fuck fuck fuck.
heh, that got your attention didn't it. everybody loves a cheap trick. no, i'm not calling you a trick, or a ho. just get back in that kitchen and make me a goddamn pie...
just hit up the gym for the first time in a million million years. i feel good and tired. no idea where i am in terms of weight progression and right now i don't even care. i just want eh pain of it, the burning strain in my arms, my back my hips and legs. since i have no one to sex up directly, i have to handle the situation a little differently. and if i pleasure myself too much more i'm going to break something. and nobody wants a broken something.
on the other side of the coin, i still haven't eaten anything today. m machine is getting worn down by this piss poor maintenance routine. the animal could care less, barely even notices, but the machine is getting closer to broken everyday. some times i miss the side benefits of a relationship. like someone else directly involved in my life who can say, what's your fucking problem, why haven't you eaten today, here's a damn pie i baked for you. jackass.
ah love, she is a many faceted and simple thing.
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tonight's episode of advanced comestible math;
tri color rotini with meat sauce. i styled the hamburger asian with a subtle mix of soy sauces and sesame ginger stuff. previous to adding the marinara it was simply divine. and let's face it Paul Newman makes better marinara than i do, so i might as well use his. combine the two and it works quite well. the rotini sort of speaks for itself, but quietly form the background.
i am unfortunately a component chef. i take sauces and flavors and recipes from other people and tweak them to my own design. sometimes, last night, tonight, everything works out very well. the other times i force myself to eat the dregs of my efforts, just to prove a point. i made it, i might as well eat it. but tonight i am happy with this. someday i will be a better chef.
i realized recently i did not cook enough in my last serious relationship. i should have cooked more. i should have brought my love food, and nurtured our time with more personal attention. it wouldn't have made any difference, we'd still have broken up and torn each others hearts in soft and subtle ways, but it would have been good of me to have cooked more.
heh, that got your attention didn't it. everybody loves a cheap trick. no, i'm not calling you a trick, or a ho. just get back in that kitchen and make me a goddamn pie...
just hit up the gym for the first time in a million million years. i feel good and tired. no idea where i am in terms of weight progression and right now i don't even care. i just want eh pain of it, the burning strain in my arms, my back my hips and legs. since i have no one to sex up directly, i have to handle the situation a little differently. and if i pleasure myself too much more i'm going to break something. and nobody wants a broken something.
on the other side of the coin, i still haven't eaten anything today. m machine is getting worn down by this piss poor maintenance routine. the animal could care less, barely even notices, but the machine is getting closer to broken everyday. some times i miss the side benefits of a relationship. like someone else directly involved in my life who can say, what's your fucking problem, why haven't you eaten today, here's a damn pie i baked for you. jackass.
ah love, she is a many faceted and simple thing.
~~~
tonight's episode of advanced comestible math;
tri color rotini with meat sauce. i styled the hamburger asian with a subtle mix of soy sauces and sesame ginger stuff. previous to adding the marinara it was simply divine. and let's face it Paul Newman makes better marinara than i do, so i might as well use his. combine the two and it works quite well. the rotini sort of speaks for itself, but quietly form the background.
i am unfortunately a component chef. i take sauces and flavors and recipes from other people and tweak them to my own design. sometimes, last night, tonight, everything works out very well. the other times i force myself to eat the dregs of my efforts, just to prove a point. i made it, i might as well eat it. but tonight i am happy with this. someday i will be a better chef.
i realized recently i did not cook enough in my last serious relationship. i should have cooked more. i should have brought my love food, and nurtured our time with more personal attention. it wouldn't have made any difference, we'd still have broken up and torn each others hearts in soft and subtle ways, but it would have been good of me to have cooked more.
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Well, court marshalling for fucking someone is bullshit. That should be private buisiness. Fuck the army. They are fucking with my sex life.
So, you were with a girl that you should have cooked for? And now it's all over?
Cam doesn't buy me flowers. He picks them. I love when he tells me "mommy, you're beautiful."