Well...where do I start? I just learned that they've made vibrating panties, for women. That can be operated, via remote control. I seriously believe women are just one more kinky innovation away, having no use for men, whatsoever. I mean you can already practically buy sperm over-the-counter. Now this? One more breakthrough in self pleasing technology, and it's game over, fellas. We'll end up having to microwave a donut, if we wanna get laid.
I've decided to not be bald, anymore. For a number of reasons. One of the main one's being that the cost of being bald is almost as high as getting weekly hair cuts. I ended up needing to shave almost every week. I knew my hair grew fast. But not that fast. Also, women have been telling me that it's not a good look, for me. And enough of them to where I actually started to listen. A friend of mine told me that my head wasn't shaped "weird enough" to justify, going bald. I guess that's sort of a compliment. Right? Oh, and I sliced the shit out of the side of my head shaving it, the last time. So yeah...fuck that noise. If I do start losing my hair, people will just have to turn the other cheek, if they don't like my bald spot. Maybe I can go on the road as a Sherman Hemsley, impersonator.
Me in 40 years ^^
Which brings me to my next question.
Spoiler for your protection.
I've spent most of the month practically rebuilding our apartment. Moving is a pain in the ass. Even when you're just moving shit around, the house. We have gotten rid of a lot of junk, though. Now the place looks almost, like new. I've bought and used enough cleaning products, to build a home made bomb (no offense). I kind of go into a beserker-like frenzy, whenever I start to clean. It has to be done completely and thoroughly. And only done by me. I think I'd make a great match for any girl who's a neat freak. We can compete to see who can make an already white wall, even whiter. She'll lose. Guess I've inherited that OCD, from my grandmother. Who is such a neat freak that I'm starting to believe she's actually afraid of dirt. That is a type of phobia, right?
I did find some awesome stuff though, after going through all those boxes and bags. Like my mint condition Kobe Bryant and Chris Webber, jerseys. I was more excited about finding my Webber jersey. I was a psychotic Kings fan, back in the day. They were a good team, but were always the underdogs. They would come so close to making it, to the finals. Then get beaten by Utah or some other team, with superior talent. I also found my Clippers throwback jersey. From when they were in San Diego. If I can get Chris Paul or Blake Griffin to sign it, then I could sell it on Ebay. And make a killing. I also found my aunts Bob Hope records. Now I know I could make some money, with those.
But the main prize I found, was a brand new tripod. I have a much better camera, to take pictures with now. So I see this as my sign from the gods, that I should start shooting my own sets. Me being a perfectionist, and my imagination,combined with my competitive nature I'm sure I could put out good work. I bombarded Xenah with set ideas, when we talked about her shooting another set, not too long ago. And she was totally on board with my idea to do a Squirrel Girl themed, set. So, any takers? Better catch me now, whilst I'm cheap. lol
This past week or so has been a horrible time for relationships. Especially on here. Almost everyone I talk to, on a semi-regular basis, was either going through a break-up, or already broken up. Even my arch nemesis Hemi_ is having issues. I can't understand for the life of me how guys can screw up, with such great girls. For an assassin, Hemi's a pretty cool chick. I figure the only way you could mess up with her, is if you gave away her position, to the enemy. But the real head scratcher for me, was Lee. How could someone dump, this woman? Have you seen her? If not, take a look.
There hasn't been a single time in this girls life, when she hasn't been ridiculously beautiful. Yes, I know. Beauty is only skin deep. Blah, blah, blah. This chick is gorgeous. Surely you can find a way to make it work. Or you can do what her ex did. And brag about how quickly you found someone else to be with. Not even a month, after you dumped her. Class A move, dude. But to be honest, I guess I can't be too judgemental. Being a realist that I am, I'm pretty sure I'd find some way to screw up, too. Maybe not by cheating. But I'd do something. Maybe accidentally run over her cat, coming out of the garage. Or make inappropriate remarks at a family gathering. I'd do something. Maybe you just have to swim through a river of shit, like Andy Dufresne, before you can hug your Morgan Freeman, at then end of the pipeline.
Well that's all I got for you, my minions, tonight. Tune in next time.
P.S. Oh, and if anyone was wondering if I had earned Hemi's free membership...
It's a good place. It was a bit quiet last night, which is sad, because the DJ was good and the club is well styled up, but the company was good And I did rock that dress 