tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230441154232039922024-02-07T01:02:13.303-08:00Going the Other WayOccassional ramblings and musings of a sexy Southern boy just coming out of the closet.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-5383207142368219962009-02-06T09:20:00.000-08:002009-02-06T09:43:14.178-08:00I'm an Old Man...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6exY-3u3HB1ZoJNDgT2_JHUvgwmUOZ3Et6gejE6xXKmcCua-EB2vIk2LJKpYmyVuQnrUsMskeBvBzRfJ-lbFwVEQkKkh1sVBqROGwRjm1DWhMp9v5QkXPioeUjl5yHz_IZVFmP5682tCK/s1600-h/0419+ryan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6exY-3u3HB1ZoJNDgT2_JHUvgwmUOZ3Et6gejE6xXKmcCua-EB2vIk2LJKpYmyVuQnrUsMskeBvBzRfJ-lbFwVEQkKkh1sVBqROGwRjm1DWhMp9v5QkXPioeUjl5yHz_IZVFmP5682tCK/s320/0419+ryan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299739523607507714" /></a><br />I realize that I have been terribly, terribly negligent in posting as of late and for that I apologize to my one (?) reader profusely... Truth is, there has not been much to write about. I mean, after the cowboy up and "died" on me, what else of interest could there be. CERTAINLY no man on the horizon after the last fiasco. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibv_KEttYpO-ttrO9uXFtZte83O05opxBF8xjHh4wPZcLglYif2oVJ3TpZ5dHY-viDDxx8QdECJ_A8kp-hyMa3ohmZ1AHSMMngBo2_Oy38FPRaB2m7_rwHe_f4kl_eW2TSB84USu2usPRO/s1600-h/picasa409.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibv_KEttYpO-ttrO9uXFtZte83O05opxBF8xjHh4wPZcLglYif2oVJ3TpZ5dHY-viDDxx8QdECJ_A8kp-hyMa3ohmZ1AHSMMngBo2_Oy38FPRaB2m7_rwHe_f4kl_eW2TSB84USu2usPRO/s320/picasa409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299739867190132706" /></a><br /><br />However, I am turning 40 next week. 40. Wow. I am not as disturbed by it as many of my friends have been. I look on 4 decades as an opportunity rather than a liability. I am in far better shape than I was at 30. I feel better. I feel better about myself after coming out. So I am looking forward to this next decade with optimism. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXb2fIJPJBtax2Vm_VZdbj15H4zZHL-8VO_0KINFcUyRWl4liQWTmmFp_2V5M1BFbMFYfDO3e9LeBOvJoQJPoiCtD7uZSigDE9P2heHQ9Pg0A9YVqvh4WpRMcgUx-mX9iIuXVIQFJB1Rym/s1600-h/hot.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXb2fIJPJBtax2Vm_VZdbj15H4zZHL-8VO_0KINFcUyRWl4liQWTmmFp_2V5M1BFbMFYfDO3e9LeBOvJoQJPoiCtD7uZSigDE9P2heHQ9Pg0A9YVqvh4WpRMcgUx-mX9iIuXVIQFJB1Rym/s320/hot.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299741198008912834" /></a><br /><br />On the more immediate front... I am going to Philadelphia and New York for my birthday! I am leaving bright and early Sunday morning for Philly where I will be staying with one of my best friends for about 4 days. Not sure yet what I am going to do while he is working everyday, but since I have the car, the whole world is mine in which to find trouble. I know I want to go to the art museum for starters. And explore every gay bar in town. But that might not be eventful in the daytime as it would be at night...<br /><br />Thursday of next week, I will be getting on the train to New York where another friend will be meeting me. My friend in Philly will come up that evening as he will be working all day. I loves me some New York. Not sure of everything we are going to do there, but I just know I can't wait. New York is my favorite city and I just love the feeling of being there. And its on my birthday too. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2s1W7X0IAI3mCmZOEjgHUjMEB8lrXiKeqS94p20cFolEu_-dQabqALvlZg6JkRtgfCPG7BHe6F_Lm7rm1HqthyM7_CFy7Ef0NdVBJVwwZKMmadZ8riQaU-b0uYTAh4ST2Qa93AnwgGecH/s1600-h/picasa709.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2s1W7X0IAI3mCmZOEjgHUjMEB8lrXiKeqS94p20cFolEu_-dQabqALvlZg6JkRtgfCPG7BHe6F_Lm7rm1HqthyM7_CFy7Ef0NdVBJVwwZKMmadZ8riQaU-b0uYTAh4ST2Qa93AnwgGecH/s320/picasa709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299740457592623938" /></a><br /><br />I will post pics from the trip upon my return. Who knows, maybe I will find a hot man for my 40th. Do I have any takers??? C'mon, it's my birthday peeps! C'mon CB! Your're the one! Maybe the bois can be like candles, one for every year... Now, THERE'S a thought!Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com62tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-39234734072980184472008-12-31T07:43:00.001-08:002008-12-31T10:24:25.458-08:00Goodbye '08...It is now the last day of the year. As I sit and write this, I honestly do not know where it went. It really seems just like yesterday when I was at my favorite hangout, Mollie Fontaine Lounge (as I will be tonite), ringing in 2008. I even remember conversations from that night. I'm not a big resolution person, so I am not going to try to make a lot of promises to myself that I wont follow thru on - though I am going to try very hard to do a few things. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSH83mir4IwkwOMgrhEVKhdjp-eoaegnnUUixNfsEUdpPP8ieYtvV128mHMZrRkns5X8-3cWKHXKKz8qKGKa7uP2ojwXcmM7CRgfS7o95Gb7f8Z751KT5qKOB3oTg6_QcOVp4Q9FnRsmbQ/s1600-h/smooth+tattoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSH83mir4IwkwOMgrhEVKhdjp-eoaegnnUUixNfsEUdpPP8ieYtvV128mHMZrRkns5X8-3cWKHXKKz8qKGKa7uP2ojwXcmM7CRgfS7o95Gb7f8Z751KT5qKOB3oTg6_QcOVp4Q9FnRsmbQ/s400/smooth+tattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286021623557340882" /></a><br /><br />First I want to be in better shape and a little thinner than I am now. I will be turning 40 in February and I am actually looking forward to it. I am in a better place in my life now than I ever have been now that I have come to grips with who I am and had some time to become comfortable with it and I am very happy about that. The other thing is I am going to try to swear off men, for I find that they are pigs and I certainly don't need one. I want to try to be happy with who I am rather than to find a man to complete me. Now don't get me wrong...things will still be taken care of. But I will not looking for a permanent man. <br /><br />All that said, I hope all of you out there has the happiest of New Year's and stay SAFE!Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-77718233943298931622008-12-22T07:32:00.000-08:002008-12-22T07:45:11.341-08:00Merry Christmas!Thank you all for your kind words. Last week was kind of hard but I got thru it. I went out Saturday night with several of my close friends and I was the laughingstock as I figured I would be. One of my friends commented that that group is like a school of sharks...smell blood in the water and thats it. Oddly enough, they really do love me and I am thankful for that. I guess the worst of it is over. <br /><br /><a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n232/italamantes/hotsanta-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n232/italamantes/hotsanta-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />If I don't post again before the holiday, I want to wish everyone a very happy Christmas and safe New Year. See yall in 2009!<br /><br /><a href="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd48/hotjock610/santa-IMG_1395.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd48/hotjock610/santa-IMG_1395.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-19236342764964192812008-12-18T12:33:00.000-08:002008-12-18T12:39:52.035-08:00A Fiasco For the Ages...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxMBmzyz5VNTRs3EzsEDpaFgKZ-u5GMv_SKEzCNqNIGNLRIzABbCm1LQwEWlcmJwvkiC8EFMxAAfuT0JhnouspmU9KjPnGYGXkfQCBpY8lHaDvwifgQzrguZPxFElj3XJz-7kQXFITZiYT/s1600-h/!cid_X_MA3_1211159655%40aol.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxMBmzyz5VNTRs3EzsEDpaFgKZ-u5GMv_SKEzCNqNIGNLRIzABbCm1LQwEWlcmJwvkiC8EFMxAAfuT0JhnouspmU9KjPnGYGXkfQCBpY8lHaDvwifgQzrguZPxFElj3XJz-7kQXFITZiYT/s320/!cid_X_MA3_1211159655%40aol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281231306100306834" /></a><br />Hello dear readers… Have I got a story for you. First, it imperative that you read the post below this in order to get the full effect. As you know, I met someone and was cautiously optimistic about the whole thing. Well… to fill in the gaps… about a week after meeting dude, we decided he was to come into town to visit me (he lives in Tupelo, MS). That weekend I did not hear anything at all – nothing – he just did not show. I called and called and got no answer. I left numerous messages and finally decided that I had been unceremoniously dumped. Come Monday of the next week, I sent him a somewhat nasty email saying that if he didn’t want to come see me he could have just said so – that I was a big boy, I can deal with it. I get an email right back saying that his mother died (I knew she had a heart attack the previous week) and that he texted me. Well hell. I don’t have texting on my phone. I felt like dirt. He said he did not want to miss the opportunity to get to know me. <br /><br />So we talk on the phone and chat quite a bit for the next two weeks. His brothers from Chicago apparently came down for the funeral and expressed their desire to contest the will if they didn’t get enough. The will was read and they did not get anywhere close to what they wanted and proceeded to contest. They all went to court (which I thought was real quick, but it’s a small town so I figured things moved faster). Anyhoo – they went to court and the judge ruled that everything must be sold and split 3 ways amongst the brothers against the mother’s wishes. My guy told his brothers off on the courthouse steps and said he never wanted to see them again. We talked quite a bit after that and he said he couldn’t wait to come to Memphis and just hold me. (TOTALLY falling for this guy). I knew he had been thru a lot. So the plan was this past weekend he was to come to Memphis and stay at a hotel here. This was to be purely for discretionary purposes as he would actually be staying with me for most of the weekend. Also, I work a part-time job I could not get away from. I had the whole weekend planned out – where we were going to eat and what clubs were going to – all that. So Friday morning I get this call at 9:15 am saying he is on his way, just leaving Tupelo and that he plans to go to one of our God-awful malls and shop and get to the hotel around 1. I was going to take off at 2 and go directly to his hotel (for what I have concluded was the best sex of my entire life). I call at 2 and get no answer. I figure he is not in from shopping. Still no answer an hour later. And the next hour and the next. So I call the hotel figuring that he just went to sleep or something. He had not checked in nor was there a reservation in his name. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjKF1Uf2hmDxb6udfD0fy-F2EfFVl8f9Awuk2HFE9qOdCKe5dfx4Vr73g7WyDHbjkq0XnuCA7hYMT2kOLjoHQJxeNKUkQMahjZgiQTgtMUgflxll2K8ehrDmoakppGIAo__cc7HQS5iYe/s1600-h/!cid_X_MA5_1212368810%40aol.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjKF1Uf2hmDxb6udfD0fy-F2EfFVl8f9Awuk2HFE9qOdCKe5dfx4Vr73g7WyDHbjkq0XnuCA7hYMT2kOLjoHQJxeNKUkQMahjZgiQTgtMUgflxll2K8ehrDmoakppGIAo__cc7HQS5iYe/s320/!cid_X_MA5_1212368810%40aol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281231417024577650" /></a><br /><br />I was devastated. He simply NEVER showed. I had fallen for this guy only to be stood up. Now I will say I have the BEST friends in the WORLD as they took care of me all weekend. I cried, plotted revenge, etc, etc… My friends forbade me from every contacting Dickweed again. <br /><br />So I make it thru the weekend – still no word from him. In the back of my mind, I had this notion that I would hear something from him and he would have an excuse. This past Tuesday, I got an email from him. Rather than attempting to describe what was said, I simply copied it and submit it for your consideration.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5ekGqoYBfdijCmNcR4C-s_QCl-op1GHj-iC5VCUVMEBkFZv2F_qvGpqPbsFkNj5t_Tk7Km3SzbpO2MlWSHadU3sLg0h1c3BuSwZMJ8S_TyOcWcvmRUrrFwPswmEVN2jh-7V0BaKDrEk9/s1600-h/__hr_gp4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5ekGqoYBfdijCmNcR4C-s_QCl-op1GHj-iC5VCUVMEBkFZv2F_qvGpqPbsFkNj5t_Tk7Km3SzbpO2MlWSHadU3sLg0h1c3BuSwZMJ8S_TyOcWcvmRUrrFwPswmEVN2jh-7V0BaKDrEk9/s320/__hr_gp4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281231578692677202" /></a><br /><br />Please read: <br /><br />To Whom it may concern,<br /> <br /> I am emailing my uncles friends on line.. He was in a car accident on Friday in memphis. which later he died from the injuries he substained in the accident.. <br />We will miss him and he always said to me that if anything would happen to him I was to send his friends this email.. <br />He touched so many lives.. <br />We know that he's with his mother which we lost her 2 weeks ago.. <br /> <br />God Bless .........<br /><br /><br /><br />Keep in mind that this is uncorrected – this is exactly what he wrote. HE TRIED TO FAKE HIS OWN DEATH!!!! WTF!!?!?!?!? After having read so many of his emails, this is UNMISTAKABLY him. Does he really think that I am this STUPID to read this and believe that he is dead??? NO ONE writes something like this. If I hadn’t fallen for the Dickweed, this would have actually been funny. Why could’nt he have said that he just didn’t want to come see me. I’m a big boy – I could have handled it…<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPT_-gzAJ_wrA641XMDTSzbwjBYRsms0JsuEzdeU4DKHz1u1LZuZ1iEwIyblXC4j3nwbb89AUxrmromQ4pcveHxStAHh5326sreRVosbJXI5RyD7ow7IzgAJ8se12MxZm0t1NbpxB-MGKX/s1600-h/6a00d83451da9169e200e55479cfe58834.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPT_-gzAJ_wrA641XMDTSzbwjBYRsms0JsuEzdeU4DKHz1u1LZuZ1iEwIyblXC4j3nwbb89AUxrmromQ4pcveHxStAHh5326sreRVosbJXI5RyD7ow7IzgAJ8se12MxZm0t1NbpxB-MGKX/s320/6a00d83451da9169e200e55479cfe58834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281232492529429106" /></a><br /><br />To continue… he had sent me a picture in which he named the jpg attachment. A friend googled this and discovered him on several gay sex cites. I White-paged him and he does not live in Tupelo. The sex cite gels with what I found out. He has a partner and LOVES to play. He may even be something of a hustler that preys on people. And here I was falling for him. WOW. I sure can pick them. So not only am I hurting, but I have to be humiliated to my friends who cannot say anything more sympathetic than I finally bored someone to death. Another friend said that I must be pretty bad if someone has to fake their own death to avoid spending the weekend with me. They all think it is funny – I do not. It is horrible to trust someone and have them shit on you. I guess I will never learn. I think I have finally decided to just stick to sex. It is simply much easier. I should have never thought I could have acutally found someone. I just don't believe it is possible.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-9412506977670968432008-12-08T14:00:00.000-08:002008-12-08T14:15:29.945-08:00MAN UPDATE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPA21zhhkcZKG3-CQb2taug75fU-M8QKsIGkjzWTm66An3jR4twCdwMgZkMvMToETenTOjKzEFSsKKwlGfK7_mvVvSgkGaBZLa-WUNzVw3lCnq4odz3P7P3SYSlboVxY22ZHjeVJ3xo9r-/s1600-h/!cid_C732A6E4-E0E6-4841-BC5B-2212ACE88948%40local.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPA21zhhkcZKG3-CQb2taug75fU-M8QKsIGkjzWTm66An3jR4twCdwMgZkMvMToETenTOjKzEFSsKKwlGfK7_mvVvSgkGaBZLa-WUNzVw3lCnq4odz3P7P3SYSlboVxY22ZHjeVJ3xo9r-/s320/!cid_C732A6E4-E0E6-4841-BC5B-2212ACE88948%40local.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277545660858229730" /></a><br />Just enough time for a quick update. The Boy is coming in town for the weekend and in short, I am smitten. Don't ask for rhyme or reason. There aint none here. I am falling for this one and it scares me to death. I have not totally fallen as I don't really know him and that would be stupid. But I have fallen head over heels in like. Or is it lust? Hmmmmm...... I am very much looking forward to getting to know him. His mother just died, so that precluded any trip to the great crime-ridden city of Memphis this past weekend. I will know more after this weekend. To think that this time last year I was crying over my best friend (for whom I had also fallen at the time) because he was moving to this. WOW! I would have laughed between my sniffles if you had said this would have happened. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQEsvIVwv71a6MTR67xSYssN-aLwMvgT4MYiPnmaPjlQKuz4Do9mRBJQ_uYJ_JzhmQWpwrmcsHCmeVLRQtg4J4DLr6_5KtKFQrRItBMDWFkwIJXlc5A_gzCZ114mHynHoVL9iL52uUF4H/s1600-h/0420+03+23284.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQEsvIVwv71a6MTR67xSYssN-aLwMvgT4MYiPnmaPjlQKuz4Do9mRBJQ_uYJ_JzhmQWpwrmcsHCmeVLRQtg4J4DLr6_5KtKFQrRItBMDWFkwIJXlc5A_gzCZ114mHynHoVL9iL52uUF4H/s320/0420+03+23284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277545841549503170" /></a><br /><br />Now - I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. I tend to be something of a freak magnet. There has got to be a freak in there somewhere. There has to be. Otherwise why would he be attracted to me. A good friend has offered to "vet" my dates for me. So the Boy will summarily be sacrificed for the greater good (mine). I just all of a sudden "see" someone I simply must talk to and off I go and he will get the gentle yet probing third degree. If David can't draw it out of him it must not be there. I will know more this weekend... I will keep you posted. And if you believe in any sort of deity -- please pray this one works out...Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-41708743497688293592008-11-21T06:51:00.000-08:002008-11-21T12:50:44.526-08:00I Think I Found Someone...maybe.Yes, dear readers, you read it right. After the last boy that I thought was great just left me out in the cold, I swore off men. Just like that. I was thru. Until Friday. I was at my local watering hole, the aptly named Pumping Station, when I met this guy. He was on his way out as I was coming in. I found a couple of friends and spoke to them and we made eye contact (and let me just say he is very easy on the eyes). He walked out back to the patio and I went right behind him. He later told me that he wanted to see if I was interested too and if I didn't walk to the patio, that he was out of there. Well I did and I am very glad that I did. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gt9uBRqBynmXHFgx8Ap-QxCOmqvgQpcrDMa6YiKpyCdOo769O5VCSJXa_ReHFRTG1E8iP1e5ZvhL3aJAdetoayWYD7vyjphEHXaELUQKjnZ1hzBkdeIF3zSeFUFR3jhnvIKgAHX99xOG/s1600-h/4H.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gt9uBRqBynmXHFgx8Ap-QxCOmqvgQpcrDMa6YiKpyCdOo769O5VCSJXa_ReHFRTG1E8iP1e5ZvhL3aJAdetoayWYD7vyjphEHXaELUQKjnZ1hzBkdeIF3zSeFUFR3jhnvIKgAHX99xOG/s320/4H.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271215685020539234" /></a><br /><br />The boy lives in Tupelo, Mississippi, which for those of you un-Southern individuals, is a little town almost 2 hours south of Memphis in the middle of nowhere -- I mean, Mississippi. We have chatted quite a bit on the phone and emailed as well and so far, I really like what I know. Of course, I don't really know him after just meeting him, but I am really looking forward to finding out who he is. <br /><br />Now don't get me wrong. I have learned numerous lessons from my freak-dating in the recent past. As I wait for the other shoe to fall, I am going to have this one stamped and verified. I want to know if he has a criminal record and, after Mr. Non-Neurosurgen this summer, I want to see tax records (or at the very least a W-2) as proof of employment. I wish there was a way I could determine if there are any psychological issues...hmmmmmmm. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ghDMwHPOsoGUvmMRvk3J8e7QbuUk9PYl7fqQ3qSm9g5ORUo5TtD3KQ1Ljqn2YC4hjzg5muBCMtgPd_9T2TaZj8Mu9ij84A8hrfoDKc15zUHl4pGTGw7ClSbEtcMMRrCk6CAfTDXmkrfD/s1600-h/eye643.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ghDMwHPOsoGUvmMRvk3J8e7QbuUk9PYl7fqQ3qSm9g5ORUo5TtD3KQ1Ljqn2YC4hjzg5muBCMtgPd_9T2TaZj8Mu9ij84A8hrfoDKc15zUHl4pGTGw7ClSbEtcMMRrCk6CAfTDXmkrfD/s320/eye643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271215966068128690" /></a><br /><br />I don't want to jinx it, but I am a freak-magnet. But I do think it is odd that the right after I swear off men that this one comes along. So far, he has pushed all the right buttons - and that is something that none of the others that I have gone out with have managed to do. We shall see what we shall see. Wish me luck and I will keep you posted...Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-28488753366739975132008-11-11T08:01:00.000-08:002008-11-11T08:20:44.884-08:00Disappointed...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLgF4ghBrx3fTrt7Yn_T6lSDIZIlIXaSnXWJHWFlUHfLaAIX9Fghb09F7QgWm9noSYgyuenQhQJS0-CT9qETl-XNSlg-6z_4Xx6lMqUwRgzh8idSFHpwbVrGQdHrzOWCm3eRD57lSWzs6/s1600-h/0_0_hotnsexy51a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLgF4ghBrx3fTrt7Yn_T6lSDIZIlIXaSnXWJHWFlUHfLaAIX9Fghb09F7QgWm9noSYgyuenQhQJS0-CT9qETl-XNSlg-6z_4Xx6lMqUwRgzh8idSFHpwbVrGQdHrzOWCm3eRD57lSWzs6/s320/0_0_hotnsexy51a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267435254098879922" /></a><br /><br />I am officially disgusted with the creature called the gay man. The short version. I had kinda sorta been seeing this guy as of late. I'm really into this guy. I even dared to believe he might be ... (gasp)... different. Well, he's NOT. We had been seeing each other for about a month and a half. We would hang out and he liked to make out like a fiend in the car or pretty much anywhere else. So I go off to Florida on my little vacation and I call him when I get there. No response that week at all. Then when I return to Memphis, I call to let him know I got back. Still no response. I email asking what is up. He emails me back saying that he has been busy yada, yada, yada and that I did nothing wrong, its just him (bleck). Two of my good friends said to simply walk away. I showed the email to a third friend and she said that he just wasn't that into me. Well, okey dokey. I wish he had let me know that before spending a month and a half with me and making out with me every chance he got. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFd4bvTwwMSDelw_rwb6YSz5wc1l0jXlNehWxTu_dVUzrf6X2FQdHZMZxvPrI2qqKWRbgtG7nCHOMTFnrCKYwpRozyiDk2Up3sdwHdJW51kCaJp2OX8v3vrB89t_LWplsIDlK699gPK7Wx/s1600-h/hunk_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFd4bvTwwMSDelw_rwb6YSz5wc1l0jXlNehWxTu_dVUzrf6X2FQdHZMZxvPrI2qqKWRbgtG7nCHOMTFnrCKYwpRozyiDk2Up3sdwHdJW51kCaJp2OX8v3vrB89t_LWplsIDlK699gPK7Wx/s320/hunk_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267435137115005058" /></a><br /><br />I saw him this past weekend at Mollie Fontaine's and he came up to me and hugged me and asked how I was. I said fine and walked off. Now comes the interesting part. I have discovered that he is FaceBook friends with another guy I know. So I asked my friend how he knows dude and he denies knowing him. Hmmm... Ok. My feeling is since they are friends on FaceBook, someone had to initiate the be-friending and someone had to accept. Two actions - not an accident. So I ask the other guy how he knew him and he, also, denied knowing him. Two denials. YET THEY ARE FRIENDS ON FACEBOOK. I have this gut feeling that they went "bump" in the night one time and are both trying to forget it ever happened OR they still see each other occasionally. At least be honest about it. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKB-flk4stsWLTe4nZFgt0MJ7-_QbAfpUvFoLjNWDaRV62ovCL-rjqA_RbRLqHClog0qf6oQ-nsdCnC-ZWcdGmvb9QytTcLCPF1AlDr_8cLcaPIrfsnJ_H52wqqmk16mKNzqPayP6np8Q/s1600-h/0420+23+Luke+Jericho+5.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKB-flk4stsWLTe4nZFgt0MJ7-_QbAfpUvFoLjNWDaRV62ovCL-rjqA_RbRLqHClog0qf6oQ-nsdCnC-ZWcdGmvb9QytTcLCPF1AlDr_8cLcaPIrfsnJ_H52wqqmk16mKNzqPayP6np8Q/s320/0420+23+Luke+Jericho+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267435560124510146" /></a><br /><br />I swear I have gotten to the point where I trust no one. No one is what they appear. I think I will just stick to sex. It's easier. Speaking of...I want these boys... now. Ok, dear readers - what is your opinion of the situation?Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-88254983229435467462008-10-31T07:38:00.000-07:002008-10-31T08:07:13.006-07:00I'm BAAACK!!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOf6CO3S-ADg3aorhobiTPNaDanWctJfuAiAMVzfXk9eKhG1ho4hJCk21OrXQqKYI2NtsJDI_c05PgNOxd_WoVCnWlAAOkzRXxErYULPA_Dc5MKK9t_LqqXy0SLVC59416xJq7_NVB_Zp/s1600-h/Versace.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOf6CO3S-ADg3aorhobiTPNaDanWctJfuAiAMVzfXk9eKhG1ho4hJCk21OrXQqKYI2NtsJDI_c05PgNOxd_WoVCnWlAAOkzRXxErYULPA_Dc5MKK9t_LqqXy0SLVC59416xJq7_NVB_Zp/s320/Versace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263331523985931506" /></a><br />Well kids, I'm BACK!!! Florida was wonderful. I only stayed a week this time as I had to dogsit one of my best friends creatures (Golden Retrievers) and I wanted to be back by Halloween. Lots of fun. The weather was about half good. It rained cats and dogs for a couple of days I was there. Then there was a couple of sunny days and then it turned cold. My ass can go on a beach just about anytime - EXCEPT when it is 50 degrees out. Brrr... I went to a couple of boy bars and realized how much I missed Memphis in that aspect...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dIWtNKYmVGuHRnbzQ4ToEkl6wYH2tEMoPDuPJWmAX73BADO2QOoFOPUt3PM9o2b68DnWLh-xh7SSKOmiBaj6Tg8-bJ4QvWhyphenhyphenWPZcqoFrtdyMRXq0RzBQU7h1lnKGYaiHrkVVm6-u07H6/s1600-h/APWIconicCowboycan-gay.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dIWtNKYmVGuHRnbzQ4ToEkl6wYH2tEMoPDuPJWmAX73BADO2QOoFOPUt3PM9o2b68DnWLh-xh7SSKOmiBaj6Tg8-bJ4QvWhyphenhyphenWPZcqoFrtdyMRXq0RzBQU7h1lnKGYaiHrkVVm6-u07H6/s320/APWIconicCowboycan-gay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263331692370000466" /></a><br /><br />I had some really good visits with some friends. The most special time was when my friend Jack saw me and said "welcome home". That's when I realized that Sarasota is just as much home for me as Memphis is. I may not have as many friends there but what I lack in quantity, I make up for in quality. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIr2IZ1TrNbZ24uALitvF6qq6r4bCCykUuxn4YoQ-McgzR5GHP5BMZ4bwM54NkdHSgloq9vEvq4OetmE6rSyERTPhKqy7YBtMOPExHrV6_JSeF-kP0-66Pf2xJ2moh352I_1JA6jJUoNm3/s1600-h/b_hottietz0-276x375.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIr2IZ1TrNbZ24uALitvF6qq6r4bCCykUuxn4YoQ-McgzR5GHP5BMZ4bwM54NkdHSgloq9vEvq4OetmE6rSyERTPhKqy7YBtMOPExHrV6_JSeF-kP0-66Pf2xJ2moh352I_1JA6jJUoNm3/s320/b_hottietz0-276x375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263332653407625186" /></a><br /><br />Tonite I am going to my neighbors house for trick or treating and wine drinking. I have never stayed in my hood for Halloween. As it turns out, Halloween is the anniversary of my heart attack. That was 14 years ago today. It has only been in the past couple of years that I have gotten back in the spirit of Halloween and in a lot of ways it is exciting. I am going as the biker from the Village People. We'll see if I am the laughing stock. <br /><br />Check out the pics that I took... all taken by me except for the hot boys, which I wish I could take... :-)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvudJQt5lG-WbEs7NSMvMbR8Jfu7MB5hv6lPZ8-qFieJucTe66MVRxzdsZtl06GeNkOHRDjWM-8ng5ZutfAVMkfnZI_Xir_h1BGE924GOshM7Mf8GBbH2tv9_FTgwfHnk28SJWdHEAwL_x/s1600-h/20081026_108.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvudJQt5lG-WbEs7NSMvMbR8Jfu7MB5hv6lPZ8-qFieJucTe66MVRxzdsZtl06GeNkOHRDjWM-8ng5ZutfAVMkfnZI_Xir_h1BGE924GOshM7Mf8GBbH2tv9_FTgwfHnk28SJWdHEAwL_x/s320/20081026_108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263333473487605650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1Atwsnz4H0LaWTswEfr7Kw3H6YKfS88XPEXCC8OmRc-l7bRXYPW4tQ3VDBwA190vdrRL6fci4-lIy4O_jxclNAydbewb7Hknjayg5y56mufch6pVRRKr5FHgO3gxEK6Bj9SPSAk3MEof/s1600-h/20081026_93.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEfxTKTr_S8ciABvgitD6roY_l-ruoGfcclOOE4RkDcZLuB1PqSrQPYTYLfWPI-ybBMci1EMK927RMKy2RJYldMkIA-6ESKleSgXdUB1TTgRag92thhj2wGDqSFJwKBkPQ5nyH560TjaQ6/s320/20081026_39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263334286312750482" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-53312506932213563642008-10-20T12:44:00.000-07:002008-10-20T12:52:02.954-07:00Life is Sweet!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBSN7IN3sBbYHYHOQeVv3MSqzrjjuDdjNOihCBbwilFXXeGwNGtwNS1unVjA6w3jLhE8DoWhXg7YImn1rIXGNO1pQUbAuIljA6syp-kzZz6gzTa9FhratwJ85QvDgE4a6nvLiSKQ0IGmE/s1600-h/2883055908_9abbb65169.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBSN7IN3sBbYHYHOQeVv3MSqzrjjuDdjNOihCBbwilFXXeGwNGtwNS1unVjA6w3jLhE8DoWhXg7YImn1rIXGNO1pQUbAuIljA6syp-kzZz6gzTa9FhratwJ85QvDgE4a6nvLiSKQ0IGmE/s320/2883055908_9abbb65169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325706259718066" /></a><br />It's that time again! Time to go sit my fat, happy ass on a beach in Florida for a week. I use that term "fat" loosely and advisedly, as I am returning to the Sunshine State about 20 pounds lighter than when I was last there. Can't WAIT to see all my peeps down there. I will post some pics when I return for the one or two readers that still drop by. I am going to work on being a better poster. I'll try hard, but I can't be CB... Now if I can just find me a big hunk of man-meat like these boys, then life will truly be excellent...<br /><br />Later Peeps -- <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2X5ZimJUPpSoB1ZcKIvGaaLtmPr62VsSgieCHOX38jZk9PvgYr-zw5Z5j1V-TbtYOvPqN5DEwtZKnFh5vvMMZWBnAJeEQwpSaYwTxvlggYpW4njqe4p__T6mm3Y9pCwo6UH99lPxD-QVB/s1600-h/6a.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2X5ZimJUPpSoB1ZcKIvGaaLtmPr62VsSgieCHOX38jZk9PvgYr-zw5Z5j1V-TbtYOvPqN5DEwtZKnFh5vvMMZWBnAJeEQwpSaYwTxvlggYpW4njqe4p__T6mm3Y9pCwo6UH99lPxD-QVB/s320/6a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259326078816775346" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-29473487651355463432008-10-09T12:23:00.000-07:002008-10-09T12:34:58.146-07:00Much Ado About Nothing...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgkk2mUWAJsASsx0pG5IztW5bQcF3SkAPyDu5xjbZOqNT__8834X9kJsCMYadS7b2SRYIXI2pDSDu1usyqqkq_XRRBRJ708LvGlljSTMd-TlBQHUvGogHV7YmWaz1yC9vPPTT9nNEh_vq/s1600-h/shower.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgkk2mUWAJsASsx0pG5IztW5bQcF3SkAPyDu5xjbZOqNT__8834X9kJsCMYadS7b2SRYIXI2pDSDu1usyqqkq_XRRBRJ708LvGlljSTMd-TlBQHUvGogHV7YmWaz1yC9vPPTT9nNEh_vq/s320/shower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255237706973319458" /></a><br />Due to the lack of what we in Memphis so quaintly call "baby-daddy-mamma-drama" in my life, I submit a meme for your consideration. (I am SUCH the sucker for these things)<br /><br />---<br /><br /><br />What's going on between you and the last person you kissed? <br />Not sure because I can’t remember who I kissed last…that sounds TOTALLY slutty, I know.<br /><br />What was your worst mistake in your life?<br />Not going to law school OR taking this job – take your pick…<br /><br />Would you get back with your last ex if they asked you?<br />Don’t really have an ex…<br /><br />Name 3 thoughts you have at this exact moment? <br />(a) I’m HUNGRY<br />(b) Looking forward to exercise class tonite<br />(c) It SUCKS to be poor<br /><br />What's something you really want right now, be honest? <br />If I will ever have someone fall in love with me at the same time I fall for them and if I will ever be more than a pauper.<br /><br />Three feelings at the moment? <br />(a) hunger<br />(b) discontentment<br />(c) boredom<br /><br />Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? <br />... as in want to puke b/c nervous? – oddly, I can’t recall one at the moment –I have tried<br />... as in love / crush? – to protect the guilty, we wont go there.<br /><br />Does anything hurt on your body?<br />My knees (get your mind out of the gutter, bitches)<br /><br />What are you listening to right now? <br />not much - -it’s actually kind of quiet here at work…oh, wait – my STUPID co-worker just came in. Now I will be listening to her talk ENDLESSLY without actually saying anything.<br /><br />Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? <br />Not a hole, but close enough<br /><br />Where were you at 2:00 this morning? <br />Safe in my bed asleep…alone<br /><br />Who did you copy this from?<br />Jason L.<br /><br />When was the last time you saw them? <br />Early summer I believe.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FSEICIxW3HYGUJYSZJh5PmgOCLp1cczAYJZg0o28IQGjjltKaCnJYUnFsfEzqwawAueRgQhskaIDtMX97IaAy0pHKANTtk_JNgfd0PkC5931v9ijW_EhChNiYITCSDgryR9Snxl-5aXS/s1600-h/2348710095_c533326af2_o.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FSEICIxW3HYGUJYSZJh5PmgOCLp1cczAYJZg0o28IQGjjltKaCnJYUnFsfEzqwawAueRgQhskaIDtMX97IaAy0pHKANTtk_JNgfd0PkC5931v9ijW_EhChNiYITCSDgryR9Snxl-5aXS/s320/2348710095_c533326af2_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255237994048328962" /></a><br /><br />How well do you know them? <br />More socially than anything else<br /><br />Where’s the weirdest place you've changed clothes? <br />Back of a van.<br /><br />Do you wear glasses? No<br /><br />Who do you love? <br />Right now, just me; friends, family.<br /><br />What's the cd in your player? <br />some old jazz <br /><br />Anything annoying you right now? <br />I think a better question would be – what is not annoying me right now?<br /><br />Anybody you're looking forward to seeing soon? <br />My aunt and friends when I go to Florida in a couple of weeks<br /> <br />Is there a friend particularly that you miss? <br />A dear friend that in town this weekend and went back to Philly.<br /><br />What is your underwear color? <br />Light blue boxers.<br /><br />Anywhere you'd rather be right now? <br />Please…just point to anywhere in the US…<br /><br />Are you going anywhere for the next summer? <br />Probably my usual Florida trips.<br /><br />Do you have plans today? <br />Exercise class tonite followed by a drink at Mollie Fontaine’s<br /><br />Last kiss mean anything? <br />Just good ol fun<br /><br />Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? <br />Sadly, probably Stein-Mart (it’s a dress shirt for work – I have better taste than this … really)<br /><br />What are your chances of getting with your crush? <br />Don’t really have a crush right now…<br /><br />When was the last time you were told you were amazing? <br />Hmmm… let me get back to you on this one…<br /><br />Does anyone love you? <br />Actually, I think so…<br /><br />Do you have many friends? <br />Yes, and I'm grateful for them all.<br /><br />What girl/boy can you tell everything to? <br />Marshall, Lisa and Cindie<br /><br />Do you dance in the car?<br />Yeah, I do… J<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajAZR0UEnDoW-JE429pOhKGj53b1ViUMucUV3KPxW5lYT2ZBYUPlT3DSCkPlZmo5UZ-yPyjM8yOd828KvmyNhEE6-P23b71J_KuKxoYpoI4CRF3U89kB0-2MfOJ4hpp3Fiq7njs5eJeli/s1600-h/thierry%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajAZR0UEnDoW-JE429pOhKGj53b1ViUMucUV3KPxW5lYT2ZBYUPlT3DSCkPlZmo5UZ-yPyjM8yOd828KvmyNhEE6-P23b71J_KuKxoYpoI4CRF3U89kB0-2MfOJ4hpp3Fiq7njs5eJeli/s320/thierry%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255238197905147874" /></a><br /><br />******** Part Deux***************** <br />Do you have any big plans for November?<br />Thanksgiving at Lisa’s house<br />Being off for the holidays<br />Enjoying the fall<br /><br /><br />What upcoming event are you most looking forward to?<br />My 40th birthday – I plan to go to Philly and New York<br /><br />What was the last song you heard?<br />”Walking on Broken Glass”<br /><br />What time did you wake up today?<br />6am<br /><br />What does your last incoming text say?<br />I do not text.<br /><br />Is there a vase in the room you're in?<br />Somewhere, but it does NOTHING for this dump I in which I find myself…<br /><br /><br />Have you recently been insulted?<br />Not that I can recall…<br /><br />Are there people you feel more connected to than others?<br />Yes, absolutely.<br /><br />Are you more like your mother or your father?<br />Both actually – I have the good qualities of both, but my dad likes to say that I have my Mom’s WORST characteristics, which reallllly pisses me off.<br /><br />Describe the pants you are wearing:<br />Flat-front khakis<br /><br />Are any of your myspace pictures alcohol related?<br />Are you kidding?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPY0kMZHJ-Ft92IxEOnikCDqQWr20xhrqyliEIEJsRiU1zoyKEzkzJ5mgrHGyO7l4NBoLvomv_qoUcmo4L9A3nT7bibhY9ngKgHQFe5XVMZVQEncKwuACYyXYFIxSxte4IPv9z_FZhd4kM/s1600-h/jensen-ackles.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPY0kMZHJ-Ft92IxEOnikCDqQWr20xhrqyliEIEJsRiU1zoyKEzkzJ5mgrHGyO7l4NBoLvomv_qoUcmo4L9A3nT7bibhY9ngKgHQFe5XVMZVQEncKwuACYyXYFIxSxte4IPv9z_FZhd4kM/s320/jensen-ackles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255238711746123106" /></a><br /><br />What were you most recently happy about?<br />I had a wonderful walk at lunch…<br /><br />Are you a fan of cake?<br />All kinds – but in particular strawberry and carrot cake<br /><br />Are you shy?<br />I actually am in some situations.<br /><br /><br />Do you like music?<br />Absolutely! It is a reflection of the soul…<br /><br />When was the last time you stepped in a church?<br />Sunday <br /><br />Have you ever seen the movie Little Miss Sunshine?<br />LOVED it!!<br /><br />Ever been snow-mobiling?<br />Nope<br /><br />Ever played lazer tag?<br />Yep!<br /><br />Ever been in a car wreck?<br />Yep! AND the fucktard left the scene!<br /><br />Favorite fruit?<br />Oranges<br /><br />Your favorite thing to drink on a hot summer day?<br />Beer<br /><br />What was the weather like today?<br />Sunny and cool<br /><br />Last thing you drank?<br />Water<br /><br />Who was your FIRST prom date?<br />Chris Rodgers<br /><br />Do you still talk to your FIRST love?<br />Sure do.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-hvHJ7cex_wHdhMYXwv4uT1-KrrfO_aMUfHo4zbfZXoBES-SoakVZxzaEwzwDAwNEb7UxjPJaQRv7xfo-SCB53LfuDXud_5GufjVyr76g_gIz0OyfV95mKwn-2YOtYinjGuuzT_FIhA9/s1600-h/hunk1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-hvHJ7cex_wHdhMYXwv4uT1-KrrfO_aMUfHo4zbfZXoBES-SoakVZxzaEwzwDAwNEb7UxjPJaQRv7xfo-SCB53LfuDXud_5GufjVyr76g_gIz0OyfV95mKwn-2YOtYinjGuuzT_FIhA9/s320/hunk1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255238420822783554" /></a><br /><br />What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?<br />Beer <br /><br />Where was your FIRST job?<br />Chic-fil-A. Still love there food…<br /><br />What was your FIRST car?<br />1979 Datsun hatchback, beige.<br /><br />Who was the FIRST person to text you today?<br />Again – do not text<br /><br />Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?<br />Whatever idiot that was on the morning news.<br /><br />Who was your FIRST grade teacher?<br />Mrs. Holt<br /><br />Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?<br />Don’t remember… I was so young…<br /><br />Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them?<br />Mike, from childhood… and no.<br /><br />What was your FIRST sport played?<br />It should read “first and only” – soccer. I don’t like to get sweaty. Actually, I do, but… <br /><br />Where was your FIRST sleep over?<br />My house, I think<br /><br />Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?<br />My mom<br /><br />Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?<br />My aunt Janet’s when I was 4yrs old<br /><br />What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?<br />Peed. Well, you asked… <br /><br /><br />**********Part Trois*******<br /><br />Whose birthday is coming up?<br />Amy’s<br /><br />Last time someone has given you butterflies?<br />About two weeks ago.<br /><br />Do you have nice eyes?<br />I sure do.<br /><br />What is something you need to go shopping for?<br />New fall clothes<br /><br />Were you happy when you woke up?<br />I was grumpy.<br /><br />What song are you listening to?<br />Some classical piece on Public Radio<br /><br />When was the last time you smiled?<br />Little bit ago<br /><br />What woke you up this morning?<br />My stupid alarm clock.<br /><br />Is your Myspace profile private?<br />it is.<br /><br />What color is your toothbrush?<br />Green and white<br /><br />Whats the last thing you purchased?<br />A really cool shirt on eBay.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtoT_mAxGMG9BVYgCcRG-HKRC1g5dodNsf1_HcjfuAZQKkNwuXQhAg99uCzlD0eauERpUVp4VTDW7Yqex1BQVe0aLW7JeiJu8ytxkVtcSffk12qGmhuk2xpCRtLDMjSJCHDY-dM3Zli5S/s1600-h/201530895_71333dfc21.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtoT_mAxGMG9BVYgCcRG-HKRC1g5dodNsf1_HcjfuAZQKkNwuXQhAg99uCzlD0eauERpUVp4VTDW7Yqex1BQVe0aLW7JeiJu8ytxkVtcSffk12qGmhuk2xpCRtLDMjSJCHDY-dM3Zli5S/s320/201530895_71333dfc21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255239756613784386" /></a><br /><br /><br />Favorite clothing store?<br />Wow, it depends.The Buckle, Lansky, Lux, Tommy Bahama, Baer's Den<br /><br />What is the reason behind your MySpace song?<br />I have old TV themes on my MySpace. Harkens back to a better time…<br /><br />Are you talking to anyone while doing this?<br />Nope.<br /><br />Have you ever played an instrument?<br />I butchered the trumpet when I was younger.<br /><br />What were you doing last night at 11?<br />Had dinner with a dear friend and was getting ready for bed.<br /><br />Do you think you're wasting your time on the person you like?<br />Not at all<br /><br />Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with J?<br />Hell yeah.<br /><br />What’s the strangest thing you have heard today?<br />Something my coworker was saying about a donkey being shot killed in Jackson, Tennessee because it rammed a police car and the tranquilizers didn’t work. I mean. WTF???<br /><br />Name some people that made you laugh yesterday:<br />Teresa and Marshall<br /><br />How late did you stay up last night and why?<br />until about 11pm – went to bed as soon as I came home<br /><br />What was the last thing you ate?<br />Half of a turkey sandwich<br /><br />Have you ever made out in a public bathroom stall?<br />yep<br /><br />Do you get distracted easily?<br />Sometimes<br /><br />What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?<br />Brushed my teeth<br /><br />Are you jealous of someone?<br />Only those with more money than me.<br /><br />Have you ever gone out with someone cause you felt sorry for them?<br />I have never given a pity date before, and I'm sure I've probably gotten one or two before as well.<br /><br />Would you rather go camping or to a five star hotel?<br />A five star…Why, you buying???<br /><br />Who do you blame for your bad mood today?<br />My STUPID co-worker who has Head-Up-Ass Syndrome.<br /><br />What is your current mood?<br />bleck<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bneubfCBJ0UQOwPaxawihkiTo4wQu-02zkrV_ylxNfFXd9A859ozIcBoJk7ZppoZ4Z-YZXqoVn8xOdvZWEYMaW77ZilkiOfhlOHCbozG7QAiyIStNZcPKJoXqI7-ZtxJryOgLauov6Pl/s1600-h/RA-138723.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bneubfCBJ0UQOwPaxawihkiTo4wQu-02zkrV_ylxNfFXd9A859ozIcBoJk7ZppoZ4Z-YZXqoVn8xOdvZWEYMaW77ZilkiOfhlOHCbozG7QAiyIStNZcPKJoXqI7-ZtxJryOgLauov6Pl/s320/RA-138723.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255239013907792386" /></a><br /><br />Ever had a surprise birthday party?<br />Actually, no<br /><br />Do you prefer to take showers in the morning or night?<br />Anytime, or both <br /><br />Last time you told someone you loved them?<br />Couple of days ago when my friend went home.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-60747141456796316962008-10-08T14:16:00.000-07:002008-10-08T14:27:51.566-07:00I'm a Pissy Bitch...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLielHOIPYkoAJz_AQC5pvwvdNmy2HAnV50k3lC0G6hr-gVYFl0xx7Q-1RLu3eA3K-PwM4mzwtFB5jpOdbxOMbIbHMQiGHP43ZoXU0YGsa3Mb8sL3POTdkmU88NvVxJQeI0c6utitVJQW4/s1600-h/Boxer.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLielHOIPYkoAJz_AQC5pvwvdNmy2HAnV50k3lC0G6hr-gVYFl0xx7Q-1RLu3eA3K-PwM4mzwtFB5jpOdbxOMbIbHMQiGHP43ZoXU0YGsa3Mb8sL3POTdkmU88NvVxJQeI0c6utitVJQW4/s320/Boxer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254897504419432066" /></a><br /><br />I have officially HAD it with people. I have discovered that I just plain don't like them. Just now, I was in the breakroom talking with a coworker. We were the only ones in there, so I was speaking in a normal tone of voice. Some goofturd intern walks in and goes to the snack machine to get something that will make him even fatter. So, not wanting the whole world to know of what I was speaking, I lower my voice. My friend does the same. After we conclude the conversation, we are giggling and walking off. Goofturd proceeds to inform us that "its not polite to whisper, people". WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!? Who in the FUCK does he think he is?!?!?!? I was not speaking to him because I do not nor do I ever want to know this little fucktard with Head Up Ass Syndrome. God Almighty.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJ1CtURPW41olIxJDsmMqd7oDJLZ0cB6tODeaxQBB12DdBTo8Cw3YPSdZTwvOwIytSJvxEOJfC-LD2veIBye70kTNMbZfqY3MdNzDHSRCoFNdc1TG1nlf9FQ4q5ZY6eZ8UHBmY3VCveBF/s1600-h/tr14st.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJ1CtURPW41olIxJDsmMqd7oDJLZ0cB6tODeaxQBB12DdBTo8Cw3YPSdZTwvOwIytSJvxEOJfC-LD2veIBye70kTNMbZfqY3MdNzDHSRCoFNdc1TG1nlf9FQ4q5ZY6eZ8UHBmY3VCveBF/s320/tr14st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254897262647280018" /></a><br /><br />Not to mention that I cannot STAND bad drivers. I seem to have encountered EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IN MEMPHIS today. And I have not even gone home yet where I am sure I will encounter more of these boils on the butt of humanity. I have been pissy all day over stupid people, but the intern just took the cake. I just need to breathe deeply ... and get laid...preferably by one of these. Yeah, that would make me feel better...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGXmNGU3jlGyfsnbugkJg3gzX8mDTGn7GO86wr8Wt0qnBHEXYMIr6qB4DbCwT12cYJrsk2wYpgEHBqvS9zy4Tm_fDWbqPswIfbEbgZcX7K_3trNYYJKk3OUv97_RxOjieDa7jJI1k0vd0d/s1600-h/1cf6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGXmNGU3jlGyfsnbugkJg3gzX8mDTGn7GO86wr8Wt0qnBHEXYMIr6qB4DbCwT12cYJrsk2wYpgEHBqvS9zy4Tm_fDWbqPswIfbEbgZcX7K_3trNYYJKk3OUv97_RxOjieDa7jJI1k0vd0d/s320/1cf6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254897142668469042" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-55150875607467626302008-10-03T07:51:00.001-07:002008-10-03T08:01:08.006-07:00I'm A Happy Bitch...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGkfMcb4cDBXQhfdr_Rh691ZIqKGxqFBJ8rThKaZ8dPKsVew_tQfpY_iDdWHiprQK8wziL3f73wqT2hTVxee9hcvHDseZT9EbJqabm1vzApqjK1KUsXo3g5ipdS4YrigDvlWDhnfe6niK/s1600-h/2883060848_39716e0ece.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGkfMcb4cDBXQhfdr_Rh691ZIqKGxqFBJ8rThKaZ8dPKsVew_tQfpY_iDdWHiprQK8wziL3f73wqT2hTVxee9hcvHDseZT9EbJqabm1vzApqjK1KUsXo3g5ipdS4YrigDvlWDhnfe6niK/s320/2883060848_39716e0ece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252942348049939954" /></a><br /><br />Well, not too terribly much to report new in my life...except that I have lost another 2 pounds! That brings my grand total to 18 so far. I am hoping to loose at least another 10 if I can. I have been lifting weights like a fiend, so my actual weight may not go down that far. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigR6WKWzfgkKGzIaZdEVIuZn5xWGBDiOrF77oGqD2noZ9OVLie-aG5141OlCYxMMJbJj5e_rkDtXDPjmEZTaJhvgrscArSUYK25_z8CtAS9BJYamNroPuzix4jBuR6D__jwo6p4WtPDEWK/s1600-h/eye643.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigR6WKWzfgkKGzIaZdEVIuZn5xWGBDiOrF77oGqD2noZ9OVLie-aG5141OlCYxMMJbJj5e_rkDtXDPjmEZTaJhvgrscArSUYK25_z8CtAS9BJYamNroPuzix4jBuR6D__jwo6p4WtPDEWK/s320/eye643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252942346873827378" /></a><br /><br />On other fronts...so looking forward to this weekend. My bestest friend is coming in town from Philly and I can't wait to see him tonight. I have this feeling there are going to be a couple of late nights clubbing and drinking for us drunks. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBKUfRaUOHOiCwPHWssWmTRxmkGB1B0svNcps0LaBgKapcY6uJmGdlyKFmhM0doJJLlnTtk88EHZ17hsYhThyJfZ3EwCxOvs94ZcYXXsFQ-MJIKSYTtkttbWMmBmndzJtdCrcNgUxkziW/s1600-h/latin21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBKUfRaUOHOiCwPHWssWmTRxmkGB1B0svNcps0LaBgKapcY6uJmGdlyKFmhM0doJJLlnTtk88EHZ17hsYhThyJfZ3EwCxOvs94ZcYXXsFQ-MJIKSYTtkttbWMmBmndzJtdCrcNgUxkziW/s320/latin21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252942344154573426" /></a><br /><br />Also, we in the great city of Memphis (not) will have a big art and craft fair that hopefully I can go to on Sunday (if I am not too tired from partying). That's about it folks. Told you...nothing too exciting.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-48842687380903734702008-09-24T07:15:00.000-07:002008-09-24T08:12:23.677-07:00PISSED as HELL!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWj3YnPWsOufvabXAgnla3ZZsv8vWzQ1jwJdOf5zpKlNz4fkP_a7Om8KxTyOYCW1zInGZcYZm_mhb7LxTVrapavemtOo-401ktbPJzN4RCbn5XrrX3x1F-xRqyUJLpKFPqfiaLMiFeDu-/s1600-h/2317286218_49a4d38913_o.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWj3YnPWsOufvabXAgnla3ZZsv8vWzQ1jwJdOf5zpKlNz4fkP_a7Om8KxTyOYCW1zInGZcYZm_mhb7LxTVrapavemtOo-401ktbPJzN4RCbn5XrrX3x1F-xRqyUJLpKFPqfiaLMiFeDu-/s320/2317286218_49a4d38913_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249604142204360114" /></a><br /><br />It's official. I'm taking on Big Oil. Just you sit down a minute and let me tell you what happened to me. Two Monday nights ago, I was visiting my parents for dinner in Bartlett, Tennessee (a small city almost completely surrounded my the wretched city of Memphis). Anyzort, I needed to get gas for the car and my mom told me to go to Citgo (since they have the cheapest gas around) and put money on a gift card. If you do this and use the gift card at the pump, you get an additional .03 or more off the price of the gas. So she lent me her card and I hauled ass up there and put some money on her card and got gas. Then (idiot me) went back in the store and said I would like one of those cards. Dude said he couldn't just give me one - that I would have to put some money on it. I gave him a 20 and he gave me the card. I figured that since I just filled up, that I could wait till the next Monday (the 22nd) and use the card. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8leifraIgird6CEXbBOjWtW4C-UGB35JpIUXpHTiFq3EPpAhsB6pgs2Ue8Yt1cXWKzUVJDQho1TJOGjdWc6mBPRQ-gAL1JAMBZhsqiXY4mVT9CkbWqfFjBBHegME-1O-lED15eWMXN7M/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8leifraIgird6CEXbBOjWtW4C-UGB35JpIUXpHTiFq3EPpAhsB6pgs2Ue8Yt1cXWKzUVJDQho1TJOGjdWc6mBPRQ-gAL1JAMBZhsqiXY4mVT9CkbWqfFjBBHegME-1O-lED15eWMXN7M/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249603874560720866" /></a><br /><br />Well, Monday rolls around, I go to Citgo and try (note I said try) to use said card. The attendant tells me the card is empty, which is impossible since I HAVEN'T USED IT. So Dickweed tells me, very curtly, to call the manager. Poor little Dickweed... he has no idea who he is fucking with and how far I can take things. So I think there is maybe ONE chance that there was a mistake. Perhaps I have given the wrong card to my mom. I go back to their house and she pulls out her card, which she has not used. I call the 800 number on the back and it says both cards have a 0 balance. I'm good and pissed now as I have lost $20.00. I figure either they are going to refund my $20.00 or I am going to take at least $20.00 of their time and effort. So, the next day, I call the 800 number and they ... wait for it... tell me that both cards have been used previously. Again I try to explain to Dickweed's brother Dickwad that that was not possible. Dickwad said that I was given a used card!!!! I wanted to know how in FUCKING HELL it was used when I saw Dickweed pick it up off the stack and break the attachment off and run it. It was NOT a reloaded card. He maintained that it was. Dickwad said they will do some sort of "investigation" and they will get back with me in 7-10 bidness days. I am SOOOO far from being satisfied.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2bA3YqgFnp-emBErQCzfG4xCkw7dVLvg1Tuw2Rat8dHAUhbKX1cYSRiPRhNmyPUH90dlOlAf5GzDqsNBWsf5EiQEtDYmOv8PE9cAXV31-PBRjL2z_xtS5FnGd-wZlN12aBGvyLkdmlVW/s1600-h/vv.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2bA3YqgFnp-emBErQCzfG4xCkw7dVLvg1Tuw2Rat8dHAUhbKX1cYSRiPRhNmyPUH90dlOlAf5GzDqsNBWsf5EiQEtDYmOv8PE9cAXV31-PBRjL2z_xtS5FnGd-wZlN12aBGvyLkdmlVW/s320/vv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249604543832870498" /></a><br /><br />Then I ask for the number of the Regional Manager for Citgo, who was actually very nice. He contacted the local manager who promised to go thru all the register tapes. This was yesterday. As I am typing this - at this moment - I just got a call from the local manager. She says that she can only find one card on the tapes and nothing on the other one. I'm thinking the card didn't take when Dickweed swiped it. She claims up and down that that can't POSSIBLY be the case. AND GET THIS! She says that perhaps my mom got the card with the $20.00 on it and THREW IT AWAY BY MISTAKE. She does not know my mother. Mistakes are something my mother never makes. So as of now, I have been screwed out of my money by the big oil company. For the record, I will NEVER step foot in another Citgo in my natural lifetime. And beware... if some Dickweed or Dickwad says to put money down on a "gift" card...DON'T. The only "gift" you will get is screwed (without the benefit of lubricant). Now, I just need to relax and think about what it would be like to run my tongue all over the chests of these hot boys...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXE3R_SuV7eiknD53kvxdz4VktqBrTGzsvdC1kdmE9qZgEE1gXSmJ3j1LSNZZ3KzJv4rUGaQuB_dwijrjgyfc-6NvSOK7BHl_zYVxSjkFvBJByN8BwkkJZroffEUObz3GG5lhtDIqzJ9a/s1600-h/topedc%252520%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXE3R_SuV7eiknD53kvxdz4VktqBrTGzsvdC1kdmE9qZgEE1gXSmJ3j1LSNZZ3KzJv4rUGaQuB_dwijrjgyfc-6NvSOK7BHl_zYVxSjkFvBJByN8BwkkJZroffEUObz3GG5lhtDIqzJ9a/s320/topedc%252520%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249604720416266098" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-85662451153403334752008-09-17T07:08:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:55:49.836-07:00I'm On My Way to Being a Skinny Bitch!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mCHqfPj75fisqPFmKhH52l4BT-4EKQhqYAiFo0GI3qrNgBfVHqvIRzQY2WxbrgP3krogCYwEkThOEcZn7B_0VPKsIha4a3P6it3Lp1syelfXe9ewIW4J9Fr4OVnJ4qCuD0veeHFMvOrb/s1600-h/1572150953_420fbbbba5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mCHqfPj75fisqPFmKhH52l4BT-4EKQhqYAiFo0GI3qrNgBfVHqvIRzQY2WxbrgP3krogCYwEkThOEcZn7B_0VPKsIha4a3P6it3Lp1syelfXe9ewIW4J9Fr4OVnJ4qCuD0veeHFMvOrb/s320/1572150953_420fbbbba5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247003530048313746" /></a><br /><br />I am so fucking proud of myself!!!!!!! Last night I went to exercise class and weighed myself for the first time in two weeks. Since starting the SugarBusters diet on August 11th, I have lost a total of 16 pounds!!! YAY ME!! AND it has been relatively painless. When I went to the doctor a couple of months ago, I weighed 197. That was the most I have ever weighed in my life. Now I am down to 181! I am a total fan of SugarBusters. Most of it is common sense. Essentially you can't eat anything with sugar in it as sugar is the devil. I thought that this task would be nearly impossible and if, in fact, possible then damn restrictive. Neither has proven to be true. The truth is that the things that you can't eat are very few. They essentially want you to eat foods in their pure form and not processed -- foods that are low to middle on the glycemic index. The glycemic index measures how fast foods turn into sugar once you ingest them. How fast they turn into sugar depends on the insulin release which is directly correlated to weight gain. And I would not call this a low-carb diet as I am eating bread at every meal. It was hard to find a whole grain bread that didn't have sugar as one of the top three ingredients, but I did (Nature's Own 7 Grain) -- and it was actually quite good. Of course, I did have to give up beer. Sadly, beer is what got me in the shape (so to speak) that I am in now. BUT I have been drinking wine - red and white. And since I love wine, this is not a problem. Now if the diet had said no drinking at all, I think I would have to kill myself. Like most people I know, alcohol is the glue that holds my universe together... OH -- AND I get to eat chocolate - dark chocolate which I LOVE. The book has a list of super foods that they say we are supposed to eat whenever we can. It includes things that are very beneficial in terms of fatty acids and antioxidants - mostly common sense stuff - and dark chocolate with more than 60% cocoa is one of them. So that satisfies my sweet tooth. There is NOTHING IN THE WORLD, (except sex) more satisfying than having red wine and dark chocolate together. Oh, the flavor. But I digresseth... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vzsgD-cVjQFcJJ9oJ1HA22xQwASpPpujP1HnsnL6i1Gh6UHw7uFQjYfSDvFv2MDoX5M-Hf633gQXLw3_oyw1HCNTOJ62k6Qb5NCOsGoz1zWnBf6KhyLLP0UjPA4kZ5RK5gv4jVPmQgQF/s1600-h/hot%252Bbody1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vzsgD-cVjQFcJJ9oJ1HA22xQwASpPpujP1HnsnL6i1Gh6UHw7uFQjYfSDvFv2MDoX5M-Hf633gQXLw3_oyw1HCNTOJ62k6Qb5NCOsGoz1zWnBf6KhyLLP0UjPA4kZ5RK5gv4jVPmQgQF/s320/hot%252Bbody1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247003535141228114" /></a><br /><br />They are also real big on portion control. If you think about it, we Americans eat so freaking MUCH. Since I have started watching the amount of food I eat, I find that it takes less to make me feel full. And I eat several little meals all day long to keep the metabolism going (mine, in particular, is painfully slow and needs its worthless ass whipped into shape -- that sounds dirty - heehee). Add to that I have been working out at a Group Fitness program called Group Power. It is a one hour long barbell class that works each of the major muscle groups. I am actually getting thinner and gaining muscle, something I have never done in my entire life. And I cannot tell you how much better I feel, both physically and emotionally. People can tell you all day long you look like you have lost weight, but nothing compares to the feeling of going up a belt notch or buying a shirt a size down from what you normally wear. Someone should put that feeling in pill form and we would solve America's crack problem. Anyhoo -- that's the latest with me. I'll keep you posted. One of these days, I am going to look like these bois...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKttR03l4VjN1H0V2SjOW7Np0nsIS1VOz3ZGa_QJO2KNKRz86HTTP0g65tTKbaVSXLEhgOKqm6zGvG9pOxEqhfnU1FYJql6Zu7DKHkCXAX5F5rUuahr1V15jVia2ybPHyHo00IwXGJQNK4/s1600-h/furry9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKttR03l4VjN1H0V2SjOW7Np0nsIS1VOz3ZGa_QJO2KNKRz86HTTP0g65tTKbaVSXLEhgOKqm6zGvG9pOxEqhfnU1FYJql6Zu7DKHkCXAX5F5rUuahr1V15jVia2ybPHyHo00IwXGJQNK4/s320/furry9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247003535632266130" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-20697592930778457092008-09-12T09:18:00.000-07:002008-09-12T11:58:55.039-07:00Hat, sir...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84SN_BMmRsIj6udK9MAoiEtf9dUGX-D0dfaAsWyGuf7QKyGKwmCQGKFJ2giIKDC841s5-T2zDoVVq1gNX1TlowpcCZwjcPmDDplQm5ANegD4Y6BKbbgpjo8k-UQLRRAR_PjEFqNxQvg5c/s1600-h/501002562_6c32a19715.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84SN_BMmRsIj6udK9MAoiEtf9dUGX-D0dfaAsWyGuf7QKyGKwmCQGKFJ2giIKDC841s5-T2zDoVVq1gNX1TlowpcCZwjcPmDDplQm5ANegD4Y6BKbbgpjo8k-UQLRRAR_PjEFqNxQvg5c/s320/501002562_6c32a19715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245210533978428674" /></a><br />The funniest thing happened to me last night. I went up to my favorite gay haunt, Mollie Fontaine Lounge. I went early to visit my bartender friend at the bar and we chatted it UP and discovered that we are about to be neighbors. A really good friend of mine came in after he went to the Outflix movie (annual gay film festival here in Baghdad on the Bluff). So we were upstairs drinking and making merry when the DJ, Steve Anne, shows up to start spinning the tunes. He comes in with some guy wearing a grey fedora hat. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGm-8YzhwsSlOnzmKbIw7tOjiIKbQujTZIfMbJ6ZSP5V6ps6RNa_ot04Yd0PvKOKis1S-BLHIIw-9LmQnewtsAL1oy49C1E8psSaqDBX9MypxselslgHhUZAHzJXuiP0fc2xL-0W40YBx/s1600-h/furry3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGm-8YzhwsSlOnzmKbIw7tOjiIKbQujTZIfMbJ6ZSP5V6ps6RNa_ot04Yd0PvKOKis1S-BLHIIw-9LmQnewtsAL1oy49C1E8psSaqDBX9MypxselslgHhUZAHzJXuiP0fc2xL-0W40YBx/s320/furry3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245210804231001298" /></a><br />Charlie makes the comment that he doesn't like those hats and that he wishes people wouldn't wear them anymore, especially kids these days. I took umbrage and said I really like them. He said they were stupid looking. I asked the guy if I could see his hat for a second. There was someone right behind me so him being tall and all he just leaned over and put it on my head. I told Charlie see, hats are cool and that I can wear a hat well and that he probably could too because he has a good hat head. He pronounced it was "acceptable". I returned the hat and went back to drinking. As I was leaving, the guard was walking me to my car and said isn't that cool that Steve Anne brought in the lead singer of the B52s, Fred Schneider. Said he was wearing the funky hat. I almost shat myself. That is so like me...to have a brush with greatness and not even know it. Le sigh...Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-56753712894249494692008-09-11T07:12:00.000-07:002008-09-11T13:38:04.523-07:00UnAmerican Family Association<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqJh9VFE6K0gfX-e_dDvuCj8J_nicaFxoMIHdVu_AAaXlCmksnBH9edLa0wSaxCsklU1AyOqh-HJPZeas3oG5rJmpbOpP-pEqBN5LzDAEzXqRBN8miC1EdZEhK0QEG3RX87kttCX6DRRQ/s1600-h/serviette06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqJh9VFE6K0gfX-e_dDvuCj8J_nicaFxoMIHdVu_AAaXlCmksnBH9edLa0wSaxCsklU1AyOqh-HJPZeas3oG5rJmpbOpP-pEqBN5LzDAEzXqRBN8miC1EdZEhK0QEG3RX87kttCX6DRRQ/s320/serviette06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244865729678661730" /></a><br /><br />You wanna hear something scary? Awhile back, in my Yahoo inbox, I got this "update" from the American Family Association. For those of you out there that are unaware of this insidious organization and its activities, humor me and read the following from Wikipedia<br /><br /><em>The AFA defines itself as "a Christian organization promoting the biblical ethic of decency in American society with primary emphasis on TV and other media" It pursues its views and other issues through a number of activism efforts, including boycotts, "action alert" e-mails, publications on the AFA's web sites or in the AFA Journal, broadcasts on American Family Radio, and lobbying. The legal efforts previously promoted by the AFA Center for Law and Policy were eliminated in 2007. Chief among its efforts were the recognition of Christmas in seasonal print advertisements; the criminalization of homosexuality; lobbying against same-sex marriage, and in opposition of equal-rights and hate-crime legislation that would include sexual orientation and gender identity under categories already protected and advocating censorship of print and electronic media.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg363L2gNhfeC23Se8IQH2vVaVoMn0DNUMu9mWhJi6gmmGWvQA65BxviCBXFuCi6AyzJ5tEeiV3oVG1NEPn3Q8JU-bF_7Q7D8vKCRDqD0wMq4TbwsIQWO568eWNWrGLpPeifa7QlxjYdjnQ/s1600-h/furry38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg363L2gNhfeC23Se8IQH2vVaVoMn0DNUMu9mWhJi6gmmGWvQA65BxviCBXFuCi6AyzJ5tEeiV3oVG1NEPn3Q8JU-bF_7Q7D8vKCRDqD0wMq4TbwsIQWO568eWNWrGLpPeifa7QlxjYdjnQ/s320/furry38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244864776332717778" /></a><br /><br />The organization has an annual budget of roughly US$14 million and owns 180 American Family Radio stations in 28 states.<br /><br />The AFA has boycotted multiple organizations for various reasons, most often relating to Christmas controversies, pornography, support of pro-choice activism, and support of LGBT activism, including same-sex partner employee benefits. These organizations include: 7-Eleven, Abercrombie & Fitch, American Airlines, American Girl, Blockbuster Video, Burger King, Calvin Klein, Carl's Jr., Clorox, Crest, Ford, Kmart, Kraft Foods, S. C. Johnson & Son, Movie Gallery, Microsoft, MTV, Mary Kay, NutriSystem, Old Navy, IKEA, Sears, Pampers, Procter & Gamble, Target, Tide, and Walt Disney Company.</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXDsnoU-ImOb5xrhGD2ZZzi29ychkYvGUqpyTReozpe0ZSVzUwmTQbUn7MtWHIyzoVMTlVBgkMO8eECuzq763T5oPM8FTLQ0mD5wkGaELsCNpMMfbtV4lKJgHca-Ad0ILALglfh8YwcxC/s1600-h/guys18owboy-Posters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXDsnoU-ImOb5xrhGD2ZZzi29ychkYvGUqpyTReozpe0ZSVzUwmTQbUn7MtWHIyzoVMTlVBgkMO8eECuzq763T5oPM8FTLQ0mD5wkGaELsCNpMMfbtV4lKJgHca-Ad0ILALglfh8YwcxC/s320/guys18owboy-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244864789647161442" /></a><br /><br />The reason I was getting updates is because a small-minded acquaintance, whom I can't remember at the moment, sent me their "call-to-action" as it were back some time ago, assuming that I was as small-minded as they were and would act accordingly. Since I was basically unfamiliar with the organization, I did a little research and found that they essentially hate gay people. No other words for it -- plain ol hate. Lets not sugar coat it and call a spade a spade. The call-to-action was to use their site to email some company and tell them how disgusted I was that they supported same-sex benefits. Naturally, this pissed me off royally. So I did exactly what they asked me too. I pulled up, on the AFA site mind you, the link to email and proceeded to tell the company how PROUD I was of them for offering same-sex benefits and how I was NOT going to boycott them and that I do not support the AFA and its hate-filled values. I hope they actually read the email and didn't delete it when they saw it came from the AFA site. I certainly wouldn't blame them if they did, but I can't do anything about that. So I got to thinking, what better way to undermine these idiots than to use their website against them? I continue to get updates, they continue piss me off, but they also make me realize that I can do something, even on the smallest of levels - like sending an email of support - to make a change for the better.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-6130764127942303642008-09-04T06:36:00.000-07:002008-09-04T07:07:17.214-07:00I Am FREAKING in LOVE !!!!!!!<a href="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j186/DonaldDouglas/Americaneocon/palin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j186/DonaldDouglas/Americaneocon/palin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And that husband of hers is is soooo cute...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWM6WbmSEZxanMb_BQyHrx3bSiDcYmuXrhB1OijmpBxvQfalClZDFWBG-9_aXZo7lPSEcieUcV4aI-AExZf6Sj7iY9ZRWaLXBwrWTwdf11sVoet_YCcls0n63fAwsueWOVbaXQSyuorLP/s1600-h/palin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWM6WbmSEZxanMb_BQyHrx3bSiDcYmuXrhB1OijmpBxvQfalClZDFWBG-9_aXZo7lPSEcieUcV4aI-AExZf6Sj7iY9ZRWaLXBwrWTwdf11sVoet_YCcls0n63fAwsueWOVbaXQSyuorLP/s320/palin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242166335881833522" /></a><br /><br />Not to mention that SMOKING hot hockey playing boyfriend... I could get sweaty with him NO PROBLEM. WOOF!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-ilj13BcLLiSdoLiRo17P8A5PONPNLBr4Kz8vn3OPbfTWWh2pkYeC8I3RF3OBcmwVvz23tCOn73-h-tDu5TVCqSPE9s3hpV0k9AoTi7TrE1EGJGOdW_HG1mW2qMLrXQvy-Yz9sWE1TOH/s1600-h/02_levi_lgl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-ilj13BcLLiSdoLiRo17P8A5PONPNLBr4Kz8vn3OPbfTWWh2pkYeC8I3RF3OBcmwVvz23tCOn73-h-tDu5TVCqSPE9s3hpV0k9AoTi7TrE1EGJGOdW_HG1mW2qMLrXQvy-Yz9sWE1TOH/s320/02_levi_lgl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242167289267615698" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-13163089143944186802008-09-03T07:15:00.000-07:002008-09-03T07:35:00.810-07:00Memphis Hurricane Names<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0ymLewQkJGwovwyfFZ-yy2Pt_CGjBt5_G1FG3XTgzFQaJfdsYPsmZ7dbTTwcs-gYN3pxqQJ60VeEtW6zW0obcu3XUx7wiHKVijEcfQvRYX0L3Dsr03oZXohWFyGmr6DpVeqGeiorEhf-/s1600-h/ACF1E1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0ymLewQkJGwovwyfFZ-yy2Pt_CGjBt5_G1FG3XTgzFQaJfdsYPsmZ7dbTTwcs-gYN3pxqQJ60VeEtW6zW0obcu3XUx7wiHKVijEcfQvRYX0L3Dsr03oZXohWFyGmr6DpVeqGeiorEhf-/s320/ACF1E1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241803212631652386" /></a><br /><br />What with all the goings on in Gulf with Gustav and three more storms in the Atlantic, I thought it would be nice to come up with a list of next season's storms based on some names I have come across in my fine town of Memphis, Tennessee.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8X4R8BB7B0bYE0hsbVBvD_X36AFyDguFy42pgv2SF2uq8qokmtZEM9Eh7_AU0j1BpD4lV3ipt-pO1-WYgIHbF87vfqRgylTRfWohOzEEN989P5QV1HHdFjuLc-KH3_LCZg70uiEzbH0Bg/s1600-h/c.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8X4R8BB7B0bYE0hsbVBvD_X36AFyDguFy42pgv2SF2uq8qokmtZEM9Eh7_AU0j1BpD4lV3ipt-pO1-WYgIHbF87vfqRgylTRfWohOzEEN989P5QV1HHdFjuLc-KH3_LCZg70uiEzbH0Bg/s320/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241803216086892258" /></a><br /><br />These names are from people I have either actually met - I. SHIT. YOU. NOT. - or have come across my desk during the course of my lowly (and I do mean low)underpaid, unfulfilling McJob (note I did not say career) somewhere deep within the bowels of the local criminal justice industry. So without further ado, I submit for your consideration next year's line-up.<br /><br />A - Andrewlicious<br />B - Bodelfonderic<br />C - Colostomus<br />D - De'Latuara'Kisha'Brinae'Nae<br />E - Excellence<br />F - Fornicatra<br />G - Genetarial<br />H - HuggiesUltra<br />I - Isreel<br />J - Ja'LeyaShe'bre<br />K - Kook<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcku10BtgpL7JOs9ShLUykSNYW1RDGYIKtppHyHnn-uY3HApu8U51Xk5_9iJ8D2MnPeFu0j5zM7t6vyIIvNSXfUIQB395l4Ramjp2pK3ffvz7RCEEZE1ll-eWiQnjwwcI5sSFYOuK142Rx/s1600-h/furry%252B18.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcku10BtgpL7JOs9ShLUykSNYW1RDGYIKtppHyHnn-uY3HApu8U51Xk5_9iJ8D2MnPeFu0j5zM7t6vyIIvNSXfUIQB395l4Ramjp2pK3ffvz7RCEEZE1ll-eWiQnjwwcI5sSFYOuK142Rx/s320/furry%252B18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241803214142816882" /></a><br /><br />L - Larcenee<br />M - Melromeo<br />N - Nimrod<br />O - Optimym<br />P - PizzaLee<br />Q - Queenlordajesus<br />R - Rickishae<br />S - Shatsarly<br />T - Tampaxia<br />U - Untrueness<br />V - Velveeta<br />W - Willyvonne<br />X - Xzalhia<br />Y - Yawstaire<br />Z - Zankiyya<br /><br />Let the comments roll...Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-44485998490455310332008-08-21T07:51:00.000-07:002008-08-21T14:26:31.760-07:00Did I Say That???In light of the fact that there is nothing terribly interesting going on in my life at the moment, and since the Olympics are the center of everyone's attention, I offer these Olympic-sized slips-of-the-tongue for your amusement.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85RY0oykxDWhrck477RyLHRGiVIVElZ4LE1WNt6_BGuq6kyjntHrR4FV32q6s6hngzNP5OrRyQ73Ggemdofp_HF_jAoXSsN1TZSZQq4dcUmepa2ZxfGiIjcTC7RV4PItZDhUUygqoqnrW/s1600-h/gymnasts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85RY0oykxDWhrck477RyLHRGiVIVElZ4LE1WNt6_BGuq6kyjntHrR4FV32q6s6hngzNP5OrRyQ73Ggemdofp_HF_jAoXSsN1TZSZQq4dcUmepa2ZxfGiIjcTC7RV4PItZDhUUygqoqnrW/s320/gymnasts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237084904074206498" /></a><br /><br />Here are the top nine comments made by NBC sports commentators so far during the Olympics - that they would like to take back:<br /><br />1. Weight-lifting commentator: 'This is Gregorieva from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning during her warm up and it was amazing.'<br /><br />2. Dressage commentator: 'This is really a lovely horse and I speak from personal experience since I once mounted her mother.'<br /><br />3. Paul Hamm, Gymnast: 'I owe a lot to my parents, especially my<br />mother and father.'<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4e6lQzk7Yrb7cocZlvD-ozEA0pjJt0f6VLg0r_XmAc8svYMhUM13xHth-kwVupBb5ILdbV6erBJxDce322ViruJbYhE_ma_pPDAh2WOuJ84ghLvKBOq7_Ne1qbXwKZV4fQTyuT7aWpAbD/s1600-h/volleyball-MH-081807-03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4e6lQzk7Yrb7cocZlvD-ozEA0pjJt0f6VLg0r_XmAc8svYMhUM13xHth-kwVupBb5ILdbV6erBJxDce322ViruJbYhE_ma_pPDAh2WOuJ84ghLvKBOq7_Ne1qbXwKZV4fQTyuT7aWpAbD/s320/volleyball-MH-081807-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237084907513780130" /></a><br />4. Boxing Analyst: 'Sure there have been injuries, and even some<br />deaths in boxing, but none of them really that serious.'<br /><br />5. Softball announcer: 'If history repeats itself, I should think we<br />can expect the same thing again.'<br /><br />6. Basketball analyst: 'He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn't<br />like it. In fact you can see it all over their faces.'<br /><br />7. At the rowing medal ceremony: 'Ah, isn't that nice, the wife of the<br />IOC president is hugging the cox of the British crew.'<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUcMiKxyg6iP9b9j3s4OHGkt-u_cogXrTmEPeuulql8tBVOFXwLB8i5GPqEZM8YVupN8AuE_8e_aacJXdEvK7_RmlqphOwXQNIjWmgvc3NQ5APyiVLtUyYhL0py0LGgkjuGRVijmceWZF/s1600-h/HansenShanteau.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUcMiKxyg6iP9b9j3s4OHGkt-u_cogXrTmEPeuulql8tBVOFXwLB8i5GPqEZM8YVupN8AuE_8e_aacJXdEvK7_RmlqphOwXQNIjWmgvc3NQ5APyiVLtUyYhL0py0LGgkjuGRVijmceWZF/s320/HansenShanteau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237084909941056946" /></a><br /><br />8. Soccer commentator: 'Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've<br />got eleven Dicks on the field.'<br /><br />9. Tennis commentator: 'One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is <br />that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses<br />them... Oh my God, what have I just said?'<br /><br /><a href="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/e24144751747c6774276fb498b6db761-ge.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/e24144751747c6774276fb498b6db761-ge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-85489511062384471642008-08-13T09:38:00.000-07:002008-08-14T13:59:40.328-07:00Simply the BEST...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDG8YiBEIPVpyfFWuJD8hICgbbI97rwzrIG5THEkhym241y_p4SChnYW8Y_Tn_N30Tl7OAVPmxd3upvC8344XfpkYXWRX1pEHbICXCrwOLmiLeceb-M8LPTrCpVliSxqEBJY3GZb9i5Ot/s1600-h/mphelps.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDG8YiBEIPVpyfFWuJD8hICgbbI97rwzrIG5THEkhym241y_p4SChnYW8Y_Tn_N30Tl7OAVPmxd3upvC8344XfpkYXWRX1pEHbICXCrwOLmiLeceb-M8LPTrCpVliSxqEBJY3GZb9i5Ot/s320/mphelps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234042927340562594" /></a><br /><br />I love this man. He is unstoppable. I have rarely felt such pride as I have when watching him accept his medals so humbly. Seeing the way he loves his family and his team...WOW. He has truly done the United States proud. And I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers in it... I'm just sayin'...Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-47875163137897736012008-08-08T08:05:00.000-07:002008-08-11T07:39:15.260-07:00My 15 Minutes...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XvOGduQJVzr98qZRu4mklZCd7U5L_WQgZQz9dxpi5pcRv3hlaV6ntrEIj5He60pw_TgHHo7uwXWGopVx-bCMvLy2Lwq9Jcaxf5YCTsmhx-8bz_tSTwPXZ4RPdRtDgj2z-rWSXk1FyunN/s1600-h/aug08cover_main.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XvOGduQJVzr98qZRu4mklZCd7U5L_WQgZQz9dxpi5pcRv3hlaV6ntrEIj5He60pw_TgHHo7uwXWGopVx-bCMvLy2Lwq9Jcaxf5YCTsmhx-8bz_tSTwPXZ4RPdRtDgj2z-rWSXk1FyunN/s320/aug08cover_main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269042523480946" /></a><br />Ok -- I have to tell on myself now (and brag a little)... A couple of months ago, Instinct Magazine came thru Memphis to do a feature on the gay scene here in teeming metropolis we know as Memphis. They interviewed a large group of people at one of my favorite hang outs - Mollie Fontaine Lounge. Long story short - I made the cut!! YAY, ME!! I never thought in a bazillion years I would have been picked. Page 33 -- look for the fat, old, bald guy... All things considered, the picture wasn't as bad as it could be... Look for the August issues(pictured here)...If I look ridiculous - I don't want to know.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-67513791116947539442008-08-05T07:56:00.000-07:002008-08-06T07:15:36.254-07:00Paula Deen Has Done Had Her Way With Me...<a href="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/paula.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/paula.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />First of all, Kelly Stern - this post is for you. This past weekend, a friend of mine is in the process of celebrating her month long birthday. So she gets a wild (gray) hair and suggests that we go down to Paula Deen's Buffet at the casinos in Tunica. Now I just LOVE me some Lady. So we pile up in the car (just the two of us) and head to points south. Now, for all you non-Southerners, let me explain about the casinos. They are located in and about Tunica, Mississippi - in the Mississippi Delta. The Delta is very flat river land that, according to the legend, begins in the lobby of the Peabody Hotel in Memphis. Well, we were considerably south of the lobby. We were in kudzu land. If y'all haven't seen kudzu, you have missed a sight. Kudzu is a vine that takes over everything it touches. You will see fields of it covering trees and telephone poles. I swear it will come in your house at night and choke you in your sleep. (Which makes me want to go right this instant, pinch off a sprig and toss it into one of my neighbor's yards. Hmmmmmm...) <br /><br />So, we get to Harrah's, where the restaurant is located. Incidentally, due to some outdated law, the casinos have to be on the river. Or rather IN the river. Peeps, these are floating casinos. Yup. Out in the river. They're anchored and all, but you have to walk across something akin to a large gangplank to get in. Now, I am not all that big on casinos. I am not against gambling - It has just never appealed to me. I can count on one had the times I have been down to the casinos during their 20 year existence. So there we are. It is amazing to watch the people that go there. I'm serious. The vast majority of gamblers were around 55 years of age. Looking either desperate or determined, these were exactly the individuals that DID NOT need to be there gambling their retirement or paychecks away. My friend pointed out that the cane of choice seemed to be a four-pronger. I saw an oxygen tank or two... I cannot tell you what a self-esteem boost it is when I go to down to the casinos.<br /><br /><a href="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/1276727787_ceff2c6564.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/1276727787_ceff2c6564.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />We finally work our way to the restaurant where, I kid you not, there is a line like Disney World JUST TO PAY TO GET IN!!! Now I have seen the Lady herself and did not stand in a line anywhere close to this long. Pay attention now - if you find yourself at Paula's kitchen in Tunica, DO NOT STAND IN THIS LINE. There is a little self-pay kiosk hidden away that you can get you own tickets and not have to stand with all the trash, I mean people, in that line. <br /><br />Then you go stand in line to be seated. Now, the restaurant is a replica of Paula's home in Savannah. It has a front porch and everything. We finally get seated and go to the trough - I mean, buffet. People have asked me what I had. It would probably be more expedient to tell what I DIDN'T have. Let's see... I started with crab legs, followed by some raw oysters and boiled shrimp. Then I had the most wonderful cheesy meat loaf, mac and cheese and cheese grits (a theme, perhaps). Fried green tomatoes, friend shrimp, and wet ribs. OH and the cheese biscuits were to slap yo mama over. Plus we had hoecakes. The inevitable punchline being that I liked the hoecakes because I was ...wait for it ... a ho. (Insert appropriate giggling here). For dessert I have a wonderful strawberry cheesecake and two macaroons. I felt like a big fat tick about to pop. <br /><br /><a href="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/hotguy-2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/hotguy-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />After dinner, we walked around to settle our stomachs. We had a glass of wine to help us digest what we had just ingested. At that point we were pooped and decided to start the haul back to Memphis. We got outside and I am here to tell you it was hot and humid. I'm talking 95-97 degrees at 11:00pm. You could cut the air with a knife it was so wet. It was lightening something fierce. The sky looked like a strobe light. And the thunder... It was so sultry and humid that just walking to the car, the sweat started pouring down through the course, dark hairs of my heavily muscled chest, just waiting for Mr. Right to come along and lick it slowly off...but I digress. It was hot. <br /><br />So we made it back to Memphis fat and happy. My only regret was that out of ALL those hundreds of people everywhere in that casino, I only saw one guy that I would have bent over. Sigh... Now -- back to the diet.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-3784707891635470822008-07-29T07:08:00.000-07:002008-07-29T07:55:46.384-07:00Foot In Mouth Disease<a href="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/hunk-man-gay-sex-horny-picture-porn.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/hunk-man-gay-sex-horny-picture-porn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />This past Saturday night, in an attempt recover from my unfortunate discovery about the fake neurologist, a few friends of mine and I went to a particularly nice Italian restaurant in East Memphis for dinner. One friend in particular I had not seen in quite some time, came in and sat down next to me at the bar. I shit thee not - she had not been sitting next to me for one minute when I said "You got your haircut. And you have a mullet." Of course, she does not have a mullet. I just saw that the back of her hair was straight and from that angle that's what it resembled. Further inspection revealed that she did not, in fact, have a mullet. Her haircut was actually very nice. But, alas, the damage was done. She was shocked and appalled that I would even consider that she had a mullet. I don't know why things like this just seem to jump out of my mouth. This is not the first time something like this has happened and more than likely, it wont be the last. I was duly mortified and apologized like the dog I am, but I still don't think I'm in the clear. On top of that, another friend called my to say that she and the offended went to have a couple of beers to help her get thru her hard time. What hard time, I ask innocently. Being accused of having a mullet, was the reply. I have a feeling this one will be hard to live down. The general consensus amongst the privileged few is ... "well, that's just him." I hate that -- the implication being that I'm autistic or something when the truth is I just don't think before I speak. In my defense however, I can think of numerous occasions when there must have been divine intervention keeping my trap shut that could have resulted in very real and lasting damage. Get out the duct tape, peeps. You never know what is going to come out of this mouth...but you can bet you sweet,twinky gay asses its gonna to be low-down and dirty ... :-) <br /><br /><a href="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/HotGuy02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Shelley38111/HotGuy02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-24208460846914676092008-07-25T09:21:00.000-07:002008-07-25T12:13:07.462-07:00What Kind of Fool???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpldcxp3ZauzfdEB6Un0Q7DuDDc7Fl7-JEXTKW9Z7rasJpNkk_8sYN0PWX5Q9qoGk5C3viQN8a7R6FSpQj41unu3GUmcKXs4y-xkPtzJV-5Nwp3JsNMu3L8hDA3xcXmh2B8lJPOIqiBsqt/s1600-h/furry%252B18.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpldcxp3ZauzfdEB6Un0Q7DuDDc7Fl7-JEXTKW9Z7rasJpNkk_8sYN0PWX5Q9qoGk5C3viQN8a7R6FSpQj41unu3GUmcKXs4y-xkPtzJV-5Nwp3JsNMu3L8hDA3xcXmh2B8lJPOIqiBsqt/s320/furry%252B18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227029198545337906" /></a><br />Oh boy do I have a post for you. I have done it this time...Try not to laugh at my ignorance as the story progresses. In honor of the lovely and late Estelle Getty (no snarky comments, cb)... Picture it...Lido Key, June 2008... A young man on a beach meets another man who asks him out. He goes and has a good time. That young man was me. For my two readers out in cyberland, you will remember that I went on a two week vacation to Sarasota. Despite the fact that I have been going to Sarasota for twenty years, I did not know that there was a "gay" beach until this visit. So I traipse my happy ass out to the beach where there was not a lot of people, gay or otherwise what with it being out of season and all. I met a man on the beach that struck up a conversation with me and we hung out, just floating around in the water and shooting the breeze. It appears that this man was a neurosurgeon/neurologist in New York City and lived in the Hamptons. He was 64, which I thought he looked great for 64. Well, he asked me if I would like to have dinner with him that night and I said yes. <br /><br />Turns out, we go to a nice restaurant and back to one of his six condos on Anna Maria Island. He also has a big house on Longboat Key and a house in Big Sky, Montana. He told me he did not bring his cell phone on his vacation since he didn't want his work bothering him. Ok. Since then he has called me a few times from a restricted number. Jump forward to this week. I mentioned to my best friend that I talked to dude for an hour last Sunday and my friend started in on my ass about checking him out. Googling him. I said I didn't need to because I trusted him. My friend is somewhat cynical. He actually got real mad at me for, as he put it, sticking my head in the sand. What I didn't tell him is that I Googled him the day I got back. I didn't find anything, but I chalked that up to not being sure of how to spell his last name, and promptly forgot about it. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqfo1XM4ZI-1MDQU451PJbIp0dGpjqhOaeu8yefVPgJKs3VhFvfUVOqRrkzZVujgyuXGCMQF3uROB4bwi0kyC2e2IjH4dylxe4BkwL5S62Zw8qqYyCjonqOwmUX1f28BsglK78DmprFMo/s1600-h/1355450726_41def459b5.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqfo1XM4ZI-1MDQU451PJbIp0dGpjqhOaeu8yefVPgJKs3VhFvfUVOqRrkzZVujgyuXGCMQF3uROB4bwi0kyC2e2IjH4dylxe4BkwL5S62Zw8qqYyCjonqOwmUX1f28BsglK78DmprFMo/s320/1355450726_41def459b5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227029619735444658" /></a><br /><br />With all this renewed interest by others in my bidness, I decided to investigate further when I got back to work. I still came up short, so I decided to look up the property assessors public records for Manatee County. What I discovered is that my friend has one condo in Bradenton. ONE - not six. Nor does he own a home on Longboat Key. I did find an address with no city and state on the assessors page. I checked all of Long Island and that address does not exist there. I located it in Hatboro, PA -- a 1,000 square foot house that is smaller than my own. Using some other resources at my disposal, I discovered the he is not licensed as a physician in any state. Turns out that everything he told me was a complete lie. Everything. I mean, this man painted a ELABORATE picture and I fell for it ALL. I mean I had no reason not to. I am on a semi-private beach in Sarasota with huge-ass mansions behind me so it would not be shocking to meet someone walking in tall cotton. He told me all about his kids...four or five of them. Turns out he has ONE. Oh --- AND a wife, whom he told me was deceased. She is more than likely quite alive and well...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXP1P6cVjsra37oMAlo-xMH7kv5a7Wp_bZL0DM0oRz_izjGFkdluxdJ2kVUKwKHqky17T40EtRBTTpFRavnH27W47IMiypaInFe12XFALNdSFBfASvoLi01FBsVoRdR-O80k8qV2w0GEi3/s1600-h/picasa381.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXP1P6cVjsra37oMAlo-xMH7kv5a7Wp_bZL0DM0oRz_izjGFkdluxdJ2kVUKwKHqky17T40EtRBTTpFRavnH27W47IMiypaInFe12XFALNdSFBfASvoLi01FBsVoRdR-O80k8qV2w0GEi3/s320/picasa381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227029937566176258" /></a><br /><br />The thing that kills me is that all of this was a lie. I keep wanting to believe there is some logical explanation for all of this despite all the black and white evidence to the contrary. Because the other option is that I have been a complete fool. I feel stupid enough as it is. Generally, I feel that I am pretty good judge of character. I have worked in a law enforcement capacity for the past 14 years and see the dregs of society on a daily basis. I automatically assume that everyone is lying to me because, quite simply, they are. With the majority of people I deal with, I assume they are lying and try to determine what the polar opposite of what they are saying is and figure out what they are trying to get out of me and the system. Granted that is very cynical, but in my business, one gets jaded very quickly. I have just never been that cynical in my personal life. Unfortunately, that has changed.<br /><br />In the almost two years I have been out, I have come across several people of shady character. Some of these people, I am fond of saying, are like dogs that should be put down. This guy is definitely one of them. Now comes the question of how to deal with him when he calls me back. I am inclined to say that I just started dating someone and want to be very committed to him, so I don't think it is appropriate to keep talking to him. Hopefully, that will get rid of him. My friend is pissed at me because I wont find out his story and put the squeeze on him before confronting him with the truth. My thing is, that will just invite more dialogue and lies and I just want hell and him gone from me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkebIUADJrFPGhMeV4QLMwnhLTTR5S5x4_1RvAOAyMK9ZCrLnLIhNNm-S6GVauX-AV9yiFGOus4GMo0AOlrKX4-eaOMd48qNW6kjoByEffJljDEHLBwthQ7TfxC9LPdPM3GXGzPvaundX3/s1600-h/furry24.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkebIUADJrFPGhMeV4QLMwnhLTTR5S5x4_1RvAOAyMK9ZCrLnLIhNNm-S6GVauX-AV9yiFGOus4GMo0AOlrKX4-eaOMd48qNW6kjoByEffJljDEHLBwthQ7TfxC9LPdPM3GXGzPvaundX3/s320/furry24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227030436831031266" /></a><br /><br />Of course, all of this has not exactly built up my faith in humanity. I am at the point that if my best friend says the sky is blue, then I will go outside and see for myself. I don't want to be distrustful of people. Assholes like this definitely make it harder to take people at face value. Like I told a friend the other night, this is enough to make me go to bed, throw the covers over my head and eat Velveeta out of the box...with one of these boys.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023044115423203992.post-31882013097639893912008-07-23T07:11:00.001-07:002008-07-23T07:13:35.493-07:00Thank You for Being a Friend...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxasdhpdH1z-2YwJvL4rbeV1JPbp5c2huK6w-PAYf48CRZQDHiPvqVu6nb8pHSBOVcqY30X86rwt45Ob6yNShKYY2yC_jihjwGmNhnEj0Ly6-63_6GOd9ADrFNHdqBzgdPpxW3rZZlBsl/s1600-h/EG01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxasdhpdH1z-2YwJvL4rbeV1JPbp5c2huK6w-PAYf48CRZQDHiPvqVu6nb8pHSBOVcqY30X86rwt45Ob6yNShKYY2yC_jihjwGmNhnEj0Ly6-63_6GOd9ADrFNHdqBzgdPpxW3rZZlBsl/s320/EG01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226212221043218258" /></a><br /><br /> 1923-2008<br /><br /> You made me laugh.Creative Thinkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309579386559338069noreply@blogger.com0