Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Day 180






30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #30: I have a taste for the theatrical.

For the entire month of June, I have posted one fact about me every day. For the entire month of June, I've let you, dear readers, into a small room in my mind, how I think, how I act (and in certain cases, react) and how I feel.

Tonight, I want to give you a serious part of me.

I put that picture of The Joker up there, not because I am crazy, not because I cause chaos whenever possible, but because I, like him, am a freak.

A freak of nature. A freak of chance. A freak of circumstance.


A freak of life.


A controlled fury is what my mom calls it. My best friend calls it a calm surface, belying the strong undertow current underneath. I call it the force which drives me to be better. Most people, however, call it desire. I desire acceptance.

All my life, I have had a want, need, THIRST, for acceptance. I needed it from my family. I needed it from my friends, my coworkers, my schoolmates. I even needed it from you, dear reader. I open my comments. I beg, plead, for your attention. Tell me you've been here. Say a comment, like or dislike.

I wanted to be remembered. I didn't want to be forgotten.

I wanted to live forever, at least my name.


Alas, I am not naive. I am no longer jaded. I also no longer need your acceptance.

Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have. But at the end of the night, I will not lose sleep over how many people see my work. I will not become these other blogs and regurgitate what someone else has written, no. I will have my own voice, my own thoughts. I will write about what I love, what I hate, my experiences, my downfalls, my love, and everything else under the sun, and if you read it, fine.

If not, I have the best journal ever for myself.

I represent the strong black men out there who struggle. I represent the single fathers who do what they can for their children, even if the effects and rewards of their actions aren't seen for years. I represent the brother who is there for his family, the son who loves his mother dearly, the grandson who will drop everything to take care of his grandparents, the cousin who always gives advice, even if the advice is saying nothing at all. I represent the geeks and the nerds who don't have a voice. I represent the true children of the 1980's, and look at what the sons and daughters of the baby boomers have given us and want to change it. I represent the person who will stand up and say "I will NOT be a sheep. I have no strings, I am NOT your marionette!"

I am that voice.

I am the scorned lover. I am the insulted kid sitting alone at lunchtime. I am the nervous guy who wants to ask you out. I am the diary for each and every true friend that I have. I am the advice column. I am the friend, the brother, the best friend, the lover. I thought that I needed you, dear reader, but nay, I needed ME.

And I have me.

And I will become my own voice that rises above all the other monotonous sounds.

And I will be better.

Stronger.

Different.


A change is coming, ladies and gentlemen, whether you like it or not, hell, whether I like it or not.

I have a taste for the theatrical. I star in the biggest tragic comedy ever and it's called my life. I don't like to talk about me, so this has been the hardest month to write. Yet, not only was it therapeutic, I feel as if I've done it with grace, with flash, with flair. This blog, for the month of June, has been marked by an extravagant display and full of exhibitionism on my part. And I will continue to make it that way.

So there you have it, folks. 30 posts in 30 days. I will revisit this again in a different month... I think that month has 31 days in it.


Thank you for everything.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Day 179

Just playing you guys, I don't know what I'd do without you.

Wait, yes I do. Have a long ass day. Anyway....





30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #29: I'm not as popular as I think I am.


Last night, before I passed out from lack of sleep, I thought about doing a little experiment. I wondered if I were to disappear from any online activity for 24 hours, would anyone care.

The answer, I found, was a resounding NO.

I got one email from my writing partner, DS, 2 quick IM's from Chesty McSparkles (her name, not mine), and... that's it.

Not one Twit asking where I was. Not one text from anybody except for The Addiction and HAWT, and that's because we extend outside of internet parameters. Nobody cared that I didn't say one word today.

At first, it kinda bothered me. I'm from the old school of journalism, if they aren't talking about you (good or bad), you're worse off than you think. I rather be talked BADLY about then to be not talked about at all. Then, I thought about people's real situations in life. How, to some people, technically, I'm not real.

And I understand that. I'm just some words on a web page in cyberspace. If something happens to me, hey, I'm replaceable. The next fat man with intelligent wit that comes along gets my spot. NQA, NSA. (No questions asked, no strings attached) I just wish that it wasn't like that.

Alas, it is. And I'm cool with that.


I'm just not popular enough to care.

Fun Fact #29: I'm not as popular as I think I am.

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Now playing: Jay-Z - December 4th
via FoxyTunes

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Day 178



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #28: I am a hopeless romantic. Completely hopeless.

I don't want to say that I believe in the fairytale ending. I'm a writer, so I believe that even in "happy endings", the story is full of opening scenes, sub-plots, faux climaxes, anti climaxes, more sub-plots, major drama, and finally, the real climax, where everything comes together, and ultimately, you're happy with the end result. Or so you think.

But who am I kidding? I still hold out hope that in all of this that I've been through and will go through, I'll have the fairytale ending. I get to go home with the prom queen type ending. But I'm not writing this story. I'm only playing the lead role in it.

I make love look like an art form. I love so deep and so intense that I'm sure anyone following me would be hard pressed to top me, much less equal me. That's not arrogance, that real talk. A certain female told me that nobody has EVER loved her the way that I loved her, and she's pretty sure no one ever will.

That was a powerful statement at the time.

I love love, I love people in love, and I love being in love. So much so that I'm hopelessly waiting to be in love again.

Short, sweet, and to the point.

Fun Fact #28: I am a hopeless romantic. Completely hopeless.

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Now playing: Freezepop - Ninja Of Love
via FoxyTunes

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Day 177




30 Posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #27: I was a complete dork my first 2 years of high school.

I'm putting this embarrassing picture of me up so you can see that I'm not lying. I used to get called Big Zero. (I thought it was funny as hell, personally) I was a social caterpillar, not ready for the dangers of the social world. I was always with my best friend James, we had our own 2 person clique going on. I mean,we hung out with other people, but it was always during school.

I didn't get asked for my phone number, nor did I ever ask for one. I sat in the front of the class, being a nerd and a geek. I never got invited anywhere, I never went to the football games, I just went to school and went home. Have you ever seen Just Friends with Ryan Reynolds and Amy Smart? Yeah, that was me. I cringe every time I watch that movie, because all I can think about is that it's me that I'm watching, and I'm reminded of being shunned, being an outcast, being ridiculed, and being in love with a woman who loves me as a brother. Or so I thought.

The summer of 1997 changed all of that.

I decided that I would no longer be different in school than I was out of school. I honestly didn't want anybody to know how weird I was, but I was tired of the looks and sneers and snickers. So, I fought back.


Heh. I was thinking weird, people were thinking funny and outlandish. My Junior year was my breakout year. I started cracking jokes more often, and I finally accepted my status as a outcast, except with more charisma. But that's another story.

I was a dork. I was the dude that people either ignored outright or joked constantly. Am I bitter for it? No, not really, it made me the man that I am today, and for that I am grateful. I remember my Freshman year, there was this girl, who I thought was cute, but I didn't know how to approach her. (And her being a Senior didn't help either) So, for 12 days, I put a single rose on her desk, every morning. She didn't know who was doing it, and she would tell all of her girlfriends that morning and they would swoon and wonder who was doing it. Well, on the last day, I left a note saying it was me and that I just wanted to get to know her better. Of course, she balled the paper up and threw it and the rose in the trash.

She stared across the room at me the entire class with a look of malice. I'll never forget that look, because it reminds me that not everybody is open minded.

Coming up, I knew that I was different. I was sly, sarcastic, and witty, but nobody knew it except family. That made me cocoon myself into dork mode even more, because I didn't want to be a total social failure.

Of course, it was my fault for not believing in myself, because I was far from a social failure.

Looking back, I realize that I should've been me all the time, and I basically fronted my first 2 years of high school. At the same time, however, it WAS high school. If I could go back in time, I would tell my past self that the minute you throw that cap into the air at graduation, the past 4 years doesn't matter, not any more. High school becomes a memory, adult life is now upon you. Be yourself. if people like you (and they will eventually, you have that charm about you) that's fine. If they don't, then so be it, their loss.

Oh well. I'm of the mind now that I could care less that you "like" me or not. And that's how it's supposed to be.

But back then...

Fun Fact #27: I was a complete dork my first 2 years of high school.



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Now playing: Michael Jackson - Leave Me Alone
via FoxyTunes

Friday, June 26, 2009

Day 176




30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #26: I love a woman who's a good kisser.

*The following post has names that have been changed to protect the innocent... actually, they weren't innocent (they were VERY naughty), but the names will be changed anyway.*

March 3rd, 2009 @ 11:44 PM
Her: You kiss really well. REALLY well. Just saying.
Me: Oh really?
Her: LOL I have never kissed someone as passionate as you.
Me: Oh really?!?
Her: STOP! LOL I'm being serious.
Me: Ok, ok! Continue.
Her: You kiss... you kiss as if that kiss will be the last time you'll ever kiss me.
Me: You never know...

August 6th, 2007 @ 1:32 AM
Her: I was sitting here thinking and... WOW.
Me: What?
Her: Have you... have you taken kissing classes?
Me: LOL Are there even such a thing? And if so, no, why do you ask?
Her: Your kisses are intense. I'm drunk off of them. I still feel your lips on mine.
Me: I'm no expert kisser, I just kinda... close my eyes and go in. LOL
Her: You are... you are the most INTENSE kisser I've ever had the pleasure to kiss.
Me: Stop with all of that. I'm just me.
Her: I'm about to be a lush.
Me: Huh?
Her: You got me counting down the minutes until we kiss again, until I get drunk again. If you kiss like that, then I'll be drunk for a LONG time...

August 27th, 1999 approximately 8:30 PM
Me: So, did you enjoy our first date?
Her: I did! I was wondering if we could do it again.
Me: Sure we can.
Her: Listen, I don't want to be too forward, but I really like our time together.
Me: Me too.
Her: So, I'm thinking of locking you down.
Me: Locking me down. Really?
(She comes in close for our first kiss. We kiss for about 10 minutes)
Her: Damn. Mmm. Aren't you gonna invite me into your dorm room?
Me: Say what? I- I'm-
Her: If you can kiss like that, I want to see what else you can do...


3 different women. 3 different stages in my life.

In 1999, I met Eve. That was the conversation that we had after our first date to 4 Seasons down in High Point, NC. I wasn't ready to kiss her, honestly, I thought I would be a gentleman and wait until the second date. But she had some lips on her, and I wanted to find out how well she could kiss with them, so I was kinda glad she did kiss me. Good thing I popped some gum beforehand. I was young, and admittedly, I already knew how to kiss and kiss well. I learned to kiss from my babysitter. No lie. I was 12 and in NC. My aunt on my father's side didn't believe that I could be alone by myself, so she got the 16 year girl from next door to watch me while she was at work that summer. She taught me how to kiss, french kiss, the whole nine.

If I'm lying, I'm flying.

In 2007, me and Gina had gotten really close. I met her in 2001, and we had been friends for a while, but that year, we got extremely close. I felt a certain way about her, and for that moment, she felt the same way. So, I initiated that kiss. And we kissed. And kissed. And kissed. She was a good kisser, and I liked kissing her. So, for about 2 weeks, that's how we passed our time together. Kissing. That was nice. The conversation came from a series of texts we sent back and forth to each other.

The end of January, I met Captain Obvious. We clicked instantly. It was a spark between us, and it grew into a fire really quickly. We went out on a group date, and then she needed my help with something, so I went to her house. While there, we shared our first kiss... and second. And third. And so on. Our fire was white hot, and the fact that she knew how to kiss didn't douse the flames one bit. However, it wasn't to last, because we ran out of oxygen to fuel our fire. But it wasn't all bad, all the heat and pressure produced a diamond that I didn't know was there. That convo was also from texts. (One thing I DO like about T-Mobile, they save all your texts for up to 3 years.)


I love kissing. It's pleasurable, sexy, and most importantly, somewhat safe. I mean, yes, there are kissing diseases out there, but for the most part, it's better than having sex that first night. Also, you can forget someone you kissed faster than you can forget someone you gave it up to, so there's that plus as well.

Somewhere deep in my heart, I hope that the next woman that I share a first kiss with will be the last one I kiss for the rest of my life. There's just nothing like that first kiss, though. That first kiss sets the tone for the rest of the night/week/relationship.

From what I've learned though, the first kiss doesn't matter. Neither does the second or third. The last kiss is what's most important.

Fun Fact #26: I love a woman who's a good kisser.

P.S. If you pay attention well enough, and you think a little bit, you MIGHT know who I'm talking about. I doubt it, unless you are them, which in that case, hello, ladies!

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Now playing: Total - Kissin' You
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Day 175

No picture.


No mention of his name. I don't want anyone saying I'm trying to gain in his loss.

But everyone knows who I'm speaking of. And my 25th fact is that I loved his music.

ALL OF IT.


I'm not gonna name certain songs.

I'm not gonna say how I used to dance and sing all of his stuff, watched his videos, waited up that night when that 14 minute video debuted on FOX.

I'm not gonna say how, at my brother's wedding, my oldest brother and cousins and I all did THE dance. All of it.

I'm not gonna be sad.

I'm not gonna mourn his death.


I'm gonna celebrate his life.

My childhood was spent trying to emulate you. I did all the moves, knew all the dances. I saw all the videos. I listened to all the songs.

I, in my own way, loved you. I miss you already.


Fact #25: I loved his music.

ALL OF IT.

P.S. No comments tonight. If you have something to say, get in touch with me and say it to me. Don't disrespect my thoughts and feelings on him, ok? If you feel a certain way, fine, go for it. But just know that my stand point is that I loved his music.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Day 174




30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.



Fun Fact #24: I <3 Gamer Chicks.


I do.

If you follow me on Twitter (and if you don't, for shame), you know that one of the people that I converse with is my big sister, my AZN HAX Ninja, Dioracat. She's a SRS (read: serious. Come on get with the lingo, people!) gamer, possibly more so than me.


Possibly.


Anyway, she's full of win, but she's not the only gamer girl in my life. My sister Jamie is also a big gamer, and while she's not as game savvy as she'd like to be, she can still whip anyone's ass in Kirby's Avalanche. Bet on that. My friend Torri and her sister Jenna are also gamer girls, with Torri being the adventure girl and Jenna being the FPS excellence gamer. One of my oldest friends, Kriss, plays RPG's like nobody's business. I won't go down the list of all the gamer girls I know (maybe because at the moment, I want to keep them to myself), but I will say this:

Gamer girls are full of win.

There is nothing sexier than a girl who knows her stuff about video games. A woman who can tell you everything about Resident Evil. A woman who knows all 96 exits in Super Mario World. A woman who could kick your ass in Tekken. A woman who has at least gotten to Mike Tyson, if not beat him. The only thing that's possibly sexier (to me) is a woman who knows her hip-hop. But that's another story.


Last night, I had a 3 hour conversation with Chesty McSparkles (her name, not mine). What started the conversation was she had a picture of a drink and she said that it healed for +500 HP and +75MP.

My nerd meter went through the roof.


Contrary to popular belief, there are gamer girls out there. They have their times where they play, and they have their genres that they are very serious about. They don't all play Cooking Mama or Bejeweled. They are not all goth chicks, emo girls or mousy women. I mean, the women that I've been speaking about are high end business women, web designers, HR operators, real estate agents, makeup artists. These women have families to take care of. They command respect and get respect. Their house is not some dank dungeon filled with cigarette smoke and closed curtains. They are not pale from lack of sunlight. They know how to interact with the opposite sex. Some are married, or on the way. Other have long lasting relationships with people. Their social skills do exist, and they are being used every day.


Oh, did I mention that all of these women are HAWT? They are not some pimpled face adult child with braces. They have the smarts and the looks. They have the careers and the respect. And they can play a good video game.

The Addiction confessed to me a while back that she LOVES Tetris. I could do nothing but jump for joy. Is it possible that I may have finally met my match in Tetris? (No.) She said that she likes video games, too. Not just girly ones, either. *swoons*


I would love nothing more than to find a woman who plays video games. It's not a deal breaker if they don't, but it helps a lot if they do. I play video games. They are a hobby for me, yes, this is true. Would I like to have someone who shares my hobby? Sure, why not? Is it a requirement? Heavens no. I like diversity in my relationships, and besides, I don't need a woman hogging up my play time when I do get it.


So, which one of you females is up for a good game of Street Fighter?


Fun Fact #24: I <3 Gamer Chicks.

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Now playing: Amerie - Take Control
via FoxyTunes

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Day 173





Fun Fact #23: I love to have interesting conversations.


I think that's the reason why I love Twitter. Once you weed through the daily speak about celebrities that you could care less about, you can find some interesting things to talk about. For example, right now I am carrying on a lot of different conversations; video games, areolas, who on Twitter that can get it, favorite producers of hip-hop music, how much I didn't hop on the Drake train, talking to my sister about cooking, etc.

Sure, to some, those conversations seem trivial. The problem comes in that the really good convos happen during the day, and I'm a night owl. I also work early in the morning, so I have to try to get involved in a conversation that'll hold my interest and pass my time.

It's seems funny, 5 years ago, I couldn't peel my eyes away from the TV and was only on the internet when I needed something. Now, I don't own a TV and my job/s has me on the internet 24/7. So I need to do something to pass the time while brainstorming (WHAT?!? I'm a Gem, I multitask) and while writing.

That's one thing that stands out when I go out on dates; the convo. If we can talk about how PETA has lost it's damn mind over an insect (which ISN'T an animal, go back to biology to learn some more), how the Iranian president is no different than the one we had in 2004, or how the closing of GM affects EVERYBODY and not just the workers, then that really sticks with me long after we part ways.

I just like to talk, I like to pick people's brains, I like to see what a certain group of people think about a particular subject. It's inbred in me, I have to communicate. I'm a communicator.

So, communicate with me. Ask me something, tell me something, it doesn't matter. Get involved. Be a team player. I don't bite, I promise. Unless you're a female and you ask me to. And even then, I only nibble.

Fun Fact #23: I love to have interesting conversations.

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Now playing: Slick Rick feat. Outkast - Street Talkin
via FoxyTunes

Monday, June 22, 2009

Day 172



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.

Fun Fact #22: I write short stories too.

This is a throwback from 2007. It's called Dreams and Reality.

I awake to soft knocking at my front door.

Sighing, I sit up and stretch out a yawn. If they can come knock at my door at 2:30 in the morning, then I have every right to take my time and they can wait. Besides, who the hell would be stopping past my place at 2:30 AM? It could only be one person.

As I stand, I look around for a shirt to put on. Finding a tattered Donkey Kong t-shirt, I walk slowly to the door while pulling it over my head.

"Who is it?"

"You know who it is already. It's cold out here, open the door."

I shake my head. Of course I knew who it was, she's the only person who could stop by so late without getting laid out. Seems like I should revoke her privilege as well. I open the door, and, almost as if on cue in a movie, I also opened my mouth, but nothing came out except air.

Standing 5'5", she was as smart as she was stunning. Irish creme colored skin. Full lips. Slight gap in her two front teeth. Her eyes, which were two deep, green pools, stared at me, and as I swallowed, my eyes followed a trail from head to toe. Wearing a knee length black dress with open toed sling strapped heels, she looked phenomenal. Endowed, but not overly so, enough to wear the dress without support. A bit of a tummy, but nothing outrageous. Dancer's legs. Strong calf muscles. As she breezed past me, the smell of Chardonnay, Big Red chewing gum, and Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue perfume wafted into my nose. I missed that smell. I shook my head to shake the remaining sleep cobwebs out of my head and to shove those memories back on the shelf of my brain.

"Well, come on in," I say sarcastically while closing the door.

"Listen, I had a date with a real jerk tonight, and I needed to vent. I knew you wouldn't mind," she huffed.

I sigh. "What happened?"

"What is it with men and this whole 'I want to have sex with you on the first date' thing? He didn't even bother to get to know me or anything, it was just like he was going through the motions of a date. Sure, ok, you bought me dinner, but does that mean you automatically get some ass from me? Hell, you don't even know what I do for a living, all you could comment on was how sexy I looked in this stupid dress, which, by the way, I shouldn't have worn in the first place, because the temperature dropped fast-"

I hold my hand up to stop her. "You're rambling. Get to the point, so I can get some sleep."

She smirked. "Well, aren't you cranky?"

"You would be too, if you were jarred awake by someone at 2:30 in the morning. Especially if that someone was an ex talking about a date with another man."

"True. But it's you. And you aren't a normal ex, you're still my friend. Consider yourself lucky."

"If missing out on sleep is considered lucky, then I don't need luck," I replied.

She moved over to my couch, and took her heels off. Placing the gum she had back in its wrapper, she throws it in the waste bucket. She stretched, yawned, and scratched her hair, which fell slightly over her right eye. She looked weary, as if tonight's events simply took the vibrant life out of her. Bags were starting to form under her eyes, and she spoke as if she had a buzz going.

She asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I see you getting a bit too comfortable, and I want to go back to bed."

"Do you remember our first date?"

I shook my head. "I'm not going through this with you, not tonight. Listen, if you need a place to crash, fine, take the bed, but I'm not listening to another word about us. Oh, I forgot, there is no more us, sorry."

She ignored my comment and continued reminiscing. "You took me to Carraba's. You were looking sharp. We talked about everything, and not once did you say anything out of the way to me. You can carry a conversation, and, you were interesting to boot. Even after we parted ways relationship wise, I always thought that our date was the best first date I ever had." She smiled halfway. "What happened to us?"

"You know what happened. You left because you... wait. I'm not getting into this." I started to walk towards the bedroom. "You know where the pillows and blanket are, use them."

"I left because I was stupid," she answered.

I stopped walking. My back was to her.

"I left because I thought I could one-up you, find someone who was just like you, but not so... so..." She trailed off. I turned to her, and stared.

"So, what?" I asked.

"You have a penchant for being sarcastic. You're so good at it, at times, I couldn't tell if you were for real, or just joking. If you were showing your true feelings, or just being nice to me. I needed to know and instead of saying that, I just left. After we separated, I knew how to tell the difference, I knew that you cared for me. I only wish I could've known that sooner, instead of walking out on you."

My nostrils flared, my jaw tightened. I proclaimed, "Yes, YOU walked out on ME. And now, I'm about to do the same. Good night."

As I turned to walk away, she came from behind me. She gently placed her hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said, "Please forgive me."

I sneered. "Forgive you? What we had... I would've given anything to keep you around. You acted as if I offended you, or hit you, or cheated on you. And now, after all this time, after I finally swallowed what feelings I did have for you, just to salvage a friendship YOU wanted, here you go, 6 months later, in my home, asking me what went wrong, as if our relationship just fell apart of it's own will. Sure, I'll forgive you, in due time. But tonight, sweetheart, isn't that time. And tomorrow isn't looking too good either. Good night."

Before I could go into the bedroom, she grabs my hand. I turn to say something else, but before I could, she kisses me. I grab her arms gently and pull her away. I lick my lips, and the taste of the wine mixed with the gum she had earlier danced on my tongue. I look at her, and I see the pool of tears start to form in her eyes. My heart races, I can't stand to see her cry. I wipe the two tears that start to fall away. She shudders at my touch. I move her hair from her right eye to catch a good look at her whole face. I missed her, more than she knew, simply because I didn't have the guts to tell her. She looks down at the floor. I pick her chin up, and before she could turn away, I kiss her. It was a soft kiss, one meant to let her know that I still care. She pulls her head back, almost unsure what the kiss meant. She then comes in for another kiss. I tried to not kiss her again, tried not to pick at this old wound that I have on my heart, but it was too late. We start kissing slowly. Her mouth opened partly, and her tongue was on mine in an instant.

I backed her slowly to the wall, kissing along the way. She moaned softly, rubbing her hands across my back and head. The kissing was getting more intense, and I placed my hands on the small of her back. She started kissing me harder. I took my left hand and pulled her right leg up on my hip. She responds by moving her left leg on my hip as well, making me support her medium frame by putting my hands on her backside. We continue to kiss, and as I do so, I start moving my hands up her dress. She stops kissing me, breathing heavily. She looks into my eyes.

"Tell me," she pleaded.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me you still want me. Better yet, show me."

I shifted my weight, put her down on her feet. I take her hand into mine and lead her into the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed, she stands in between my legs. I kiss her belly, she rubs my head. I slowly move my hands up her thighs, up the dress. I touch that spot, and I could feel the warmth and growing moisture through her underwear. She pulls my shirt over my head and throws it somewhere.

I didn't care if she threw the shirt out the window.

I place my hands back up under the dress. I feel her butt through the lace, and as I pull the dress up, I see she has on boyshorts. I start to pull them down and she parts her legs ever so slowly, so I can let them fall to the floor. I touch her honeycomb again, and I can feel the heat flaring from her.

She lets out a soft moan while pushing me down on the bed. She reaches for my boxers and pull them off. She looks at my manhood and smiles.

"I assume the condoms are in the same place," she whispered lustfully. I nod my head. She moves to the nightstand, pulls out the prophylactic, opens the package, and comes back to me. With the expertise of a sex education teacher, she places it on me, double checks to make sure it is on correctly and tightly, and begins to straddle me.

The moan that escapes her lips as I enter her turns me on even more. She slowly moves her hips, almost in a hypnotic manner, as if she's doing a slow lambada. She looks down at me, and her face lightens up with warm glow. She saw me looking over her, looking at her eyes, and then at her lips. She pulls me up, and we kiss once more. I put my hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the speed I want. She puts my head in her chest, and I can feel her nipples brush against my cheeks. I pull on the string behind her neck, letting her dress fall to her waist. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I remembered. I lick on her left nipple, sucking softly, hearing her moans getting louder.

I feel the vibration of her left leg starting to become more erratic, her walls closing in tightly around me. She hums, she sighs, she moans. I pick her up, and stand up. I let her stand up as well. I motion to her to face the bed. She smiles devilishly. She knows what I like, and I know what she likes. She bends over, placing her head on the mattress. I lift the dress again, this time, I'm behind her. I go in, deeper than before, and she cursed, then cooed, then starts to taunt me.

"Is that....mmm.... the best....wow.....uh.....mmmm....the best.....ooh....damn.....hmmm....ahhh..." She didn't finish her sentence. She said my name, over and over, as if she was chanting some secret phrase. Her fist balled the sheets and she slammed her other hand on the bed. I smiled at first, then I realized that I was coming closer to Nirvana than I thought. I slowed down. She was already there, and was starting to make a return trip. She looked over her shoulder, and said four words.

"Give it to me."

She backed her ass up against me, gyrating and twisting and moving, pushing me, punishing me, making me return the favor. I slapped her butt, made it sting, heard her suck air through her teeth. I pull on the dress, twisting it into a makeshift rein, and started pulling her towards me. She cries out, part pain, mostly pleasure, scratches my arms, digs her nails into my skin. We're moving quickly now, as if we couldn't await the sweet moment where nothing is thought of, where your mind clears for one whole moment. She screams my name. I grunt and feel the swelling growing. The moment arrives.

I awake to soft knocking at my front door.

Sighing, I sit up and stretch out a yawn. I wondered if what just happened actually happened, or was I dreaming? I look around, no evidence that she was even here. As I stand, I look around for a shirt to put on. Finding a tattered Donkey Kong t-shirt, I walk slowly to the door while pulling it over my head.

"Who is it?"

"You know who it is already. It's cold out here, open the door."

I smile.

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And there you have it.

Fun Fact #22: I write short stories too.

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Day 171



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #21: I write poetry.

This one is called Kiss And Tell.


Sweet like a Hershey kiss
Bring them lips, shorty, let me get a little bliss
Don't get startled, baby, I just want a little taste
Hopefully, for your sake, I won't blow posthaste
Look at me, you got me thinking about you in seconds
Speaking of, it's been 30 since we last connected
Actually, I'm thinking about you in no clothes
I'm clean, here's my papers, I don't mess with nasty hoes
But that there presents a problem don't it?
Your smile and them lips make a brother want it
They say you can't turn a ho into a housewife
But you can't spell housewife without a little ho, is that right?
So, just for tonight, won't you be the former?
I'm not a pimp, you won't be standing on no dark corner
Just let me wrap up this little rhyme
And come close so we can kiss just one more time


Yep. That's it for tonight.

Fun Fact #21: I write poetry. (Or I say sentences that just happen to have ending words or phrases that rhyme...)

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Saturday, June 20, 2009

Day 170



30 post in thiry dsay


30 random factds about em,


Fin fact #20: I', drunk/


I done really drunl a; lot. not all the tiem. BUt ewhn ZI wdo drnk and im,s\tresed, I rtend to drink m,ore than necessary.

So, I drujnk a vouple shot of patron. Like mqaybe a bottle. o=r 2.

My type is jacked. I think thart I cant type wile drunk. This is not a joke post I really am wasted.

o had some shit on my chest I had to get odff. I love my women, all of them, but I have noen.

I'm a simople dude. I dont do much. Havent been in a real relationshiop in like 5 years. I miss being close with someone. Wow, the red linse ddint sdhow ujp in that senctence.

I love Twin, that ios my heart. She she means ecverything to me, and i want her to get herself strainght so we can try to be togehtr.

damn, mu psot inconherent as shit. shit.

I;m passing out now. bye m,mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmvh yk

Um,f un fact numer 20.: I drink. but not enoguht ot get drunk.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Day 169



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #19: If provoked, I turn into my evil twin.


I'm a pretty nice guy. I am.

I have been known on more than one occasion to give my last. I will drop what I am doing and help you out if I think you need it. People have said that I am the nicest, kindest, most helpful guy they've ever met. And I am.


But I don't like idiots. I dislike pretentious idiots even more. I have no problem with people that are shallow, however, people that are shallow and are idiots and their ego's are the size of a 747 jet really grinds my gears.


So much so that I turn into my evil twin.

Today, while running errands (these are the things that I do on my day off, more work) I had to stop and pay a bill. While standing in the unnecessary long line, I noticed a young woman standing in front of me. From the back, she looked very well put together; yellow sundress with spaghetti straps, hair pulled back and off her shoulders, wedge sandals, caramel colored skin, about 5'5". She turned and made a comment about the line. She had a cute face, I'll give her that, but she tried to hide it with too much makeup. Not wanting to be rude, I responded. From there, she took total control of the conversation.

Mind you, at this point, I wasn't really in the mood to have a convo with a stranger. It's hot, I was getting kinda hungry, and this line was taking way too long. She pressed on, talking about various topics within the span of 2 minutes. Finally, I guess my brain had put auto-pilot on (which it tends to do when I'm not paying attention bored), because I cracked a joke about us getting out of there and getting something to eat.

She laughed. And I don't mean a girlish chuckle, either. I mean she laughed like I told the funniest joke in the world. She looked me up and down and said "As if someone like me would ever date someone who looks like you. You're way too big for me to ever date. Ugh, and you wear glasses? Have you ever thought about getting LASIK? It might improve your total look, not just your eyesight. And, from your style of dress, you need to make more money to get a woman, looks like what you're making right now isn't enough. You'll never get a woman like that."


*insert abrupt record stop sound*


My brain woke up. My sarcasm kicked into high gear immediately. At first, I wasn't sure if she was joking or not... but I kept looking in her face and no signs of a joke were coming out of it.

I hate being condescending, I do. But at this moment in my life, if anyone deserved it, she did.

My response? "Oh? You know, THANK YOU. Thank you. I've been waiting my WHOLE life for someone like yourself to come validate the reason why I'm not datable. I've been lost for years now, and finally, here YOU come with the answer. What would I do without you, huh? I... I'm at a lost for words. To think, you're actually ostentatious enough to believe that since I made a joke, that I want to date you. Well, wait. I think... (I'm looking closer in her face) Yep, there it goes. Your face, which is covered in enough makeup to suck the fun out of everything, has just shot my heterosexuality out of a cannon into the sun. Yes, right now, looking at you, I have just decided that being gay is a totally better alternative than to date you. Thank you."

Now mind you, when I said those things, I wasn't quiet about it. I wasn't yelling, but the person ahead of her, and the person behind me heard what I said. It didn't help that the person behind tried unsuccessfully to stifle her laugh. She looked at the person behind me, she looked at me, she looked down at the floor. Finally, she said excuse me and got out of line.

Now, at this point, my sarcasm meter went way down, my brain relaxed, and I settled back into line, all before I realized what I had said to her. I turned to the lady behind me and said "Do you think that was too harsh?" She smiled and said "No, dear, I think you did right."

Even though she said that, at first, I felt bad. It's rare that I go off like that, and even rarer that I would do it in such a public setting. I know how bad words hurt people, and if I could find her, I would apologize for the way that I said the things that I said.



Yeah, right.


I'm sorry, she deserved every bit of it. I don't like people who THINK because they are somewhat attractive that the world somehow revolves around them, and that the whole world wants them in some world wide orgy. I'm not a mean dude, not at all, but if you say or do something to me or someone I know that even Darwin himself would facepalm and say "THAT'S the winner of this century's Darwin Award!" then yes, I feel it is my duty and privilege to check you.

Well, not me.

But my evil twin.

Fun Fact #19: If provoked, I turn into my evil twin.

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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Day 168



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #18: I love the rain.

It's soothing to me. Most people don't like it; they get wet, they don't know how to drive in it (and flood their cars), and they look at the overcast clouds as a bad day.

Not me.

When I say soothing, I mean just that. Some days, I can lay in the bed (when I don't have anything to do, which for me, is extremely rare) and just listen to the rain and sleep on and off all day.

Other days, I go play in the rain. Dance in it. Walk in it. Feel the coolness of it. Now, some people might think I'm crazy, and you're probably one of them, dear reader. But I'm not, I just like the rain.



I think I like it so much for the cleansing effect. Yes, I know, I can take a shower and get the same "feeling". But not really. It's like a wave of euphoria comes over me in the rain. I can just look up in the sky and close my eyes and feel the water wash away bad feelings, broken dreams, disturbed thoughts, and stressful situations.

Living in VA, most of the time, when we have rain, we have thunder and lightning as well. So, that just adds to it. (Side note, I do not play in the rain when the thunder and lightning lets me know it's closer than 10 miles to me.)

It's raining right now, and I'm fighting the urge to go out and play in it, because I've got to finish this post. Did you know that some people get a good sleep when it rains because of the constant sound? I'm one of those people. I've kissed in the rain before, but to be honest, it was with one person, and it was about 10 years ago. But I liked it then, so I doubt it'll be any different now. I want one of those 50 First Date kisses in the rain, you know? Or even better, that Spiderman kiss in the rain, although, I don't think I'll be hanging upside down for that one.


My mom teases me, because she knows I'll say the same thing all the time, been saying it since my early teens. "Why do you not run when it rains out? You just get all wet." "Well, mom, I'm not sugar, I'm not gonna melt. But my ex says I ain't shit, so I guess I won't float, either." She gets a kick out of that every time.

Ok, you know what? I'm done. The rain is calling me. Time to put on my dancing shoes and go have some fun.



Fun Fact #18: I love the rain.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Day 167




30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #17: I watch The Simpsons, and know everything about them.

Everything.

No, seriously.

Their address has mostly been 742 Evergreen Terrace. Mostly. Kamp Krusty, they lived on 430 Spalding Way.

Speaking of Kamp Krusty, that episode was supposed to be the first movie, but the writers felt they didn't have enough material to make a full movie out of it.

I can spell Apu Nahasapeemapetilon and pronounce it correctly.

Bart's middle name isn't Jay, like his father and grandfather, but JoJo. Really.

Lisa is a recovering addict. She was addicted to Korey for a long time. Possibly still is.

Maggie's real name is Margaret. Like her mother, Majorie, she has no middle name. Why? I don't know, I like to think that since people call them Maggie and Marge (respectfully) that Matt decided that just two names would do. OH, and Marge's maiden name is Bouvier.

Marge has two sisters, Patty and Selma, who both dislikes Homer. However, Selma actually has a soft heart for Homer. Sometimes. Patty outright dislikes him, however, she loves the relationship Homer has with her sister Marge.

Marge wanted to be an astronaut. Her sisters ruined that for her.

Marge and Homer have been married 4 times now. Homer actually married another woman, Amber, in Vegas, while "married" to Marge (which wasn't exactly legal nor moral, as Reverend Lovejoy's ministerial certification was invalid).

Moe stole the Flaming Moe from Homer, and the original name was The Flaming Homer.

Sideshow Bob has tried to kill Bart 10 times now. Well, 9, that one time at the Springfield Dam, it was actually his brother Cecil that tried to kill Bart and pin it on Bob.


I was trying to think of more things that I learned from the show. Hard to believe that this is our generation's Gunsmoke. I've been watching The Simpsons for 22 years now (they started in 1987 on The Tracy Ullman Show) and I can honestly say, I'm not tired of watching yet.

Quirky, yet fact filled. Exactly like The Simpsons.

Oh. If you want to test my knowledge, go ahead. Don't be surprised when you run out of questions.

Fun Fact #17: I watch The Simpsons, and know everything about them.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Day 166



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #16: I wear many different hats for different things. According to you.


Yes, you dear reader, the one who's reading this right now. Before I begin, I want to thank everyone who participated in this. I was hoping for about 10 more people to respond, but I think that line I said about it not mattering caused them to not do it.

Oh well. It does matter. Big time.


Moving on, let me start from where you guys started from. First, I am a kind, funny, easy to get along with type of guy. I am also a very talented writer. Apparently, that's the main reason why some people talk to me. Heh. I have a quick temper (really, Sherm?), but I'm extremely loyal, no half-stepping on that one. I'm very giving of myself, I got a big heart. I'm the cool cousin that you didn't grow up with, but every time we get together, we act like best friends. I am a math head. I'm also my own twin, good or bad, but it's cool because I'm me. I am also a very good wordsmith.

Now, to answer the gaggle of questions that I received.

What is your biggest dream, besides being a writer?

I want to be a relationship consultant. I think that I have a lot of ideas that could save some hearts, some relationships, and some time.

If you were a different sign, which one would it be? Or which one do you feel you fit into other than Gemini?
If I were a different sign? I don't know. I think that I'm pretty well rooted in Gemini status. I don't think I could be any different. But I might fit into Taurus.

Do you want to stay in VA forever?
NO.

If you move, what state would you move to and why? Or do you love VA and why?
If I move, it would have to be to either Florida or California. Actually, anywhere that the ocean is less than 1 hour away. I love the smell of salt water, I love beaches, and I love the ability to see women in bathing suits. LMAO

Why are you hating on my Redskins?
Because they suck, CJ, that's why. I'm a Cowboy, through and through.

What is your biggest regret in life?
To be honest, I have none. Everything that has ever happened to me has shaped me to be the person that I am right now. I wouldn't change who I am, because I might lose all of the friendships and camaraderie that I have gained so far.

If inhibitions or consequences were not an issue, what is one thing that you would love to do?
Be an actor. I would love to "be" different people when necessary. And get paid for it.

What song(s) best describe your mood most of the time?
This was a good question, Angel D. I can't even begin to narrow it down, because my songs change with my moods. All of them. And it's like I have a song for each one. Right now, I'm thinking about someone special, so She Lives In My Lap by Andre 3000. But most times, it's P.S.A. by Jay-Z. LOL

What is it that women see in you besides your wit?
I thought about this question the hardest. To be honest, I don't really know. I mean, I know I'm attractive as all get out. I'm the modern day Biggie. Wait, did I say Biggie right after attractive? What I meant to say was, I think that it's my charm. Seriously. I don't get approached. I have to do the approaching. So when a female gives me just the slightest bit of time, I shine. But it's hard to pinpoint exactly what it is about me that they see in me. I mainly think it's because I'm smart. I can hold a decent conversation, I'm a bit worldly, actually, a lot. I'm highly aware of my surroundings, and my sister would tell you that a lot of it has to do with the fact that I can tune myself into the female psyche. While I might not understand all of it, I do recognize it, and I do use it often. So, it's a multi-faceted thing that women see in me.

What is it about Nia Long? You talk about her an awful lot.
It's her eyes. Remember what I said about the eyes? Pay attention! © DJ Drama No, seriously, it's more than her eyes, it's.... she's just got this mysterious thing about her that I want to get to know. And the fact that she's hot has something to do with it too.


Well, folks, that's me, as described by you. Except for the questions, because, you know, I answered them myself. Again, I thank each and every one of you who participated, and those who didn't too, because without all of you guys, I wouldn't be who I am. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Fun Fact #16: I wear many different hats for different things. According to you.

OH. I almost forgot. I did NOT get sad at the end of the first Pokemon movie, I thought it was messed up that all of the little creatures could cry for Ash, but Misty and Brock couldn't even muster up any emotion. AND I did not get choked up at the end of Cowboy Bebop. *sniff* Spike died a good death. So, Big Sis, I do not have gay tendencies. (That's real messed up, too, Big Sis. LOL)

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Monday, June 15, 2009

Day 165



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #15: I'll let you tell it.


No, seriously.

Seeing as I have thought of being random, I figured there is no better way to be random than to be totally not involved in the process.

Sure, you COULD say this is me being lazy, but you'd totally be right. For tonight.

Nah, honestly, I thought about this all day. I wonder what people think about me, as a whole. I mean actual facts people. One thing about me that you've either noticed or seen for yourself. Or, one question that you've always wanted to ask me. Don't worry, I will answer all questions honestly.

I figured this is a 2 part random facts thing, as I will post all questions, answers, and facts tomorrow so that you can see what people come up with.

I'm excited, to be honest. I wonder exactly what people think. (Not that it matters. I mean, it does, but in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't. Shit, I probably got like 10 people to not do it now.)

I have something special planned for tomorrow with your answers, inquiries, and facts, people. I'm just asking for your input, however small.

Heh, and if I don't get any responses, then tomorrow will be something different.



Which would make it totally random, right?

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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Day 164




30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #14: I watch Anime.

Not a whole lot of it, but enough to where I'm pretty competent about what's out there. I'm not ashamed to admit that Sailor Moon was my first Anime that I watched (for the record, it was Voltron, but this was on my own... and Akira. I LOVED Akira.) and that it was absolutely amazing to me. I was 13 when it started showing on Fox. That's what started me down the road of Japanese Animation.

After that, it was Ronin Warriors, Project A-ko (commend my brother for getting me into that one), Dragon Ball (again, my older brother), Ghost In The Shell, and Neon Genesis Evangelion. Then, when I hit college, I saw the Anime that changed my life:

Cowboy Bebop.


Everything about this Anime screamed at me; the music, the style, and Faye Valentine. Well, it was really the whole crew, and how they came together. The music is what really drove me over the edge, it was amazing. The Seatbelts did the music for the show, and I love live instrumentation (that's another post) and the way they played along with the action.

Sidenote: If you're ever looking for some good, jazzy music, find some of The Seatbelts' stuff. You won't be disappointed.

Cowboy Bebop was more to me than just some "cartoon". It hit me on a level of subconsciousness. It got me thinking about the choices I made, and how no matter how long it takes, it always comes back to you, good or bad.

That Anime led me into Samurai Champloo, and the ball just kept rolling. I've been watching a lot of good Animes, and I've come across some bad stuff, too. The one thing to keep in mind is that it's not just some cartoon. It's a lot of deep things to be learned by watching different Animes, and the ones that are done well, and done EXTREMELY well. I have yet to watch a middle of the road Anime.

I don't think I'll ever really stop looking for new Animes to watch. Case in point, just this year, I discovered Bludgeoning Angel Dokuro-Chan (Or Club To Death Angel). This has to be, hands down, the FUNNIEST Anime I've watched yet. YouTube it, and see what I mean.

Fun Fact #14: I watch Anime.

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Saturday, June 13, 2009

Day 163




30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #13: I am an excellent cook.

When I was growing up, my mom worked nights in order to be home when I went to school, and be home when I got home from school. It was a pretty effective situation, with her being a single mother and all. One of the things that she taught me how to do (along with my aunt and grandmother) was cook.

"You're not going to be one of those men who turn 30 and don't know how to do nothing in the kitchen but clean it, take out the trash, and burn water." - My mom


The first time I was allowed to use the stove without adult supervision was at 8. At that time, my menu was pretty limited: Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, Ramen Noodles, and Hot Dogs. By that time, I was cooking for my cousin, who's a year younger than me. We would get in the kitchen, and we started experimenting with different ways to spice up our grilled cheese. I mean, really, how many different ways can you spice up grilled cheese? We didn't care, though. That was some fun times, finding out that we liked grilled ham and cheese better than grilled bologna and cheese.

As I got older, my menu expanded, until I hit high school. That's when I REALLY started to make my own dishes: Chicken Parmesan, Chicken Tetrazzini, Chili, Spaghetti, Baked Ziti, Meatloaf with a Red Wine Marinade. Italian dishes was (and still is) my specialty. My ex admitted to me that one of the big reasons we were together was because I was a mean cook.

I put my heart and love into the food I cook. I cook for my family, I cook for my friends, I'll even cook for my co-workers, if I like them enough. I try not to cook for people I don't know, especially females. Reason? I'm not trying to marry some female I just met.

Seriously.

Do you realize how many times I've been asked out on a date JUST because of my cooking? It's crazy. I don't think that men that can cook are that rare, are they? I credit my mother and aunt and grandmother. They took my butt into the kitchen, and made me watch them cook. I know how to make cakes and brownies from scratch, not from no box. I can make some pies. I even know how to make homemade ice cream, which is amazing and a feat unto itself.

Lately, I've been experimenting with cooking some Penne all'arrabbiata, a spicy pasta dish known for it's heat from the peppers in the sauce, and Insalata Caprese, which is a simple salad, but I use diced Prosciutto cotto (sea salt cured ham), and sprinkle some Asiago cheese on top. I serve it with a nice chilled Vino Nobile di Montepulciano. Yes, I know it's a red wine. Yes, I know that salads normally come with a white wine, but the Prosciutto and the Asiago really brings out the flavor in the red wine. Yes, I do realize you are looking at the screen with a face that says you have no idea what I'm talking about. No, I don't care.

If you're really want some good food that's not fried all the time, talk to me and let me know. If I feel comfortable enough, I'll cook for you. Just know that if you're a female, you're probably either going to ask me out, or if you're taken, get mad at your significant other for not being able to cook like I do. Just a fair warning.

There you have it, folks. Fun Fact #13: I am an excellent cook.

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Friday, June 12, 2009

Last First Date

Decades of learning.
A decade of growing.
Years of yearning.
A year of showing
some emotion to someone who might deserve it.
Tell them everything they want, they might have heard it.
All before I came along, doing my little dance,
singing my little song, if not hypnotic then just a trance,
all just for a chance, to show my true persona,
about how fun loving I am, and that I enjoy Corona.
I enjoy the chase, I love to race,
invade personal space, at a discreet time and place.

Months of anticipation.
A month of preparation.
Days on top of the world feeling alive.
A day I've been waiting for to finally arrive
is here now. No more excuses.
No more wasting time, let's see what it produces.
Walk through the door, you're standing to the side,
you watched the whole time, intrigued by my stride.
At first I was unsure that we'd even meet
it's been a long time, I'm unsure how we'd greet.

Hours of us together
A hour of nice weather
Minutes of conversation, we sat, had a laugh
A minute in the restroom, I had to retool my craft,
I stared a little bit, taken back by your beauty.
You recognized the emotion, you know you're a cutie.
We had dinner, even had the same plate.
I'm kinda happy we didn't wait until eight.
The sun has gone down, it's gotten kinda late.
My mind drifts for a moment, is this really fate?

Seconds of what a night, let's do it again, certainly.
A second of quiet looks, mumbles and uncertainty.
It was there for both of us, we both could feel it.
But we both had rules, for mine, my mind tried to appeal it.
You smiled, you know me well, threw up the roadblock.
I had to smile too, because if we did, would we stop?
Would time stop? Would the world quit turning?
For that one moment, while our passion was burning?
Alas, we walked away, for we both know what's at stake.
Don't know what's to come, but it could be our Last First Date.

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Day 162



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #12: I am very sarcastic. Very.

I learned it from my grandfather, who is very funny and quick witted. At first, for me, it was a defense mechanism. Now I realize it's a part of my repertoire. (That's skill set, for those that don't know.)

Some people can't handle it, however. I am a pretty good judge of character, so I know who to pick with and who to be a straight shooter with. To be honest, I kinda like the banter between two people who are sarcastic. It's like a battle of wits. I know that I'm pretty good in that area. Sometimes (and I stress the sometimes) The Addiction can match wits with me, maybe even surpassing me at certain times. You do realize how hard it was to write that line, right?

Anyway.

I think that it takes a person who thinks fast to be sarcastic. It's not necessarily what's said most times, however, it's HOW it's said. Body language plays a lot into it as well. It's not really hard to be sarcastic, but it's hard to be FUNNY while being sarcastic. That's part of my allure, too.

Some women can't resist a guy who can be funny in different ways. Wait, that's for another fact.

Not really much to say on the subject, it's more of an active fact than anything. So, if you want some witty banter from a guy who can do it with the best, strike up a conversation with me.

I'll be sure to say something sarcastic within the first minute.

Fun Fact #12: I am very sarcastic. Very.

How's that? You don't like it? Oh well. /sarcasm

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Day 161



*NOTE: This post was finished on 6/11/2009. However, Blogger saw fit to not AutoPost as I was out having the time of my life last night. I apologize for the lateness.*

30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #11: I have an Atlas complex.


"Got the weight of the world on my shoulders..." - Jay-Z

I don't get into people's business. I don't ask questions that would make it seem as if I'm probing into your mind, trying to get some juicy piece of gossip.

But people offer it to me because I'm a great listener. I'm also a great friend.

And therein lies the problem. I tend to take people's problems as my own. I take ownership and I stress and I think about what they have going on, as if I don't have enough problems of my own.

I think that's way I blog so much. I rarely talk about myself, I get kinda shy in that aspect. Here, however, I can write about myself as much as I want, and people will either read it or not. It's out of my system, though, and that's what makes it cool.

Case in point: Today, a good friend of mine gave me some news. They have their own set of problems, and I've been spending the past 6-7 hours thinking about it and trying to come up with a solution. Granted, it's not my problem, however, it's about their health, and I don't want anything bad to happen to any friend of mine. They would probably scold me if they knew that I was thinking so heavily about their issue; as a matter of fact, I'll probably hear about this later. But I can't help it: I'm a helper. I want to help as much as I can, when I can.

It kills me to know that a friend of mine is in pain, and it hurts me more to know that there may be SOMETHING that I can do to help out. So, I try my best to help out as much as possible, even going so far as to ignore my own issues to help out.

That's bad, I know.

I've been trying to fall back from doing that, but whenever I do, I feel like I'm not being a good enough friend.

So, today, I'm asking for input on what to do. I'm asking for some insight on how to go about not feeling like the world depends on me.

Because currently, I feel as if the world needs me.

And I'm ready to help, however possible.

Fun Fact #11: I have an Atlas complex.

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Day 160



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #10: My mind is a random slot machine.

You never know what you'll get from me. Hell, I don't even know what I'll get from my mind until it kicks it out.

Talking to The Addiction tonight, she told me something very interesting. She said that I have a "beautiful mind. It's like your own universe."

Heh. I like that.

In my universe, there is no sleep. My mind never shuts down. I'm always thinking about something random.

Example: For this random fun fact, I had to start over a couple of times, because I didn't know what I wanted to write about. Then I found the topic, but the words wasn't coming like I wanted them to. Finally, I decided to have my readers (all 12 of you) to send me questions, and tomorrow, for my fun fact, I'll answer them. No matter what the question is, I'll answer.

It might be a joke, it might be a outright lie, but it'll be funny and sarcastic.

So, that's the assignment for tonight, people. I wonder if anyone will actually come up with something to ask me? I mean, I get hits to my site, but no one really leaves comments. I have lurkers, ghost readers, everything. I want some more commenters, dammit! I'm mad this song just went off. I think I'll repeat- wait, I like this next one, so never mind. Ok, Twitter is moving again, for a moment, it looked like everyone logged off. I had to go back and read what I just wrote and proofread, which I need to do better, I keep finding mistakes in my writing. I'm a little tired tonight. Why isn't she texting me back right now? Ok, I just erased what I was gonna write, because I think I talk too much about that subject. Someone is gonna ask me what that subject was. I think I'll answer truthfully. Maybe. Wow, it's harder to type a stream of conscience than to write one.

Ok, I'm done. I was trying to... wait. Whatever. LOL

There you have it. Fun Fact #10: My mind is a random slot machine.

If you're interested, come pull the lever. See what randomness I kick out to you.

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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Day 159



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #9: When it comes to attraction in the opposite sex, the eyes have it.


I know, I know. I know what you're thinking.

"Gee, he sure does write a lot about females!"

Well, I was always told to write about what you know, and study what you don't.


So, I do both when it comes to women.


Confession time. When I look for physical qualities that I like in a female, the eyes are the most important. Not the breasts (even though I like them), not the booty (even though I like that too), not the height, not the thighs, not the hair, or the face...

...it's all about the eyes.

The Prototype has some AMAZING eyes. She does. I could look into her eyes for days at a time. The Addiction... WHEW. There's a reason why she's The Addiction, and it has nothing to do with the rest of her.


I am a sucker for eyes.


I was talking to Miss Inappropriate today, and she asked if she was to cut off all her hair, would someone still date her. I said I know I would. Of course, she laughed it off and came at me with the "if you didn't know me" spiel; meaning, if I were to see her at the mall with no hair, would I try to pick her up. I told her that I thought that she had some deep eyes, and that off of that alone, yes, I would at least make contact and speak, try to buy lunch or something. The eyes says a lot about a female, what they like, what they don't like. Most men never pay any attention to the eyes, so you get the "I didn't know she liked/didn't like that!" excuses.

I love different color eyes. Hazel. Brown. Green. Blue. A pair of gray eyes will get me hooked quicker than a shot of heroin right in my heart. It's something about being able to see what they want, just by how their eyes move. Seeing what they feel without you having to tell it.

I just like looking into their eyes, seeing what lies beneath. The eyes truly are the window to the soul, you just have to pull the curtains back sometimes to see inside.

And yes, that's Maggie up there. And yes, I think she is SO damn sexy.

So, there you have it. Fun Fact #9: When it comes to attraction in the opposite sex, the eyes have it.

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Now playing: Erykah Badu - Green Eyes
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Monday, June 8, 2009

Day 158




30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #8: I give every female I know and love a nickname.

Every one.


No one has the same nickname. I make them unique and just for them. That's my thing. I was talking to one half of the Mighty O's Angels, DopeAlicious and she said that she thought I had a whole gaggle of women to choose from because of all the nicknames. I had to chuckle.

So, Angel D, this post is for you.

I give women nicknames, not because I don't want to remember their real names, but because it's a term of endearment from me. I have my Sissy (who is my real sister), my Big Sis, The Addiction, Princess Mary, Cinnamon Sugar, The Leo, The Gemini, Wonder Twin, Mighty O's Angels, Jessica Simpson, The Prototype, The Admiral, The Captain, Boss Lady, etc....

I think the reason why I do so is because I'm pretty anal. I am, I can admit that. I'm anal about how I place people into my life, and how much of me that I give. I write this blog, I'm always writing something on Twitter, I'm putting out a book that may or may not be based on my life, and so it seems like I'm putting it all out there, and.... I'm not. There's a lot about me that even people close to me don't know. I show people where I live at, but I never invite them in. (Figure out what I mean by that...)

There are different levels of admiration that I have for these women. Some, I've never met, not even once. Others, I've been around my whole life. Yet, I give each of the women in my life the same opportunity to get to know me and my quirks. And one of my quirks is that you get a nickname around the 4th or 5th time of me talking to you. Some (Princess Mary, The Gemini, Jessica Simpson) will only let me call them that name. Others (The Captain, Cinnamon Sugar, Wonder Twin) have actually adopted that as their nickname. I guess women have their quirks too.

Anyway, the mystery of the nicknames have been solved. If you're a woman, and you've been around me for a certain period of time, you have a nickname. If you don't know it yet, just ask.

I'll be happy to let you in on why I call you what I call you.

There it is, Fun Fact #8: I give every female I know and love a nickname.

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Now playing: Jay-Z - Excuse Me Miss
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Sunday, June 7, 2009

Day 157



30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #7: I love to laugh. All the time.

So, me, my mother, and her boyfriend went out to see The Hangover. Don't worry, I'm not spoiling anything here.

Well, nothing of importance. The only thing I'll spoil is this.


You'll laugh.

A lot.

And if you don't, your humor button is broken. For real.

I dig comedies because they make something that could be totally uncomfortable, funny. Example: EuroTrip. The twins making out. That was uncomfortable, yet supremely hilarious. Or Zack And Miri Makes A Porno. The pullout. That's all I'll say about that.

People often ask me how old I am. I get it all the time, at work, from people at a gas station, clerks at the grocery store, I'm always asked how old I am. And when I tell them, they don't believe me. Yes, I'm 28. I know I look 18. How do I do it?

Laugh everyday.


No matter what you've got going on, take time out (15 minutes minimum) and laugh at something. Find a video on YouTube. Chuckle at the dude at work who can't get the copier to run correctly. Laugh when your boss trips over her feet. Find a good movie and laugh until it hurts. Then laugh more.

Sure, I'll probably have laugh lines when I hit 40, but they'll be well earned.

Just do something in your day to make you laugh, even if it's at yourself. I don't mean chuckle, either, I mean LAUGH. A breathtaking laugh, one that makes you hold your stomach. In the end, you'll remember the good times, the funny times, more so than the bad times.

To end, I will now be played off by the keyboard cat. Enjoy.



Fun Fact #7: I love to laugh. All the time.

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Saturday, June 6, 2009

Day 156




30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #6: Tetris is my favorite video game of all time. (WARNING: There be spoilers ahead!!!)


Happy Birthday Tetris! 25 years and still going strong...

To date, I have played Tetris on everything from GameBoy to iPod. I even had Tetris on a watch. For the past 2 decades, I have played almost every variation of Tetris, and yet, I have not experienced every situation there could be in Tetris.

No game has held my interest more, not Castlevania, not Super Mario World, not Doom, not King's Quest VI, not Loom, not Final Fantasy 6 nor 7, not Timesplitters, not Goldeneye, not even World Of Warcraft has held my interest more than Tetris.

I am not the best at this game. However, dear reader (yes YOU, the one reading this), I can beat you. I will drown you in a sea of blocks. I am ranked 292 in the world, which means there are 291 people better than me in this game. You aren't one of them.


I know, the above paragraph seems arrogant. It is. It's meant to be. I know my skills, and I know what I can do. And what I can do, is beat you down.

There isn't a game that I cherish more than Tetris. It is my stress reliever. If I am playing copious amounts of Tetris in one sitting, I'm probably pissed or irritated and just a couple more lines will cure my ailment.

As a matter of fact, I'm about to go play now.

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Friday, June 5, 2009

Day 155





30 posts in thirty days.


30 random facts about me.


Fun Fact #5: Utada Hikaru got me into J-Pop. Personally.

In 1999, while I was attending North Carolina A&T State (Go AGGIES!) there was a forum being held at the Student Union about foreign relations and how it would affect us in the next century. I attended, and while listening to a speaker who was a foreign exchange student from Japan speak, a young woman was standing beside me.

Her name was Utada.

She was going around speaking to everyone and smiling and shaking hands. When she got to me, I couldn't really find anything to talk about with her, so the first thing that popped out of my mouth was:

"What are you listening to on your walkman?"

She smiled at me and placed the walkman in my hands and the headphones over my ears. The very first J-Pop song I ever heard was Night of Fire by Niko. I was hooked. She saw me bop my head, this way and that, and smile like someone had given me candy.

When the circuit was over, I caught Utada before she returned to her vehicle. I asked her where I could find more music like that. She nodded and handed me her tape that she was listening to. Come to find out, what I was listening to was a recording of Para Para, basically group dancing music (much like the Electric Slide), and I had the first set, Para Para Stadium, in my hands.

I still have that tape somewhere. Who knew that the young woman that I met would not only become one of Japan's biggest pop stars herself, but would also introduce a new genre of music for me to listen to.

So, Fun Fact #5a and 5b: Utada Hikaru got me into J-Pop personally. And I love it.

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Now playing: NAOKI with Y&Co. - CAN'T STOP FALLIN' IN LOVE ~super euro version~
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Thursday, June 4, 2009

Day 154




30 posts in thirty days.



30 random facts about me.


I'm stepping away from the females (for just a moment) to talk about something close to me.

Fun Fact #4: Writing is very therapeutic for me.


I've been having a good time the past 2 weeks. Actually, things were better in the past 2 weeks than they were all year.

Today, it seemed like all of that came crashing down.

Word on the street is, my company has had a buyout. What that does for us employees has yet to be seen, but some people are afraid of a takeover and subsequent layoffs. I, for one, am not one of those people. However, I do share a concern of theirs, which is what's going to happen to the little folk after the signing of buyout.

That was at 9AM.

I then get some news from home that my grandfather is in the hospital. He awoke this morning with slight chest pains, and went to the emergency room. I normally don't talk about my family, simply because that's a sore spot for me. I love my grandfather, however, and I treat him with the utmost respect, so needless to say, I was a bit concerned.

Yeah, right. I was going out of my mind.

I left work at 12:30 PM.

After finding out that he's ok, that they just want to do some tests to make sure it isn't anything super serious, I calmed down and started back into a normal routine, well, normal for me, anyway. Remember me saying that I was a shameless flirt? Well, guess what. I did it again, only this time, my big sis pointed it out. At first, I was trying to justify my actions, and then I realized that it was futile, because I was flirting with reckless abandon. I felt kinda shitty, so I decided to fall back, only to have the person I was flirting with say some things that may suggest it wasn't so reckless after all.

That was around 5:30 PM.

Finally, about 6:30 PM, I get into it with The Addiction. I assumed something, she assumed it was something else. As Gemini's (both of us) we have our moments where we clash. Only problem is, unlike everyone else, when 2 Gems clash, it's always bigger than it really needs to be. So, we spent the last 2 hours arguing about what the problem is, and now, at 8:51 PM, she has ceased speaking to me, possibly for the night. I want to scream like a wounded bear, because while I shouldn't have assumed, she could at least say something to me. The Gemini Rollercoaster is not fun. Not at all. We are happy one moment, and extremely moody the next. Right now, I'm extremely moody. I'm feeding off of her emotions because she is my twin, so I feel what she feels. Some might say that me feeling what she feels is foolish (I'm looking towards the West Coast for that person), but hey, it's what I feel at the moment.

Or should I say, what I felt.

I've calmed down since I started typing this. Writing helps me to get out things that subconsciously I was thinking about, but never materialized vocally. I guess the biggest thing about today is that I learned that while flying high is wonderful, no matter how strong your wings are, you've got to come down sometime.

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