First the standard routine.
Martel – Just because we won with no SEXY legs on my phone doesn’t mean it will happen again.
Banana Rama – Remember, the relationship is greater than the concerns.
SuzyQ – I’m sure that half the crap on Twitter is BS, except you.
Sasha Lucille – Where the heck are you?
Ok, my last journal was about Socialism. Today (as usual) I will roll SEX into the discussion. I hope I proved that Socialism destroys motivation and self-esteem. But that deals with everything else.
Sexual Socialism is also a big threat to our way of life. In the example yesterday there was a responsible man and an irresponsible man. The money was the prize. So in today’s example the female is the prize.
I don’t consider myself to be a prude or old fashioned. But I do believe in relationships.
[Stop laughing!]
Yes, I used to be a prick that picked up unknowing hotties and had all the pleasure with them that I could handle. Then I would vanish. But what I was and what I did was secret. Today I hear about females that bang any guy near them when they are horny. And then they tell the world. Basically they are glamorizing the fact that they are an easy slut.
So the responsible guy will meet a girl and put in the work. He makes friends, then he grows attracted, then he falls in love and lives happily ever after. So when he is searching for this female he checks out many potential suitors. Let’s say that he meets a girl, gets her name, and then prepares to start working hard to win her heart.
Then he reads that she is a skank slut. So he walks away.
The irresponsible guy doesn’t put out any effort. But he sees the same woman, checks her out, finds out that she is an easy lay, and he moves in. The female has sex, the male leaves, and both are happy.
Other females only see the “public” interaction. They don’t realize how degrading the person has become. And so they decide to try the same approach.
He next thing you know, all the responsible guys that want to treat a lady like a queen are left out. Half the females are crying over what they have become and the other half doesn’t realize what they have become.
So the responsible guy has to start becoming a prick in order to get the females attention. And then there are no more nice guys.
Sexual Socialism at its best.
Think about it and figure out which you are.
Personally I believe that love exists. I believe that you can have a partner and a soul mate. AND I WILL FIND HER. Someone today is getting very close, and that makes my heart skip a beat.
And she’s not a skanky slut.
Maybe the two of us will end the dreaded horror that Sexual Socialism presents to our way of life . . . .
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
My Journal #354 - We got it
What just amazes me about last night is that 50% of the American’s that voted apparently want a Socialist form of government. And just for those that aren’t familiar with Socialism, that’s where you work your ass off, take risks, and make tough decisions while your neighbor sits on the couch drinking beer and watching re-runs; yet he gets half of everything you earn.
If you are the “couch potato” in my definition then this form of government seems absolutely wonderful. But here is the problem. Eventually the hard working, money making, diligent people just say “Aw, fuck it all!” When this happens you now join your neighbor on his couch, and expect your other neighbor to fund all of you. And everybody gets less . . . and so on . . . . and so on . . . and so on . . .
The couch potato wonders why the working stiffs keep giving up. He may even become angry because his income went down.
That is the second problem with Socialism, it kills motivation.
A college professor once announced to his class that since they all preferred Socialism, his classroom would become a socialist environment. So on the next exam, he averaged everyone’s grade and that is the grade everyone received. The students that studied hard and answered every question correct were awarded a grade of C, as were the students that didn’t study and chose to go get drunk or high instead.
Of course half the class was elated and half the class was pissed.
When the next exam rolled around, half of the students that had studied for the previous exam decided that it wasn’t worth their while to study hard if they were only going to get a grade of C. And guess what? After averaging all the grades this time, everyone got a D- because more students failed.
This time everyone was pissed.
The next test rolled around and no one studied. They all figured “Why”?
And everyone failed.
Enjoy your wonderful president folks, and enjoy failing.
I’m heading to Costa Rica to open my bar.
If you are the “couch potato” in my definition then this form of government seems absolutely wonderful. But here is the problem. Eventually the hard working, money making, diligent people just say “Aw, fuck it all!” When this happens you now join your neighbor on his couch, and expect your other neighbor to fund all of you. And everybody gets less . . . and so on . . . . and so on . . . and so on . . .
The couch potato wonders why the working stiffs keep giving up. He may even become angry because his income went down.
That is the second problem with Socialism, it kills motivation.
A college professor once announced to his class that since they all preferred Socialism, his classroom would become a socialist environment. So on the next exam, he averaged everyone’s grade and that is the grade everyone received. The students that studied hard and answered every question correct were awarded a grade of C, as were the students that didn’t study and chose to go get drunk or high instead.
Of course half the class was elated and half the class was pissed.
When the next exam rolled around, half of the students that had studied for the previous exam decided that it wasn’t worth their while to study hard if they were only going to get a grade of C. And guess what? After averaging all the grades this time, everyone got a D- because more students failed.
This time everyone was pissed.
The next test rolled around and no one studied. They all figured “Why”?
And everyone failed.
Enjoy your wonderful president folks, and enjoy failing.
I’m heading to Costa Rica to open my bar.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
My Journal #353 - That odd feeling explained
So . . . . right after I posted my journal I got an email reminder that I had an appointment with that shrink dude. We will give him a pen name of Doc.
With the mood I was in, a visit to Doc was not something for which I looked forward. But then I thought that this is the type of shit he’s supposed to deal with. So after work I stopped by for a chat.
He agreed that I have a lot of stuff going on right now. But he pointed out, and I agreed, that I handle stress and multi-tasking better than most. So he wasn’t convinced that my “mood” (he had a scientific word for it, but I don’t like it) was due to something else. He tried to get me to see it, but I was distracted. So he spelled it out for me.
I have ALWAYS been a loner. I prefer being alone and simply seeking out people and companionship ONLY when I am in the mood. But a few years ago I had this urge to have someone special in my life. I figured it would be easy, since I’ve always gotten anything I wanted. But I slowly learned that you can’t get stronger, faster or brighter and win someone’s heart.
He said most people realize this in Junior High School, but I didn’t.
He said about the time I decided I wanted someone in my life, someone showed up. She made me think that she cared and wanted what I wanted. And for the first time I was “scammed”. So in a small time frame I faced a lifestyle change and I learned that I could be lied to. And, being what and who I am I just kept fighting for someone even after it was a lost cause.
[Whatever?]
After this realization I found someone that was basically the opposite of the person that “scammed” me. But me being me, I want everything now. He thinks I may have scared the second attraction off by being too aggressive.
[Really?]
So I give up. I need help. So either Sasha, SuzyQ, Martel, Banana Rama, Eves, HMPOA or Kat needs to call Mustang and just tell her how GREAT I am!!!!!!!
I’m kidding.
Seriously Doc, I am kidding.
[The jerk reads my journals ya know]
Anyway, his suggestion to me was to NOT give up on Mustang. I just need to slow down a bit. So seriously, HOW THE FUCK DO I SLOW DOWN????
I still say I’m just destined to be a barfly that picks up hefty, skanky sluts in bars. I’m just not cut out for this relationship crap.
But DAMN I sure would like to try it someday.
And there is one more thing. I will be on TV in 5 months. Some chef / star was at the tailgate celebration Sunday. He has a show on the Food Network and is supposedly very popular. Anyway, he showed up while I was preparing ribs and chicken. And he brought a camera crew of about 12 people.
So brace yourself for seeing in my boot and jeans, no shirt (Hey, it was hot) and my old horse breaking hat on TV soon.
I still think I am depressed. Urgh!
With the mood I was in, a visit to Doc was not something for which I looked forward. But then I thought that this is the type of shit he’s supposed to deal with. So after work I stopped by for a chat.
He agreed that I have a lot of stuff going on right now. But he pointed out, and I agreed, that I handle stress and multi-tasking better than most. So he wasn’t convinced that my “mood” (he had a scientific word for it, but I don’t like it) was due to something else. He tried to get me to see it, but I was distracted. So he spelled it out for me.
I have ALWAYS been a loner. I prefer being alone and simply seeking out people and companionship ONLY when I am in the mood. But a few years ago I had this urge to have someone special in my life. I figured it would be easy, since I’ve always gotten anything I wanted. But I slowly learned that you can’t get stronger, faster or brighter and win someone’s heart.
He said most people realize this in Junior High School, but I didn’t.
He said about the time I decided I wanted someone in my life, someone showed up. She made me think that she cared and wanted what I wanted. And for the first time I was “scammed”. So in a small time frame I faced a lifestyle change and I learned that I could be lied to. And, being what and who I am I just kept fighting for someone even after it was a lost cause.
[Whatever?]
After this realization I found someone that was basically the opposite of the person that “scammed” me. But me being me, I want everything now. He thinks I may have scared the second attraction off by being too aggressive.
[Really?]
So I give up. I need help. So either Sasha, SuzyQ, Martel, Banana Rama, Eves, HMPOA or Kat needs to call Mustang and just tell her how GREAT I am!!!!!!!
I’m kidding.
Seriously Doc, I am kidding.
[The jerk reads my journals ya know]
Anyway, his suggestion to me was to NOT give up on Mustang. I just need to slow down a bit. So seriously, HOW THE FUCK DO I SLOW DOWN????
I still say I’m just destined to be a barfly that picks up hefty, skanky sluts in bars. I’m just not cut out for this relationship crap.
But DAMN I sure would like to try it someday.
And there is one more thing. I will be on TV in 5 months. Some chef / star was at the tailgate celebration Sunday. He has a show on the Food Network and is supposedly very popular. Anyway, he showed up while I was preparing ribs and chicken. And he brought a camera crew of about 12 people.
So brace yourself for seeing in my boot and jeans, no shirt (Hey, it was hot) and my old horse breaking hat on TV soon.
I still think I am depressed. Urgh!
My Journal #352 - An odd feeling . . . .
Yesterday was a really strange day for me. I think I was actually . . . . ummm . . . . errr . . . . hmmm . . . . depressed a little bit. I’m not sure because I don’t think it’s happened before, but it was a strange feeling.
I am happy that I am getting my investment back from this company and that I now have an opportunity to start something new, or just get a job that’s calm and quiet and use the money to travel. But it’s is sad to leave something I built, and all the people I’ve known here.
My divorce becomes final this week as well. Again, it’s a necessary evil but it is sad that I did something to make someone dislike me so much that a relationship comes to an end. I mean we did have a ton of good times, and two great kids . . . . well grown men now.
And Mustang has been really quiet too. It makes me wonder about my relationship with her. I know that she is in the final stages of closing on her house, which is her life’s dream. She is probably very busy with all that, and I know it’s a very stressful time with which to cope. But I would like to hear from her.
And yes, I even miss Sunshine. I know that she is all wrong for me and a relationship would only be a one-sided arrangement. And I know I don’t do those, especially when the one side isn’t my way. But she is right here and I did love talking to her. Heck, she works 5 minutes from me and lives only about 30 minutes away, so it was convenient to get together.
I think what I need to do is bury myself in making this new business work out. But the problem I have is that I have no idea how much money I will end up getting for my investment. It may be enough to take some chances, but it may be so little that I have no chance. As for getting a job (urgh), I haven’t interviewed since 1988 or even put together a resume. And I already know that I SUCK at being an employee.
Maybe I should just plan an amazing weekend. I would love to spend the weekend with Mustang, but I have a feeling she will be really busy. It would be nice to meet up with Sunshine, but for some reason the thought of being around her now just isn’t the same; and I don’t know if it will ever be the same again. The chick in SA contacted me and asked if I was ever coming her way again. A weekend of sex that is all about me would be nice; but I am sort of in need of a connection I think.
ARGH!
I enjoy having a life that is complicated and unsure. But I have always had one sure thing to keep me grounded . . . . and today that is missing.
Thoughts?
Sunday, November 4, 2012
My Journal #351 - A Good Sunday
Whoop! My Texan’s won again. And yes I was there for every freakin’ second.
AND . . . . .
I got to see my beautiful Martel. As I wrote, she was working at the tailgating event, so I got to see her and got THREE hugs.
[Another whoop there]
I haven’t heard from Mustang since last night. But hopefully I will hear from her tonight.
I got a text from Suze too. She had some interesting stories about a friend. I discounted all that. I do think we need to talk because I think she wants more from me than I anticipated. It’s not more than I am willing to consider (whew, hot chick with a nice rack . . . . even better than Sunshine’s) but I sort of need to know for sure. I don’t want another experience like I just had.
All in all, it was a good day.
Ummm . . . . err . . . . Urgh . . . . I did screw up and include Sunshine in one of my group texts again. Once I saw the list I immediately let her know it was a mistake. But it got me to thinking and of course I sent her another text.
Relax, she didn’t reply.
It’s time to watch my Cowboys. Goodnight ladies.
AND . . . . .
I got to see my beautiful Martel. As I wrote, she was working at the tailgating event, so I got to see her and got THREE hugs.
[Another whoop there]
I haven’t heard from Mustang since last night. But hopefully I will hear from her tonight.
I got a text from Suze too. She had some interesting stories about a friend. I discounted all that. I do think we need to talk because I think she wants more from me than I anticipated. It’s not more than I am willing to consider (whew, hot chick with a nice rack . . . . even better than Sunshine’s) but I sort of need to know for sure. I don’t want another experience like I just had.
All in all, it was a good day.
Ummm . . . . err . . . . Urgh . . . . I did screw up and include Sunshine in one of my group texts again. Once I saw the list I immediately let her know it was a mistake. But it got me to thinking and of course I sent her another text.
Relax, she didn’t reply.
It’s time to watch my Cowboys. Goodnight ladies.
My Journal #350 - New Opportunities
I spent most of today checking out buildings off of Washington Avenue. I’m thinking of a nice bar with select appetizers. And I imagine if I can pull it off, I will live in the building as well. My buddy Tim say’s he already has an investor that would be interested in working with me, since I already have a ton of TABC experience and was a CPA.
To cover my bases I called my old High School buddy Matt, His family bought and sold clubs back in the 70’s, and he has tended bars at some of the most “chic” places in SA. I wanted to try to recruit him to come to Houston and help me. But it went a very different way.
He was telling me about our class reunion. He said a group went to our old High School. He spoke about the display case I mentioned before. But he said that now not only am I represented for track accomplishments, they have my football awards as well.
That was good to hear.
Ok, whether it is considered poor choice or not, I asked Sunshine if she was interested in a business opportunity. And guess what? She didn’t reply. So I called the hot chick that wanted me to dress up for her; she works for PW as well. She even said she knows of Sunshine, but I won’t tell what she said about her . . . . but her time there is limited. :( And as odd as it may be, the sex freak wants to work with me.
And . . . .
That new team I mentioned before SERIOUSLY wants me to go on a hop with them in January. I gave up doing that last year. But they are offering a SERIOUS amount of money for one trip. I told them I don’t kill anymore, but they want me as a spotter. I’ve never done that before and I don’t know if it’s something I could handle. But the reason for the hop is one of those “tear jerker” stories; and I have a hard time saying no to a sad story.
Argh!
Mustang and I are talking a lot. I asked her out for next weekend. I still haven’t received a reply, but . . . .
You know I don’t give up.
Tomorrow is another TEXAN’S game. Martel will be there and I am working on tickets for her. And between is, she is a great friend and lady. If there is a ticket out there anywhere I will get it for her.
I am drunk and stoned, so I need to “veg” for a while.
Luv ya!
To cover my bases I called my old High School buddy Matt, His family bought and sold clubs back in the 70’s, and he has tended bars at some of the most “chic” places in SA. I wanted to try to recruit him to come to Houston and help me. But it went a very different way.
He was telling me about our class reunion. He said a group went to our old High School. He spoke about the display case I mentioned before. But he said that now not only am I represented for track accomplishments, they have my football awards as well.
That was good to hear.
Ok, whether it is considered poor choice or not, I asked Sunshine if she was interested in a business opportunity. And guess what? She didn’t reply. So I called the hot chick that wanted me to dress up for her; she works for PW as well. She even said she knows of Sunshine, but I won’t tell what she said about her . . . . but her time there is limited. :( And as odd as it may be, the sex freak wants to work with me.
And . . . .
That new team I mentioned before SERIOUSLY wants me to go on a hop with them in January. I gave up doing that last year. But they are offering a SERIOUS amount of money for one trip. I told them I don’t kill anymore, but they want me as a spotter. I’ve never done that before and I don’t know if it’s something I could handle. But the reason for the hop is one of those “tear jerker” stories; and I have a hard time saying no to a sad story.
Argh!
Mustang and I are talking a lot. I asked her out for next weekend. I still haven’t received a reply, but . . . .
You know I don’t give up.
Tomorrow is another TEXAN’S game. Martel will be there and I am working on tickets for her. And between is, she is a great friend and lady. If there is a ticket out there anywhere I will get it for her.
I am drunk and stoned, so I need to “veg” for a while.
Luv ya!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
My Journal #349 - Another Friday?
It’s another BIG Friday!
Banana Rama – Took the pill I mentioned, it did nothing. I guess I get stronger drugs!
Sasha Lucille – Thanks for the gift, and the picture was even better.
Martel – So, you have preferences about what I pray for????
Suze – Ya know sweetie, someday you need to tell me what I keep doing to upset you.
I met with my shrink after work today. He actually took me to his club for a workout. It’s been a long time since I worked out in a fancy club.
I told him I got another offer to travel. I also told him I wasn’t going. He was only concerned about why I wasn’t going, and that was our discussion tonight. And you will hate what he wants me to do.
But since it’s Friday I don’t want to send you into a great weekend with worries. So this will be my journal for Monday.
But I will share one thing. Back in December I started another journal. It was more for my sanity than anything else. This was the time when I was beginning to see Sunshine for what she really is, or for what she was using me to gain. For the first time in my life I held back my thoughts and opinions. It damn near drove me insane.
So I started writing letters to Briana. I knew she would never see them so I could speak openly and honestly. It worked and kept me from killing someone. Anyway he suggested that I start writing there again.
I’m seriously interested in Mustang, and even thought this weekend is shot for the two of us, I am working on a trip, just the two of us, for next weekend. I am not losing my focus ladies. It just helps me keep everything in proportion.
Trust me, Sunshine doesn’t read this and she will never find that blog.
Have a FANTASTIC weekend.
Luv Ya!
Banana Rama – Took the pill I mentioned, it did nothing. I guess I get stronger drugs!
Sasha Lucille – Thanks for the gift, and the picture was even better.
Martel – So, you have preferences about what I pray for????
Suze – Ya know sweetie, someday you need to tell me what I keep doing to upset you.
I met with my shrink after work today. He actually took me to his club for a workout. It’s been a long time since I worked out in a fancy club.
I told him I got another offer to travel. I also told him I wasn’t going. He was only concerned about why I wasn’t going, and that was our discussion tonight. And you will hate what he wants me to do.
But since it’s Friday I don’t want to send you into a great weekend with worries. So this will be my journal for Monday.
But I will share one thing. Back in December I started another journal. It was more for my sanity than anything else. This was the time when I was beginning to see Sunshine for what she really is, or for what she was using me to gain. For the first time in my life I held back my thoughts and opinions. It damn near drove me insane.
So I started writing letters to Briana. I knew she would never see them so I could speak openly and honestly. It worked and kept me from killing someone. Anyway he suggested that I start writing there again.
I’m seriously interested in Mustang, and even thought this weekend is shot for the two of us, I am working on a trip, just the two of us, for next weekend. I am not losing my focus ladies. It just helps me keep everything in proportion.
Trust me, Sunshine doesn’t read this and she will never find that blog.
Have a FANTASTIC weekend.
Luv Ya!
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