Serious stuff first:
It's strange to see a friendship that has endured more than a decade suddenly disintegrate. I'll fill you in: I've been friends with these three for about ten years and within the past several months their friendship has been gradually unravelling. Now several months may not seem very sudden, but when you consider that they've been friends for more than ten years the span of several months is pretty abrupt. "Strange" is sort of an ambiguous term to describe it but there's no good way to capture it. My distance from the situation has afforded me with the ability to remain on good terms with all three involved, and has the unexpected benefit of diluting my feelings a little bit on the whole sordid affair. But still, watching a friendship go supernova is just...strange. And there's that word again.
Our circle split ranks once before. Now it kind of resembles a planetary rift where the satellites fall into the gravitational pull of whichever side they happened to be nearest when the split occurred. Occasionally in their orbit the satellites will intersect, but the planets themselves maintain their own separate and distinct boundaries, almost as though they were never part of the same space.
One of my favorite girls, Heather, went to the archive recently.
And now for the lighthearted:
Sometimes I wish I were a hot chick. That way I could show off my naughty bits and then provide a link to my wish list so guys would fall over themselves buy me shit off of it. I swear, I have so much crap on my Amazon and Deep Discount wish lists that I'll never catch up. Of course, if I WERE to become a woman for the sake of knocking a few items off my list, I highly doubt that things of a material nature would be my foremost concern. I'd probably need a good, solid month for "exploration".
One of my favorite Limbo Girls, Wren, became an SG this week.
Marilyn Manson completists check this out. I say completists because it's pretty bad.
I'm firming up some new ideas for an 80's inspired splatter anthology script. My intent is to pay homage to the decade that I grew up in. Less specific movies that came out in that stretch than events such as horror films, heavy metal music and role playing games being being responsible for murder/suicide, the widespread "epidemic" of huffing household cleaning products, and what would become known as the Satanic Panic. All of these things in some way influenced me to become the morbidly devious creep that I am today.
I've been unfaithful to SG by joining another altporn site (which I won't mention by name because I value my membership here). Compared with Suicide Girls it doesn't hold a candle, but like an old acquaintance of mine once said "When you're used to having lobster every night, every once and a while you just
want a bologna sandwich".
And finally,
...IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!
It's strange to see a friendship that has endured more than a decade suddenly disintegrate. I'll fill you in: I've been friends with these three for about ten years and within the past several months their friendship has been gradually unravelling. Now several months may not seem very sudden, but when you consider that they've been friends for more than ten years the span of several months is pretty abrupt. "Strange" is sort of an ambiguous term to describe it but there's no good way to capture it. My distance from the situation has afforded me with the ability to remain on good terms with all three involved, and has the unexpected benefit of diluting my feelings a little bit on the whole sordid affair. But still, watching a friendship go supernova is just...strange. And there's that word again.
Our circle split ranks once before. Now it kind of resembles a planetary rift where the satellites fall into the gravitational pull of whichever side they happened to be nearest when the split occurred. Occasionally in their orbit the satellites will intersect, but the planets themselves maintain their own separate and distinct boundaries, almost as though they were never part of the same space.
One of my favorite girls, Heather, went to the archive recently.
And now for the lighthearted:
Sometimes I wish I were a hot chick. That way I could show off my naughty bits and then provide a link to my wish list so guys would fall over themselves buy me shit off of it. I swear, I have so much crap on my Amazon and Deep Discount wish lists that I'll never catch up. Of course, if I WERE to become a woman for the sake of knocking a few items off my list, I highly doubt that things of a material nature would be my foremost concern. I'd probably need a good, solid month for "exploration".
One of my favorite Limbo Girls, Wren, became an SG this week.
Marilyn Manson completists check this out. I say completists because it's pretty bad.
I'm firming up some new ideas for an 80's inspired splatter anthology script. My intent is to pay homage to the decade that I grew up in. Less specific movies that came out in that stretch than events such as horror films, heavy metal music and role playing games being being responsible for murder/suicide, the widespread "epidemic" of huffing household cleaning products, and what would become known as the Satanic Panic. All of these things in some way influenced me to become the morbidly devious creep that I am today.
I've been unfaithful to SG by joining another altporn site (which I won't mention by name because I value my membership here). Compared with Suicide Girls it doesn't hold a candle, but like an old acquaintance of mine once said "When you're used to having lobster every night, every once and a while you just
want a bologna sandwich".
And finally,
...IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!
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My name is Matt and I have the personality of a potted plant. And not even a cool potted plant either, like a venus flytrap. No, I'm more like scotch moss or a mold sample.
that totally made me laugh. you rock my socks
Love that movie.
"Nine killed her, nine shall die, nine eternities in doom!"