therealtexasguy

OK, so I tried the baby slapping and all it got me was a face full of mace....*shrug*

Why does Kasara look so eerily similiar to a family friend of mine?? If she was blown and dressed as a cowgirl, they'd be identical.

So I'm renting a house tonight. They're paying $3041.60 to move in!! fuckin a, I barely put that much down on my truck, and now I OWN that motherfucker...course they won't have to pay rent until March 05 now.

Man, that chili is still kicking my ass. I'll be driving along and suddenly almost vomit. Like, it'll be up in my throat and everything and I'm kind of like "where the fuck did that come from!?!?".

Any ways, I hurt my back even worse today (just after it started getting better), I quit smoking and now have a horrid headache, my stomach is so upset (still) that I won't be able to eat tonight (fuckin great), I somehow managed to skin my entire elbow and now my favorite shirts all bloody.

On the good side I....well.....??? OH! There is a good side! I'm going fishing tonight (maybe) and now have a very good reason to get stoned on pain killers tomorrow (for all my talk of it I haven't touched 'em in a while).

Christ! My very fat neighbor upstairs is stumbling around. Sounds like a fucking elephant trying to stomp on a god damn mouse!

This not smoking thing is going as bad today as it did yesterday. Like I said, if I didn't flush 'em I'd end up smoking the rest of the pack, and I never got around to flushing it, so here I am smoking it.

I keep throwing mine in the trash...but i never seem to throw anything gross enough on top of them for me not to dig them out. (smoking one)

So how many of you have friends outside of SG that know you keep a journal online? I have one, but I'm sure she doesn't read it (re: the chronic liar). I'm debating whether to tell my girl. I'm about 99% sure I won't, just cause this is where I vent about stuff I don't want to vent to her about. We'll see

All of them know...i have like 4 friends...i like that i only have a few friends. Its so hard to have many many many friends. Maybe just for me. I get annoyed with people quickly...You should not tell your girl...that way i can shamelessly flirt with you...

Man, that chili is still kicking my ass. I'll be driving along and suddenly almost vomit. Like, it'll be up in my throat and everything and I'm kind of like "where the fuck did that come from!?!?".
Any ways, I hurt my back even worse today (just after it started getting better), I quit smoking and now have a horrid headache, my stomach is so upset (still) that I won't be able to eat tonight (fuckin great), I somehow managed to skin my entire elbow and now my favorite shirts all bloody.

See what quittin' gets ya?! that oughta learn ya boyyyyeee.

Shit, the more I think about it, the more I realize I can't imagine going a day WITHOUT those phone calls and sporadic visits. This bitch has got a hold on me and it pisses me off! I hate not being able to control my emotions, I'm too much of a fucking control freak.

Le sigh. Guess this is one of those times I have to play out the hand dealt to me and see if I'm going to win all the chips on the table, or lose my shirt, huh?

Exactly. You think way too much. You are just like me in that perpective- very analytical. Good and bad character traits. Lets work on that...

You seriously crack me up. I always read what you write me like two or three times and everytime- you blow me away.... witty bastard

Do some laundry!

I've never played any of the GTA games.

If I were there, I could probably help you find the mistake.

Have you gone over all of your recods and jobs to make sure you accounted for everything?

Christ, I feel like an old man. As I type, and as you read, I have an ICY HOT back patch on my back. I'll take any pill they give me, but there's just something about ointments and whatnot that bother me. Even my rarely used heat pad makes me feel odd. What's worse, is this fuckin' icy hot thing is actually helping. A lot. Damnit!

Yeah, three people went over everything (including the owner). The thing is, all it could be is that something was paid and the bank lost the record of it. Like a big check (I send out a lot of checks - just today I send out about three grand in checks). I'll have my old man look at it when he gets back into town. He's better with this shit then even the owner is cause he designed the system we use. Course, now I'm going to change it. It'll be more labor intensive my way, but every single penny will be explained. The owner is cool with not needing to know how everything is paid out, and I suppose I could be milking him for all kind of money, but I ain't like that. This is too good of a thing to do that, plus he's a good guy and I don't want to fuck him.

Thanks though.

And whereyouwanttobe, I'd love to meet up sometime for a drink or something. Ouch! That icy hot patch just got hella hot! Wow! Whoa...sorry. Like I said, I'd like that. More SA friends I could use right now.

How is Sean Young all uber hot when she was young and now...well...not hot now. I mean, when she was young she was hotter'n a barbecue during a Texas summer, but now...

Well, no fishing tonight for this cowboy. We got a hell of a thunderstorm rolling up our asses from the north. Might be better this way; open the blinds and the sliding glass door, kick back with a beer, and watch God's handiwork in action.

I will provide the gun if you provide the bullets. That way it won't be as much my fault. Joke. Take it. Man, it seems like you have a had a series of bad days. Sorry. Now I'm resenting the fact that I had a meeting when I did. You could have really needed me...

Put on a happy face. You'll feel better soon enough...

I got the bullets and the gun, but I ain't like that. I never take the easy way out of anything.

I think I'm going to get a case of beer and go fishing tonight. I won't catch anything, but at least it'll be a nice distraction. Maybe kick up a camp fire and fry up some chicken or something.

Well, she wrote me an email last night. Something about why was I pissed at her and whatnot. I wrote back some long, stupid letter about why I hate myself when I get like that and all this shit. I get a feeling it's kind of over between us. No worries; I expected as much. I've never been truly happy in my life, I don't know what the fuck I was thinking entertaining the thought that I'd suddenly be happy now. Still, it was worth it while it lasted.

I can't fucking believe I woke up before ten o' clock today. It's probably because I have to finish up my monthly report for work. I should have done it last night, but I was in too much of a daze. Not much better today, but I can't put it off any longer as it was technically due yesterday.

I once had to show a girl some force and I do NOT feel bad about it at all.

We had dated for about 3 months and I wasn't digging her that much so we went out to eat thinking I was just gonna let her down easy and we could be friends.
I was leading up to the initial break up and then I said "I don't feel much of any girlfriend-boyfriend stuff between you and I so I think it's best if we just kinda call it quits." I said it totally nice and with feeling because I am a nice guy.
SO, she stares at me for like 30 seconnds just silent and then like a rocket she fucking blows up! She stood up and started yelling (in the middle of a sushi restaurant!!!) "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, WHO ARE YOU FUCKING, YOU FUCKING LIAR!!! ETC, even though I was the nicest guy to her and never did anything wrong. I can't help it if I didn't like her in a certain way, that's the purpose of dating...
anyway, she's throwing my drink on me and hitting the table, the manager comes over and asks us to leave and meantime I'm just sitting there mortified because I have never seen this side of her and she's telling the manager to fuck off, so I try to leave and she starts ripping at my shirt and hitting me and scrathing me and all I'm trying to do is leave the place finally I get away and I'm in the parking lot and she's following me calling me any number of curses, then I think she's somewhat calmed down so I'm trying to be nice once again and say "let me just take you home." she walks around to my side of the car and tries to punch me in the face. I blocked it and said to her "if you hit me in the face again I will knock you out." Then she hit me and said somethign like:
"oh you're a real big man who has to hit a girl, you gonna hit me, c'mon hit me.. blah blah blah..."
I'm just standing there shaking my head hoping that she will just give up and let me call her a cab or calm down enough to let me drive her home BUT RATHER, She hit me again in the jaw really hard SO, I put my leg behind her, tripped her and landed on her with all of body weight, put my hand on her neck and was nearly, NEARLY I SAY choking her. I was PISSED THE FUCK OFF and bleeding from all of her scratches and shit. I stayed right there with my hand on her throat and my weight holding her down and took out my phone and said something like:
"do you want to call the police on me because I'm such a bad man who has to beat up a woman?, let me dial it for you because all I will do is direct the cops inside the restaurant and let the employees and customers tell the cops who needed to be restrained..."
She started to cry and tell me she was sorry so I drove her home with her sobbing the whole time and apologizing and shit...
I never talked to her again and she never messed with me again...
Thank god I got out of that relationship when I did!
The worst fucking part is that I was too embarrased to go into my fave fucking sushi place for over two years...

If you ever meet a girl whose initials are MET you may want to ask her if she's ever beaten up a guy in a sushi restaurant before you take her out.., granted this was 4 years ago and she may have changed...

Wow. Yeah, don't kick anyone's ass. Low move. Not saying that you would be like that- just isn't ever the answer.

I do think however if a girl has the balls to hit a guy- the guy should damn well knock her on her ass. But I happen to be La Femme Nakita- so it wouldn't ever happen.

Dude, I am so proud of you- sounds like you are on the road to a happy something.

Be very afraid of GoodBoy.

I am one of those freakos...thank you.

If the foot doesn't get any better...stop by and I will amputate it for you