Could Elara be any hotter? I truly mean that. I'm not one of those guys that drives down the street and hoots and hollers everytime I see a hot chick. Shit, I don't even go to strip clubs. I dunno, I'm kinda weird like that. I'm a sex maniac, but I'm petrafied of relationships. At the same time, I stopped having one night stands (live in San Antonio for a year and if you don't have a kid, you'll understand why sport fucking is no fun around here - cause you're either leaving with a kid or an STD, it's unavoidable).
Yet I digress, once again. Elara, to me, epitomizes hotness. The funny thing is, I'd probably never even hang out with her. One of the times I was in Portland I was pretty sure I saw her around Pioneer's Square (is that what they call it?) but I didn't even say hi, just cause why ruin the fantasy? I'm not worried about making an ass out of myself, trust me, I excell at that, I just have no desire to meet her or talk to her because I'd probably end up hating her. And if I hated her, I couldn't lust after her. So why fuck up the dream?
Still, of my all time Top Ten Hotties of the World, she would be one of them. Above even Marilyn Monroe, probably. Naturally, she wouldn't be on my Top Ten Most Beautiful list because she's beautiful in the way that she's hot and has attitude, but not the way that you'd want to be stuck camping with her for a week.
So I went fishing, again (of course), this morning. Caught a nice channel cat. I kept it, but when I fileted it I realized I probably should have let it go. Anyways, I have some cut bait now. Also caught a carp in my net - that fucker was indestructible. It was in a couple inches of water in my bucket for ten hours, then jumped out of the bucket and was on my kitchen floor for almost half an hour and was STILL alive. Fuckin' A. I finally killed it and cut it up for bait.
Going to bed soon so I can hit the lake super early tomorrow morning. I set up a campfire, so if I beat the fucking campers there, it's all mine. Most likely, though, someone's already jumped on that spot. Those fuckers. Damn campers! They should be rounded up and...and...what...I'm a camper....hmmm....interesting dilemma....
I shall ponder this.
Yet I digress, once again. Elara, to me, epitomizes hotness. The funny thing is, I'd probably never even hang out with her. One of the times I was in Portland I was pretty sure I saw her around Pioneer's Square (is that what they call it?) but I didn't even say hi, just cause why ruin the fantasy? I'm not worried about making an ass out of myself, trust me, I excell at that, I just have no desire to meet her or talk to her because I'd probably end up hating her. And if I hated her, I couldn't lust after her. So why fuck up the dream?
Still, of my all time Top Ten Hotties of the World, she would be one of them. Above even Marilyn Monroe, probably. Naturally, she wouldn't be on my Top Ten Most Beautiful list because she's beautiful in the way that she's hot and has attitude, but not the way that you'd want to be stuck camping with her for a week.
So I went fishing, again (of course), this morning. Caught a nice channel cat. I kept it, but when I fileted it I realized I probably should have let it go. Anyways, I have some cut bait now. Also caught a carp in my net - that fucker was indestructible. It was in a couple inches of water in my bucket for ten hours, then jumped out of the bucket and was on my kitchen floor for almost half an hour and was STILL alive. Fuckin' A. I finally killed it and cut it up for bait.
Going to bed soon so I can hit the lake super early tomorrow morning. I set up a campfire, so if I beat the fucking campers there, it's all mine. Most likely, though, someone's already jumped on that spot. Those fuckers. Damn campers! They should be rounded up and...and...what...I'm a camper....hmmm....interesting dilemma....
I shall ponder this.