hmm it is like noon, and i just crawled from bed. what does this say about my motivation towards the cold winds of toronto. fuck who cares. i had the worst dream ever. a girlfriend (of two girlfriends ago and with whom i spent 5 years with) is literally dying. so i am sure this spurred my dream about it last night. i met with her two sisters and talked about her demise and how it was only 280 days away. totally sad and shitty. i never did get closure with her. she fell in love with some dork from our circle of friends (who happened to be having a going away party last night that i skipped; which may have also contributed to this relevance of this dream). Whatever. it was fun 
so into my second day of SG.com and i have chatted with a few, looked at a few, and read quite a bit. there are so many introspective-creative individuals of the lot and cohort. it is refreshingly timely nicely something. and i think i will keep it up instead of a livejournal. some people might be a tad judge(mental) but i really am not a give-a-shitter so meh.
tonight.. man stuff equates to boys and hockey. later.. dancing at some seedy club or finding a hole in the ground that serves beer and eventually working my way back to the annex for late night cake at futures. i am turning into a consumptionholic dork. as long as i stay away from being fat, keep my mind fresh, and stay awake for the important parts i will be fine in this whole being single thing.
so into my second day of SG.com and i have chatted with a few, looked at a few, and read quite a bit. there are so many introspective-creative individuals of the lot and cohort. it is refreshingly timely nicely something. and i think i will keep it up instead of a livejournal. some people might be a tad judge(mental) but i really am not a give-a-shitter so meh.
tonight.. man stuff equates to boys and hockey. later.. dancing at some seedy club or finding a hole in the ground that serves beer and eventually working my way back to the annex for late night cake at futures. i am turning into a consumptionholic dork. as long as i stay away from being fat, keep my mind fresh, and stay awake for the important parts i will be fine in this whole being single thing.
ps. hi
yes. the setting was held between two 15 year olds. i had trekked out to her home in the middle of no where.. and her neighbor had/has a private airstrip into the back of their property.
well apparently a visiting friend ran into either engine troubles, bad piloting, or a lack of fuel (who knows, maybe he/she was getting sexed while flying for all i know) and the plane came down right outside of the window of the room of our sexual bliss (it was actually quite painful and awkward up until that moment). we heard the bang, crash and shouting and paid no attention. when we had completed our nervous actions, and looked outside through the glass onto the massive expansive lawn and into this field, there was a plane right there. smoking and people just calming milling about scratching heads. we went out and asked if they needed anything and ended up fetching some lemonaide and water.
i will never ever forget it, and it helps erase the memory of bad two-virgin sex. i do recall the blood though. not much, but enough to know that there is a reason that sex probably has a hold over of fear (maybe some guys who have never had sex with a virgin are more-bold with their fucking because they never saw that wince of pain and small flash of blood??).
Can you tell that I totally ramble people. Fuck.