i began my sunday morning with the wild-hair "i'll do my dishes immediately after i wake up." I haven't done my dishes in over a month and a half (i re-use the same plate/knife/mug continuously, so it's not as bad as it sounds). in my delerium of undertaking this novel act, i immediately pick up my 'big knife' and slice open my finger and graze my thumb..... an omen, a sign, a message: "don't do your dishes for another month or so...."
my day was spent on youtube: kiss, cradle of filth, iron maiden, and surprisingly, slipknot. + on another tab reading the tear-inducing funniness of the "Im In Ur" thread in the silliness board. i think it took me over two hours just to get through the first 50 pages of that thread.... good until they started just posting random pics that didn't follow the theme, but good stuff anyway.... still have 100+ pages to browse....
i'm tired of self-induced erections.....
tonight was a good example of how painful it is to be be me, in the presence of hottness... at the Ludicra show: an attractive miss mistakes me for a staff member, asking me where the stage is; i smile and point (no words....). also, the lead singer of the band is my 'metal lady' picture of perfection.... aching just looking at her. then a young lady with hair as blue as her underwear opts to play doubles with me on Mrs. Pac-Man; she kicks my ass, but it's the best game i played all night, still no words.... finally, I spend Ludicra's set up front, shoulder-to-sweaty-shoulder with the same beauty who asked me where the stage was; it's the most physical contact (sweaty even!!!!!) i've had with a member of the opposite sex for almost 3 years.... it was blissful, rocking out in rhythm, being the firm body maintaining the side of the "pit" (if you wanna call it that) that she perpetually pressed up against..... arrrrrrrgggghhhhh.... rubbin' sweaty arms, over and over, and over, and over, and over..... then set's over and she's gone...... opportunity missed yet again.
you'd think after these years of beatin' off, my right arm would look like the Ultimate Warrior's.... it was nearly dead after playing less than 30 minutes of video games (mrs. pac-man and raiden II)... it was sore, only rejuvenated by the challenge of doubling the blue-haired beauty....
*sigh* what the hell am i doing......?.....
my day was spent on youtube: kiss, cradle of filth, iron maiden, and surprisingly, slipknot. + on another tab reading the tear-inducing funniness of the "Im In Ur" thread in the silliness board. i think it took me over two hours just to get through the first 50 pages of that thread.... good until they started just posting random pics that didn't follow the theme, but good stuff anyway.... still have 100+ pages to browse....
i'm tired of self-induced erections.....
tonight was a good example of how painful it is to be be me, in the presence of hottness... at the Ludicra show: an attractive miss mistakes me for a staff member, asking me where the stage is; i smile and point (no words....). also, the lead singer of the band is my 'metal lady' picture of perfection.... aching just looking at her. then a young lady with hair as blue as her underwear opts to play doubles with me on Mrs. Pac-Man; she kicks my ass, but it's the best game i played all night, still no words.... finally, I spend Ludicra's set up front, shoulder-to-sweaty-shoulder with the same beauty who asked me where the stage was; it's the most physical contact (sweaty even!!!!!) i've had with a member of the opposite sex for almost 3 years.... it was blissful, rocking out in rhythm, being the firm body maintaining the side of the "pit" (if you wanna call it that) that she perpetually pressed up against..... arrrrrrrgggghhhhh.... rubbin' sweaty arms, over and over, and over, and over, and over..... then set's over and she's gone...... opportunity missed yet again.
you'd think after these years of beatin' off, my right arm would look like the Ultimate Warrior's.... it was nearly dead after playing less than 30 minutes of video games (mrs. pac-man and raiden II)... it was sore, only rejuvenated by the challenge of doubling the blue-haired beauty....
*sigh* what the hell am i doing......?.....
then about 45 minutes in the ball room, shooting balls in the vicinity of little kids.....