Nekkid Boi's Ramblin's

Guess who's back, guys and dolls?  Hell yeah!  Give up a cheer for Hump-Man!  I've decided to give this journal another go.  Be sure to see more of me in the coming days!

~Peace out.

Fuck.

I've been dead. So fucking dead. Damned tired and Benghe is a fucking ass.

He took my car on Saturday without telling me. The whole episode caused me to be late to work, where my jerkwad, dipshit boss yelled at me for a good fifteen minutes.

I know I know, I haven't posted in ages, and here I come fucking ranting like a stuck bitch. Oh well, fucking deal.

UPDATES:

Benghe is Mr. Blondie. He and I have started dated since my last post. He's hot, a great screw, and he can be absolutely sweet.

But GOD can he also be a shameless bastard.

I've started talking with the hotty from the Deli store. In fact, we've started taking lunches together. He's very entertaining and intriguing. His name's Brogan. His mother was a beautiful Irish woman while his father's from a traced Roman line. Apparently his father highly prizes that Romain heritage even though his own line is tainted with Native American and German blood. His mother passed away years ago during a car accident.

He doesn't speak to much about his parents but I get the feeling he's distanced from his father. He speaks a bit more softly when referring to his mother.

He seems a bit passive, but I dunno. But god, he's still hot.

Yeah, so that's all for today. Amazing how talking about Brogan calms me down. The guy just does that for me. So yeah.

~Later babes

Work work work and more fucking work. Damn, but I have so much work lately. On top of that, Ayuna begged me to attend a concert with her, but I had to decline on account of work.

WORK!

Fuck, but my boss is a prick. Ayuna desperately wants me to quit, but I can't. There are things she doesn't understand and never will be able to. For as much as we know each other best, there are yet those things that we don't reveal to the other.

And for me, that's a hell of a lot. God, but Ayuna's so patient with me. But I know more than anything she just wants me to be happy. And I'm not.

And fuck does she know it.

On another note, I asked Delaine if Mr. Man in Black was a regular at the Deli. Damned if he isn't! She said he comes by there every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.

I'm planning a stake out!

Just seeing that gorgeous man makes my blood burn.

And yet, on another note, Mr. Blondie has called again. I think our "get togethers" are becoming a little more than screws. At least, he seems interested. And hell, I sure am! The man's hot, a good fuck, and damn if he didn't bring me flowers the other night! We've had a few meals and just hung out on at least one occasion.

If he asks me out, I'll be all for it!

And on that note, best go get some rest now. Work comes all to soon as it is.

But that's life.

Been a long time sice I updated, huh? Oh well, that's what happens when real life gets busy. Nothing much has happened lately since I last posted. Just the normal holidays. God, did Valentine's Day suck. I stayed away from Sai and Tayin. Love 'em, but that kind of love has no real place in the reality of my life. Went and saw a movie. Sat up front so that I didn't have to watch the brat couples make out in the back. Hooked up with the blonde I met awhile back for a good screw.

On a side note, saw that fucking HOT guy again! Geeze, that man is fucking sweet. Shame it's such a distance. Oh well.

kisses and loves!

A little close to home, perhaps. But then, who's fooling who? Ah well... another quizzle, hehe
Been awhile since I last posted. The holidays have been horrendously busy. Work work work, and more work. I had to argue to take Christmas and New Years off from work before Ayuna skinned me. And trust me, she would. She stood holding a pairing knife in one hand while threatening me.

Christmas, on the whole, was wonderful. It was just Ayuna, Sai, and myself. Talk about being a third wheel, right? And yet, somehow I didn't feel as such. Just like family.

I got smashed for New Years. Hell, what else did you expect? Was invited to a few parties but spent it at home with the two love-birds.

And since then not much else has happened of interest.

~Kisses out *wink*

So the darling Tas-chan told me that she found her adorable chibi doodle of Kazahaya wielding a spatula while standing in a skillet.... I'll have to harass her to get it scanned in before she leaves to go just so you all can see. SUCH an adorable Kazahaya!

Life's been a little hectic today. I finally fell to sleep around 10am only to drag myself out of bed and to work by 9pm. Juche let me off early again tonight, and I needed the reprieve.

I left the appartment early to grab a bite to eat at the Italian restaurant/deli a few blocks from the club. I left a good tip for the cute, new waitress. She's very shy, for a waitress, but too damnably cute with such a sweet disposition. And of course I couldn't help but tease a blush into her. She's waited on me three times now. Hell, but I'm a fucking sucker for the cute ones.

And yet... on my way out, this hot guy walks in. Not just hot, FUCKING hot. Wearing this fucking three piece black suit. I didn't even see him at first. I was paying for my meal and felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention to sing haleluia, we've defied gravity! I always say it's nice to enjoy a grand buffet of hot, rare man-steak, but damn, was that a feast!

I've never seen him before. He caught me looking his way so I winked, bid farewell to Delaine, the cashier, and took my leave.

At least there was a highlight to my evening. Oh my, such a highlight.

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.... that's it. I need a fuckin psychotic enema. A damn brain rape couldn't be nearly as fucking bad.

I mean, seriously, where the fuck do these fucking fucktards get this shit?

Sorry, I was browsing through fanfiction.net. And damn is it hard to find good stuff. Maybe I'm too picky. God knows I'm particular when it comes to what I read. God knows I'm the most critical person when it comes to my own damn shit. But FUCK! Is it really, honest to God above, that hard to fucking SPELLCHECK?!

There's this little option in Word. You click on it and it will correct your spelling and most of your grammar. If you write 20 pages of shit, spend that much fucking time writing it... why the HELL can you not take the time to spellcheck it? Fucking hell! Do you honestly not give a damn about the integrity of your work? Do you WANT to be taken seriously? Fucking hellatious shit!

And the lack of plot... no point even getting started. Can't get through the first paragraph without a mental fuck rape, forget plot. It doesn't exist.

Get a clue, fall back into reality, and stay fucking CLEAR away from any word processing tool. For that fucking matter, stay clear away from a computer. It doesn't need your damn fucking abuse. Hell, it doesn't deserve it!

Oi. I think I need to go drink again. The early morning hours are really the worse to get through. Too tired to do anything, too fucking awake to sleep. And when I come across utter garbage.... yeah... fucking hell.

I shake my head and hope to God I can continue to steer clear of absolute regurgitated vomit.

I think I shall go fix me some lovely mint tea. Or Irish Breakfast tea. Such a hard decision, really. Both are utterly delicious!

I'm singing, whoo! 6am and no one's online, 6am what a lonesome time!

yah know, this realli is the quetiest time when i'm online.

fucking time zones.

what do i expect? when I work nights i keep odd hours.

ah well.

yeh... so most of the liquor wore off... shoulda drank more.

after all, who the fuck gets drunk for the sole purpose of being drunk, then let's themselbves sober up? had ample oppouirtunies to keep from, sobbering up. did I? no.

damn am I a fucked up freak. but then, of course, I wasnt completely drunk... just buzzed a bit... mayeb..

i siggh the deep sigh of the screwed. okay, i just serously need to get laid. and drinking on ly made me fuckin hornier.

quite an intrestng result this one was. lofly piture at any rate.


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su whut you all think?

yeh, i'm back online agan

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heh, only slghtli drunk. gud stuffs.

QUIZES! shud take som quizzes, wheee!

So, everything has a beginning. Like I'm always telling Ayuna, ya gotta start somewhere. Might as well start here, with a clean and fresh start. Something simple, at least for now.

I'm not always too good writing journals, but I find some complacent pleasure in responding to life, so hey, mebbe it'll work this time. Don't really know.

Let's find out, shall we?

The most recent events in my life must start with the newest development.... that being the new relationship between my sister and her next-door neighbor. I must say, I greatly approve of him. Sai, for being a pompous ass at times, is a well-grounded but lively individual. My sister has seriously good taste, as far as Sai goes. Can't say much about her former husband and refuse to in so much as the anger it stirs is far from healthy....

And DAMN is Sai hot.

Still currently living with Ayuna. It's nice being with her. She's the only real family I recognize. It's not like our parents weren't good people. Hell, they were great. As far as parents DO go. But, god, are they narrow-minded, conformist little fuckers.

But being realistic here, I hope by every ounce I possess that Sai and Ayuna stay together. And if they do, however, that means Tayin here gets kicked to the curb. Not that 'Yuna won't try to make me move in with them.... but I couldn't do that. I couldn't allow myself to be that kind of family to them. It feels ever so wrong. I'm personally fucked up enough.

In the meantime, glad I don't have to travel far to work everyday since I moved in with Ayuna. It's actually much closer than the last place I lived. Moving up in the world, eh?

A customer came in the other day. Absolutely gorgeous. Damn gorgeous. He called on me, specifically. Glad to always make wonderful impressions on possible clients. Especially any new ones. Hope he shows up again. Types like him always make work interesting.

And, by looking at the clock, I best go fix me a bite to eat. Glad I got off work early tonight. Usually I don't mind so much, but I needed a bit of time to myself, and normally I don't get that. Even with Ayuna, sometimes I just need a measure of non-existence. But then, I'd die if Ayuna wasn't there for me. What I'd do without her, I honestly wouldn't know and I'd best fucking never know.

Damn, but am I a fucking screwed-up individual. Maybe I just need to get fucking screwed. Properly. Hard.

And as that's not likely to happen for awhile, I might as well go find me a nice, strong drink to knock me outta my fucking misery.

Yeah. So a little birdy in the kitchen is calling my name. Hugs and kisses to all.