday, June 22, 2012
short and sweet
Long story short, Matt and I banged out at his new house and it was the most satisfying, hottest encounter in years, quite possibly of all time thus far! Will post full recap later!
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Second Helping
Okay, so I posted about the lackluster encounter with Biff two months ago. Neither of us got back to the other about a repeat performance, but I agreed to shoot a wedding on Saturday for extra cash. After the reception, I went to Lemmons to see Half Raptor and Sink The Bismark. It was a good show! There was a lot of people there. And since I had to go to the reception and didn't get finished until nearly 11, it was nice it was a super late show and I still saw three of the bands.
I got pretty blitzed at the show and I have no idea what happened, but I ended up back at the Manor and sat downstairs with 'Hawk, Biff, John, and Tim. We were watching some crazy show on Netflix. Some smoke when around, and I took a drag off it...twice. I immediately started speeding balls. My fingers and toes started spazzing and my heart was up in my throat. Biff came and sat down on the couch by me and actually sat on my feet to get me to stop fidgiting so badly. Then he started to rub my legs, and I let him. He just gently rubbed my legs for a long time.
We were both pretty lit up and went upstairs. I wasn't particularly psyched on it, but I guess I just like sex. Or I was on drugs. Or all of the above! We banged out for a long time, only banging and kissing. No oral, no finger magic, just in-out-in-out. This was much better than the first time and I enjoyed it more, but I still did not get off! Biff blasted three times! Incredible. Even he said so. After, I let him hold me close/cuddle under the covers with the A/C blasting ice cold air right on our bare skin. I did this for his courtesy; I know from the first time, that he likes to cuddle, because I was all ready to scoot to my side of the bed and pass the eff out, and he like, "What? No cuddling? I love to cuddle!"
I actually kind of liked it, too. His skin was super soft and he was warmer than me, and the A/C was SO COLD!
Next day, he texted me that he had a nice time. I texted back that I did, too. Which is true. But I still don't think either of us will be holding our breath for round three.
I got pretty blitzed at the show and I have no idea what happened, but I ended up back at the Manor and sat downstairs with 'Hawk, Biff, John, and Tim. We were watching some crazy show on Netflix. Some smoke when around, and I took a drag off it...twice. I immediately started speeding balls. My fingers and toes started spazzing and my heart was up in my throat. Biff came and sat down on the couch by me and actually sat on my feet to get me to stop fidgiting so badly. Then he started to rub my legs, and I let him. He just gently rubbed my legs for a long time.
We were both pretty lit up and went upstairs. I wasn't particularly psyched on it, but I guess I just like sex. Or I was on drugs. Or all of the above! We banged out for a long time, only banging and kissing. No oral, no finger magic, just in-out-in-out. This was much better than the first time and I enjoyed it more, but I still did not get off! Biff blasted three times! Incredible. Even he said so. After, I let him hold me close/cuddle under the covers with the A/C blasting ice cold air right on our bare skin. I did this for his courtesy; I know from the first time, that he likes to cuddle, because I was all ready to scoot to my side of the bed and pass the eff out, and he like, "What? No cuddling? I love to cuddle!"
I actually kind of liked it, too. His skin was super soft and he was warmer than me, and the A/C was SO COLD!
Next day, he texted me that he had a nice time. I texted back that I did, too. Which is true. But I still don't think either of us will be holding our breath for round three.
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