pygmy

oi! hello. nothing to report from the east coast. glad to see you updated though!

sorry if it grossed you out. awesome to hear from you! its been a while.

Thanks. That's all part of life, accepting and moving on.

hehe 105 rebel.

that's cute.

and possibly very true.

so there i was, senior year in college..

i was in my apartment on the computer, working with three hot college girls. we were working on a senior paper. it was distracting trying to be productive and get anything done, but after all, i was the group leader. these girls were here because i was a nerd, not for anything else.

the apartment was warm, it was in late spring. one of the girls was wearing shoes, dressy kind of pumps. she stretched out on the couch and, using her legs, kicked her shoes off on the floor. *plunk* the other two had been wearing flip-flops but were now content to chill out barefoot.. i was in heaven. we had been working for about an hour when we decided to take a break.

that's when something funny happened. being horny and a bachelor, i had downloaded lots of foot porn images on my computer. my screensaver at the time was a random presentation of these images, activated after five minutes of inactivity. of course, i hadn't thought of that when our little break started. so, after five minutes, the image of the senior paper we had been working on turned into a nonstop barrage of hardcore fetish porn, and i was blissfully unaware. i had been busy watching teenage barefoot (o.k., one socked) toes curling and twitching, while trying to maintain enough eye contact to not be called out..

lol. lindsay said, "oo, look at that" and the other two girls looked at the screen. they laughed and admitted that their boyfriends downloaded dirty pics too.. it took them a moment to realize that all of the porn involved legs and feet. when they saw the common theme running through the presentation, they started asking questions about my (now very obvious) foot fetish.

one of the girls raised her leg up to my face, pointing her toes at my nose. and said, "do you think my feet are pretty?" i looked, and saw the most immaculate french-pedicured toes and high arches that i had ever seen.. i swallowed, and said, "yeah, those are great." she giggled, and lamented that her boyfriend never paid attention to the care she had given her feet. the other two girls immediately started inspecting their feet. "what about ours?" they demanded. i was like, holy shit.

i said, "look, the only way i can tell if your feet are sexy is to smell them. let me inspect them up close.. i am an expert"
the brunette peeled her socks off and the loveliest smell overcame my senses as a fragrant foot was placed directly in front of my face. i smelled the scent of pure perfection, it was like a perfect combination of college girl foot sweat and lotion; warm vanilla sugar. mmm. the other said, "well i would let you smell mine, but i'm embarrassed because i just got done with tennis practice before i came here. i'm probably stinky after wearing my trainers." i calmly (it was hard) said, "oh that won't bother me.. let me check it out." the sweet smell of girl sweat between those toes was like nectar of the gods. it was all i could do not to stuff her entire dainty foot in my mouth. at this point, the other two girls had begun to give each other foot massages. my boner was raging in my pants. i had been reduced to the level of a drooling fool.

"don't tell your sorority sisters about this", i begged. they laughed and lied through their teeth, "oh, we won't."

well, the paper got done, eventually.. and that was the whole thing. nothing ever came of the experience. not till after. these girls had told all their friends about my 'perversions'. instead of being a bad thing, the gossip paid off. weeks later, random girls would approach me on campus, asking my opinion on their shoes or polish.. flexing. i even met a future girlfriend from one of their friends, who got off on having her toes sucked as much as i liked kissing them. the end.

Tell me something profound.
everything; the entire universe, everything in it, every idea, every emotion you ever have known or felt, every expression you have heard, tasted, seen, touched, every dream. Anything and everything in the entire universe that you can think of, you carry with you inside your mind.


Tell me, is there anything you'd die for? What?
I hope that when I die (no I'm not fatalistic), it's not because of stupidity or randomness. That being said, I have risked my own life several times to prevent others from coming to harm. Yeah, everything is on the line, but it's not an absolute certainty,

I mean after a couple experiences in which I risked my life to save my brother, or the other times with a couple other people, after the fact, I realized that I could have gotten killed while intervening. I didn't regret doing it, in fact I reaffirmed my willingness to risk it all for them.

Being able to vocalize some oath that you'd give everything for someone or something, that's powerful stuff. That sort of thing has been abused throughout human history, it's also along the same lines as agape or unconditional love. Certain employments involve individuals risking their lives, but these risks are regulated, calculated, and reduced to ensure the safety of the people involved. I don't know that I could choose to risk my life in that kind of role, as it is the establishment's and not my decision in how I apply my life. Not everyone's moral heirarchy is determined by the society's norms.

Nice. Thanks for the informative class.

Is the large gray expanse a metaphor for the emptiness of life? Is it not?

Well then ... will you sit for self depreciation? 'Cause if you won't stand for it, you better do something ... 'cause I've been practising the art of self depreciation for YEARS now.

And young? Why thank you ... lately I've been told I am old. That made me smile.

hey sweetie good to hear from you!! things are going good, still going to job fairs, interviews, and stuff. the norm. i've been spending a fair deal of time on myspace.com, its a whole new blog site to browse all night lol.

how's the cello playing going?

Hi, I posted some stuff (or will shortly) on your piece on the artists group but I wanted to respond to your journal entry.
It is a little known fact that the entire western world owes its existence to the Islamic empire that existed for hundreds of years after the death of the prophet, we directly owe the renasance to the scholars, artists and architects of the islamic world who took and saved knowledge from all over the world and compiled it in thier great libraires, this was at a time when Europe was in the dark ages and the Christian world was in moral and social decline. The architecture of the muslim world gave rise to the architecture of the great cathedrals. I think that the genius of so many buildings, religious buildings or otherwise, in the muslim world is in that there is no focus, icons are forbidden by the God of Abraham and this edict was taken very seriously by the prophet as such the expression of an individual architects faith is the the building itself rather than in an icon that the building is formed around or even shaped as (Cathedrals).

you drawing is purddy

Thanks for your b-day wish. I'm glad we became friends. you are such a sweetheart.

I have a great idea!...clean the flute....it just might work.

You did a good deed and he gave you a reward?

So watcha gonna buy with all that cash eh?

Hey tough guy.

Joshof13thfloor posted this in my journal.
I thought you should know since he lacks the beans to tell you this himself face to face

If you can't make it I'll be stuck in a handicap match.

You are really getting popular.

5 things that make me happy:

hugs for no reason
coffee and conversation on top of a cliff overlooking the sea at midnight
brownies. Actually, cookies of any kind, shape or style.
music that wants to be beautiful
people who want to be beautiful

A good Ceasar salad.
My lady and the way she loves me.
The Temptations.
Being regular.
Freedom.

Oh Snap!

Very good point.

Do you have a favourite cookbook?

you have the worst birthdate ever.

sounds grand! i've been in a hottub during a blizzard when it was about 10 degrees out. that was fun. we had the temp turned up so high that we had to get out every 5 mins or so and cool off in the very very below freezing weather and jump back in real quick. it was fun.

Doberman pinscher.
Pronunciation: "dO-b&r-m&n-'pin-ch&r
Function: noun
Etymology: German Dobermann-pinscher, from Ludwig Dobermann, 19th century German dog breeder + German Pinscher, a breed of hunting dog
: any of a breed of short-haired medium-sized dogs of German origin -- called also Doberman
breed of working dog developed in Apolda, Ger., by Louis Dobermann, a night watchman and keeper of a dog pound, in the late 1800s. The Doberman pinscher is a sleek, agile, and powerful dog standing 24 to 28 inches (61 to 71 cm) and weighing 60 to 88 pounds (27 to 40 kg). It has a short, smooth coat, black, blue, fawn, or red, with rust markings on the head, throat, chest, base of the tail, and feet. The breed has a reputation

I hope everything is going well!!