| Holy crap! Still alive!! |
[Aug. 11th, 2009|01:12 pm] |
Let's see. I've started calling myself Horatio (not even close to my name). I drink beer occasionally (didn't do that before), dating four women at once (everybody knows about each other so it works out. I'm everyone's secondary or tertiary partner). I'm running a Scion game which I'll start posting about occasionally. I've been reading. I'm looking for a new job because the current one fucking sucks. Oh, I also spun fire without lighting myself on fire!
That's about it! You are now updated!! I'll try to be a bit more active. |
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| Whoo! |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|05:48 pm] |
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Have another date with someone I've just started seeing tomorrow. I'm excited! |
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| Hmm. |
[Jun. 25th, 2009|11:07 am] |
Personal update: Had a bike accident. Sprained my elbow and scratched a lot of my hide. I'm fine but that sucked.
In other news This person got elected? How? Why? Ugh. |
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| Colorado man. |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|03:45 pm] |
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One minute sun, the next minute bowel shaking thunder, hail, and the wrath o' Thor all rolled into one. Of course it started just as I began biking home... |
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[May. 23rd, 2009|12:13 pm] |
I confess that I occasionally wake up and devour Tokyo. |
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| Bad idea I had Saturday night. |
[May. 11th, 2009|07:31 am] |
Okay, so had sunburned my newly shaven head Thursday.
Saturday I hurt my left wrist (predominantly right handed but on the ambidextrous side).
Saturday night I got a beating.
Sunday was miserable due to healing from a lot of things. Got grocery shopping done because I finally figured out what I would like to cook from 660 Curries. Need to up protein intake a bit I think.
Monday I drove to work due to not functioning well biologically.
That's all. |
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[May. 8th, 2009|11:22 am] |
Keep in mind, that is not the change stash of a mortal man. |
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| Purity test. |
[May. 4th, 2009|12:21 pm] |
38.6% on the 500 question version.
I'm proud of myself! :D |
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| Mmmmm. |
[May. 4th, 2009|07:47 am] |
Okay, so the orgy. Right.
( Not for the prudish! )
After that I got up, shakily, and cleaned off.
Note to self: Bring More Condoms!!! I had almost enough on me
Later in the evening I gave a flogging demo. I've been invited to a local polyamorous meeting sort of thing where many of the participants are. Wh00t!!
I think my life has gotten a lot more interesting lately. |
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| 7 AM |
[May. 3rd, 2009|07:11 am] |
It's 7 AM my time. I just got home. I went to the local pagan group that I'm a part of (despite being more of a Buddhist)'s Beltaine celebration. I've been to a few of these, never had much luck with anything in particular. This time I became one of the centers of an orgy. Fucking hell yea. I also got to flog someone and give pointers to someone else about flogging.
All in all, a fantastic night.
One of my closest friends (not interested in having sex with me) says that he likes the version of me running around now than when my husband and I were together.
You know what? I agree. |
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| "It's all I know, this empty road." |
[May. 2nd, 2009|02:02 am] |
I've had an interesting time of it lately. I've tried really hard to become a more social creature. For the most part I'm succeeding I think.
So, I'll hit the highlights.
More freelance work.
Thursday last week I went to a gay night club. I almost never do this. Clubs are really strange places for me. Drinking + lack of glasses + strange lighting = tripping for me. Anyway, I got bitched out by a really hot lesbian for looking like a dork, hit on by a trans woman three times my weight class (and hit hard I might add, kinda freaked me out ^_^*), and was bitten by some random guy. I stayed on the dance floor for hours, which has led me to believe I would have been a great raver kid had I been introduced to the scene. Someone stole my sketchpad. I can't imagine why the fuck anyone would want to keep it, but they did.
I also met someone who I would describe as the most vapid twat I've ever met, except that's an insult to a perfectly beautiful part of the human anatomy. He has Britney Spears tattooed on his arm, and uses the phrase "Rock of Love" (which to my understanding is a wretched "reality" tv show involving 6-7 highly disfunctional and drunk women vying for the attention and affection of the lead singer of Poison...I can't imagine why people watch this shit), to describe how drunk he is. Also, he does the whole lisping queen thing, but with far too much attitude.
I'm a leather boy at heart. (And I will only call myself a leather boy for two more years. Calling yourself "boy" when you're 30 is weird to me). He brought out the very worst parts of my dom instincts. The part that smiles like a monster and says "I want to break you" with a slight snarl. I've named it Peloquin, after a particular character in a Clive Barker novel. His main line in the whole thing is calling a human "meat for the beast". Exaaaactly.
Need to find someone that Peloquin can play with.
Thurs this week, I ended up having to make a sudden trip to Denver. This resulted in me buying a really cool pair of boots and eating at a Japanese place I've always wanted to.
Today, I baked some of my infamous oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Then hit work, then went to a friend's house warming/head shaving party and hit a kink event. Then I made a long drive home alone after being offered sex by one of the most amazingly hot women I've had the pleasure to know. Unfortunately not tonight on that offer (on her part). I doubt she would have made the offer were she not entirely exhausted mind you, but whatever. Interesting people on the scene. I saw the most amazing scene between a girl who's close to my ideal body build on a woman and a woman of about the same build but larger, and it involved body painting. It was fucking amazing overall. Gorgeous.
I've been having a hard time dealing with being alone lately. The husband left and all. Sometimes I don't deal so well with it. My hormones have also been raging. I've been wanting sex so fucking badly lately, and have been damn close to taking anything I could get.
My skill set is strange. I'm not really an expert in anything, but I'm not really a newbie at many things either. I think it makes it harder for me to learn and harder for other people just to deal with me. Ah well.
Books acquired this week: Scion: Ragnarok (one more Scion book and I have a complete set), Popol Vuh (Mayan religion), Twilight Dwellers (Ghosts, ghouls, and goblins of Colorado), Narcissus and Goldmund - Herman Hesse (yay Herman Hesse!), the Accidental Buddhist, Magic in the Middle Ages, Gumbo Ya-Ya (New Orleans folklore, since I'm running a game based out of New Orleans it seems reasonable), More Making Out in Japanese.
Books finished this week: Scion Hero. I'm going to like this game but need to figure out a good way to deal with the Epic Dexterity arms race.
I think that's it for now. Not bothering to tag this as I'm fucking exhausted. |
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| Return of One Sentence! |
[Apr. 22nd, 2009|12:58 pm] |
I can't believe he really wanted "Dead Man's Party" played at his own funeral. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2009|01:57 am] |
I completed my "don't put me in the rape box" homework that we are given to finish this time each year. I do get money back, but wouldn't if it weren't for economic stimulus shenanigans. It's nowhere near as much as last year. |
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| Wow. |
[Apr. 12th, 2009|01:14 am] |
Okay, really drunk so let me make this brief.
I fixed my car. Most of the parts were put on by my effort. Some with a little help from a friend (though why she stepped in like that I don't know). I now have a fairly functional car again, including a proper tail light!
I went to a goth club this evening, and got fairly plastered. I really hadn't intended to do so. I didn't really feel the first white Russian I had, decided to have a second because they are darn tastey. I didn't know that later in the night they tend to put in more alcohol. Holy crap! Totally drunk. I think I got hit on by a pro-domme who was very cute in the very geeky sexy librarian sort of way. Rawk!
Passing out now! |
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| Ugh. |
[Apr. 10th, 2009|11:21 pm] |
I've been having this string of bad luck for a bit. With the exception of the first beating being a really good moment a lot of the non-everyday mundane shit has sucked. I owe on taxes (not a great bit but everyone around me is so excited for their returns and it really sucks since I make less than most of them >_<)
I also have hippies for friends. I love them dearly but...
This leads to the inevitable 'head + wall = otp' feeling of having to deal with "the universe is trying to tell you X".
If the "universe" wants to tell me X, it can leave a fucking note like any reasonably sentient being. If it's you sock puppeting the Universe however, kindly just say "I think X" and leave it at that. It's less fucking annoying than the unnecessary anthropomorphisization (no it isn't a word but it is now!) of the god damn universe.
Thank you. |
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| *sigh* |
[Apr. 9th, 2009|01:33 pm] |
Another day, another rejection. When my libido is in overdrive I have no luck apparently, even with the fuck buddies. Given that I'm 2 years from thirty, greying already, and keep getting mildly mocked for being a skinny bastard, I'm beginning to feel a bit like a loser. Nevermind that most of my non-human interaction time has been spent playing Pokemon on an emulator. (I'm seeing allllll sorts of things I actually dislike about the game. I'm being reminded why I rarely finished any of those games). |
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| Irony. |
[Apr. 8th, 2009|07:23 am] |
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Yesterday I celebrated the victory in Vermont by shredding the immigration paperwork to be with my ex. |
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