I should write a new journal entry. Ho hum.
I don't really have all that much to say, but when have I ever?
I'm starting to get used to not having a girlfriend again, except there's a catch: I still have a girlfriend. She just happens to live a long, long ways away. So most of the time I feel like I'm single again. Or still. I've been single for so much of my life. I can't help feeling like I'm single still, especially when my eyes chance upon someone I'd like to...
Sigh. Near... Far... Near... Far... Why was there so much truth and profundity in Sesame Street?
Anyways.
I currently have my sister's ukulele in my posession. I never thought I'd take to it so much. I've written three songs on the damn thing and I've only had it since Saturday. They're all crap songs, but what were you expecting from a guy who calls himself pough?
Oh, and just for the record: I need more exercise. If there's one thing I've learned in my 50-odd years (give or take 30) of life, it's that you can't just dream abs and pecs into existence. Believe me: I've tried.
Wait! One more thing. I need to find a woman who'll model for me. I have two in negotiations already, but I'm not gonna hold my breath. I need nice curves. (Don't we all?) There is nudity involved, but no naughty bits. So if you look kinda like a guitar (see picture) and want the parts of your body from the top of your asscrack to your shoulders (minus boobies) to be seen on a master luthier's website's home page, let me know. Just because I personally am tasteless doesn't mean I can't do tasteful artwork. It just means I have to have a reason to.
I don't really have all that much to say, but when have I ever?
I'm starting to get used to not having a girlfriend again, except there's a catch: I still have a girlfriend. She just happens to live a long, long ways away. So most of the time I feel like I'm single again. Or still. I've been single for so much of my life. I can't help feeling like I'm single still, especially when my eyes chance upon someone I'd like to...
Sigh. Near... Far... Near... Far... Why was there so much truth and profundity in Sesame Street?
Anyways.
I currently have my sister's ukulele in my posession. I never thought I'd take to it so much. I've written three songs on the damn thing and I've only had it since Saturday. They're all crap songs, but what were you expecting from a guy who calls himself pough?
Oh, and just for the record: I need more exercise. If there's one thing I've learned in my 50-odd years (give or take 30) of life, it's that you can't just dream abs and pecs into existence. Believe me: I've tried.
Wait! One more thing. I need to find a woman who'll model for me. I have two in negotiations already, but I'm not gonna hold my breath. I need nice curves. (Don't we all?) There is nudity involved, but no naughty bits. So if you look kinda like a guitar (see picture) and want the parts of your body from the top of your asscrack to your shoulders (minus boobies) to be seen on a master luthier's website's home page, let me know. Just because I personally am tasteless doesn't mean I can't do tasteful artwork. It just means I have to have a reason to.
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solaris:
do you want the girl lying down, or sitting up? i can't quite picture how you want it to look.
hethral:
You gonna come play?