mrginger

What the Fuck is this? Why is it that as soon as any matter of importance leaves my sight it gets fucked up? Why the fuck can't I trust anyone to come correct and be on top of their shit? I'm feeling like I can't count on anyone right now. Fucking idiots. Nothing's gone as planned. Nobody can do what they say they are going...
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Back from Vegas. Stayed even. Little bit of Blackjack, some craps, lots of roulette. Had some working girls ask me if I wanted to "party". I told them I had to make some more money first. They understand that. I don't know if its weird, but I'd rather pay for a lap dance than a blowjob. Especially when the girl can dance. We didn't hit...
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Back in 'cata. I got sick as fuck Saturday morning. It wasn't from the drink, though I'm sure that had something to do with it. Finally I'm starting to feel better. Its taken a ton of vitamins and echinacea. Today I sat in a steamroom for as long as it took me to drink a liter of water. I think it was about 45min. I...
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I talk in my sleep. Its the Mr.Hyde side. If I'm sleeping next to a lady I'll call her names. Like "bitch"," dirty slut", that kind of thing. I've gotten unconsciously freaky on several occasions with women I was involved with. I can't take an innocent nap with a girl without pinching her nips or bonering. I think I just invented a word. I don't...
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It may be hard for some of you to believe, but I'm a chronic heartbreaker. I'm afraid of being loved. As soon as someone starts to really love me, I give them every reason I can not to. Mostly I neglect them. I keep them waiting. I ignore them. I don't know what it is. I don't know what I'm running from or waiting for....
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I need to travel. Either that, or find a house to rent. Where should I go? Who wants me? where can I do the most good? Who needs a roommate? who wants me to pay them a visit? I can make you happy. I can make you sad. But I pay my bills, and I work. Suggestions? Requests?

Pussies?

For a limited time only, you can talk to me in person. Me. With my voice. How?

Here's my number: 916-548-9469

If I don't pick up sing me a song.

I'm back for a second. Not that it matters. At least in the hills there's an excuse for lonliness. My cat was gone for a month before he came back all bones. I thought he was mountain lion food. Nope. I shot a gun for the first time. First a shotty, then a .45. I like the handgun. More challenge. I've spent days naked in...
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Allright then. I'm out. Ghosted. Gone. Like usual, the only people that will notice are the ones alreafdy used to my neglect. They remember the times that I see them though. And that way. we don't get sick of each other.

I'll be away from TV, Internet, cars, and women. But I have some books. I have a yoga ball. I have a boombox and...
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