therealtexasguy

what sg's have been ugly? that's really a horrible thing to say. especially cuz it's so not true. maybe they're not really your type or something, but you cant say they're "pretty challenged" and sorry, but bugging me for naked pictures is so not going to make me want to take any. there are plenty of other girls out there for you to masturbate to

well, i was forced to eat chili again tonight. this time it was a very old can of it. very old. too old. fucking truck breaking down means no grocery shopping. i just want to throw up and get it over with...why did i even bother eating in the first fucking place? before i was just hungry and tired. now i'm tired and can't sleep because i'm sick. fuck!

have you ever wandered through peoples profiles on here and noticed how many people write "just want to be happy" or "to be happy" on their FANTASY question on their profile? it's astounding. no wonder SG is such a unique society - we're all the sad people society has swept under their rug. only we've been united by the common glory of the female form in all it's infinite beauty. we came for the nudity and stayed for the scene.

funny thing is i rarely get off to this site. i rarely fantasize about the SGs. they are an object of affection and fascination, not desire. no, they are a nude painting of the girl I used to get high with in high school, not the nasty coke head i used to fuck in the bathroom at the burger joint across the street.

i need to buy ''undertow'' album, again. this is seriously the tenth time i need to rebuy this album. i lose it constantly. i even have it on vinyl (god, does anything sound as good as vinyl?).

vinyl is like a woman. compact discs are playmates. vinyl is real and all the more beautiful for it's imperfects. compact discs are fake; boob jobs and botox injections - the unobtainable that is obtainable for a mere $14.95 at a music store near you. now, like in certain parts of the country, real women (i.e. vinyl), are a precious commodity. i've been to parts of california and florida where finding a real, all-natural woman was like finding truffel in the fucking desert. the funny thing is the big trend, especially in pornography, harkening back to the natural state (ever since i wrote my book on pornography i can't stop analyzing the trends in it). or maybe it's just the natural sect, as it were, is becoming more entrenched now that silicon is taking over our world (think about it people; it's everywhere from our computers to our cars to our women).

my apartment stinks horribly of garlic. smells like i'm preparing to fight off an invasion of vampires. truth is i'm just making some rather potent bait to fish with (hot dogs, teriyaki, garlic, and vinegar). cutting up three cloves of garlic is what did it - even know that it's all triple bagged and locked out of sight and smell, the stench of garlic hangs thick in the air. it's in my clothes, my hair, my sheets. just my luck, tomorrow i have to start college smelling like i make love to a vampire hunter all night.

oh well....*sigh*....what's a boy to do?

for some reason whenever i need cheering up, SG does a pretty good job of it. especially Mary's, Blyss' and Fractal's sets. it's like having a conversation without words with a dear old friend. like that night you spend under the stars drinking beer with your old lover from high school and neither of you said a word all night, yet you spoke volumes in the way you held each other, the way you kissed each other, the way you breathed in each others ears, the way you caressed each other's necks with your fingers, the way you knew when to move and when not to move in the stillness of the night....

yes, i find comfort in their beauty. i find solace and forgiveness and, for a brief shining moment, i find salvation. they will never judge me, unless i make them. they will never make me fall in love with them, unless i let them. they will never be a part of my life, beyond that which i make happen myself.

you know, everytime I absolutely fucking need a favor from my old man, he acts like it's such a pain in the ass and drags it out. but when he needs a favor from me, it's like i don't even have a choice (which is why half the time i leave it up to someone else). that fucker really has a way of pissing me off unlike anyone else. next time i see him i'm gonna clean his fucking clock. i'm tired of this shit....i need a fucking change of scenery....louisiana has always held a great deal of appeal to me....so has florida....Mexico would be great, but my spanish sucks ass....

anyone wanna give me a ride to the grocery store for dinner? shit, even a ride to taco bell would be ok, i'm completely out of food (didn't plan on my truck breaking down before i went fucking shopping)....maybe i'll just eat saltines again tonight....no one ever died skipping a couple meals....

Were you tapping my brain....constantly desiring what I cannot have... And not willing to spend the effort when the emotion is not there...what is one to do?

The place that we went to at the lake is private--but Dave has a spot up there. We are going up there next weekend again because a good time was had by all.

hey, we all need to hang out. I went to Medina Lake tonight with Meph and we met Dave. It was cool. I am tired.

The place we went last night was really swank; right on the lake. Meph and I are thinking about going up there again today. Enjoy your catfish... I just caught beer last night.

Are you throwing up the chilli to preserve your girlish figure?

Sin 13 would have been my kind of place. I remember seeing it a couple of times and thinking dood, I gotta go there sometime. I never did tho. My girlfiriends stepdad is in a band and they play at La Tuna a lot. I heard it's a dive bar. That's my favorite kind. Have you ever been to Billy's Irish Pub in Live Oak? It's cool. It's another dive bar.

Hehe, my mom went to the UTHSC.