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Lol [Jan. 21st, 2011|02:29 pm]
Recently things have been picking up for me. Been working, don't like the job that much but I'm working. Jessey got a hold of me last week, said she missed me and that she wanted to talk. I was going to talk to her just because it would be nice to hear her side of the story. She gave me her number and told me to call, I did, she wasn't home. So every day since she hasn't had the time to call me back but I guess she's been busy at bars pretty much every night. I checked out her facebook today and found that apparently she left the bar with some guy last night and hasn't been seen since. Lol.

In other news I met this amazing girl named Stevie. She's crazy but sexy as hell. She picked me which made me feel special. wow I sound really gay right there.
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I'm over it [Apr. 15th, 2010|07:18 pm]
I hadn't been in love with anyone since Sarah. So this whole thing with Jessey hurt. I haven't had my heart broken like this in a long time. I've broken a few hearts, been in a few relationships, really liked a few girls since, but nothing like with Jessey. It was a fire, it burned so hot that it burned out fast. It burned the oxygen from the surrounding area and had me in a brain fog. But I'm over it.

So yeah, I'm over it. The whole debacle from last month, I'm over it. I once heard that if you keep repeating something that eventually it'll be true and you'll believe it. It took some time, some self destruction, some self loathing, but I've climbed out of it, with some help from a few good friends. I'm a big believer that the universe doesn't give you what you want, but what you need. I needed a few people in my life more than ever and they were here for me and I'm so thankful for it. If I can only get my sleep schedule back on track I'd be able to finish getting my life back on track. I'm back to my old self, and soon I'll be on the ball again.
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I wasted the month of march [Apr. 8th, 2010|02:56 am]
I did, I thought I was spending time with someone special, she wasn't. Here it goes, my latest tale of woe, some of the timeline may be a little off because I really don't care but yeah.

It all started a few days into the month, I'm a member of an internet dating site because I can't seem to meet any women in real life. I got a response from a girl and we started messaging back and forth til we eventually swapped numbers. I called her and had the longest phone conversation of my life. We talked for almost four and a half hours until I was ready to pass out. She was funny, interesting, and all in all fun to talk to. I sent her a text the next day seeing what she was up to, she replied back that she was going to go out to a bar where the band that she sometimes sings with was playing. She had talked about singing with the band the night before and that she had a pretty good voice so I asked if it would be creepy if I went out and seen her sing. She said that it would actually be pretty cool to meet me so I told her I'd see her there.

I drove out to this hole in the wall, really shitty little bar in westland, I've been in worse bars before and much better. This place was really lower middle to say at best. I sat with her and a friend of hers, we talked a little, you can't really talk when a band is playing because you can't hear what the other person is saying. She was getting kinda drunk, but I wasn't saying anything because it wasn't a big deal to me. We ended up dancing to purple rain when the band played it and made out a little bit while dancing.

From there she ended up getting a lot more trashed then I would have like to see. I should have left then. In which she asked if I could give her a ride home, I said it would be no problem she'd be on the way. A few drinks later she makes me pinky swear to stay with her that night too. She finally realizes she's had enough and we end up leaving, but I realized that I really had no clue where the hell she lived, and she had fallen asleep in the passenger seat no more than five minutes after leaving the bar. She finally wakes up when we get to allen rd, and eureka to find that my inside passenger door handle doesn't work and has to get the window down very quickly before she vomits. I pulled over and let her finish, then I had her call her roommate because she was still too drunk to know where she was or the landmarks around where she lived. Her friend gives me pretty good directions and I get her home to which she army crawls to the bathroom and vomits more. I sat on the couch and waited for her to finish, then she changed and said time fore bed. I should have left then and never talked to her again.

The following morning I wake to find the bed wet, I only had a few beers the night before so I knew I hadn't wet the bed, there was no liquid on the bed prior to attempting to sleep, so I surmised that she had wet the bed, once again I should have left then. When she woke up and found the bed all wet she tried to claim that she must have spilled a glass of water the night before, I didn't buy it then and still don't buy it now.

I stripped and flipped her bed, helped her remake it so she could get some more sleep, she only got maybe another hour or so, then finally awoke horribly hung over. I went out and bought us some breakfast because I felt bad that she was so hung over. I stayed and hung out with her after eating for another hour or so to which she said that she needed to clean and get a shower. I said I had needed to do some laundry as well and a shower sounded nice so I left. She asked if I wanted to come over for dinner later and I said that'd be great.

I went over for dinner that night, and that's it, just dinner. She was still not feeling that great from the massive hang over that she had suffered from her sins the night earlier so I ended up leaving earlier than I would have liked.

I barely talked to her over the weekend, she said she was sick so I stayed home. But she had gone out with friends on sunday night. I had caught her in a lie but I didn't press the issue since I was trying to make things work with this one. Monday she was supposed to make me dinner again, but never ended up calling. I blew off plans to hang out with Kim and Earl for her but she never called. I ended up watching House with Sara instead.

We ended up going out on tuesday again. Same bar that I had met her in, only this time it was poker and karaoke night. We played poker, she sang, had a decent time. I was going to stay with her again that night but something happened that changed that plan. We stopped at another bar on the way home to see her friend jackie. She was drunk and hanging out with this guy mike, and this guy joe. Joe was emo because his girlfriend had kicked him out, I probably would be too. She ended up telling him that he could crash on her couch and he came back downriver with us. For some reason she didn't want me to stay the night with her that night, it didn't make sense to me then, but now in hindsight, she probably fucked him.

The next night I was supposed to go meet up with the guys for an impromptu fleet gathering, I had called her to see if she wanted to go, but it turned out that Joe's dumbass was still there, she asked me to drive him to a motel and get rid of him, I did. After being late by two hours, on the drive back to the nursery I called and asked if she still wanted to go, she was pussy footing around and I finally said, that it was fine if she didn't want to go.

Thursday I ended up driving her to go see the band again, this time out in canton. We picked up another friend of hers who is dating the guitar player while on the way. While the band was playing Mikey called me and asked if I wanted to make the trip down to Indy with the rest of the group because a few people had dropped out last minute, I told him no since I had just made plans with Jessey for the weekend. I should have gone. I haven't mentioned this yet but she used to date the keyboard player of the band. His current girlfriend wasn't at that particular show. He was drunk and was trying to get her back while between sets. Apparently he didn't like seeing her with another guy. She told me about this on the drive back downriver, and I asked her what she had said back to him she said and I qoute, "I'm with you, why would I want to be with him? You're such a nice guy and you're treating me so well, like no one else ever has, like a real person." We held hands til her phone rang, it was jackie.

We went back to that same bar we had a few nights earlier to meet up with jackie. Jackie was fall down, piss your pants drunk. She can't weigh much over a hundred pounds, after dealing with that bullshit and making sure she had a designated driver we left. I stayed at her house that night, didn't get any but could have if I wanted to.

The next day I bought her a new tongue ring since she had somehow swallowed hers the day prior. While on the way back to her house we found out that jackie had indeed drove the night before and was arrested for a dui. Then I had gone home and watched some cartoons and did somethings that I needed to get done. I went over and watched a movie with her since there wasn't anything going on that night.

Sunday we went to karaoke at that stupid bar. She knows everybody there so I never actually get to hang out with her while we are there. She is texting jackie all night long and finds out that jackie is planning on fleeing to nyc. Jackie asks her to come with her and she says she will. This is when I got stupid, really, really, stupid. I told her that I wanted to come with her. Heat of the moment I'm not thinking properly kind of thing I know this now but yeah. I told her to give me a few months to finish up getting my license and to sell my stuff and I'll move out there.

We talk about it and it sounded like a great idea. I've never been anywhere really, chicago a few times, columbus a couple times, north carolina for granpa's funeral but that's about it. I've never been anywhere and this sounded like an opportunity. She started trying to get her afairs in order so she could move.

We go to the bar for karaoke and poker again, she ends up telling me that she's gonna crash at her friend's house who's the bartender. I said ok and drove home alone. She gets home ok and I'm thinking about calling everything off with her. Like a moron I don't do it.

We go out to see that band one final time, she gets obscenely drunk and tells me she loves me. She sleeps at jackie's place that night. Jackie like a dumbass forgot her phone in the backseat of my car and they wanted me to drive it back out to them after I had already made it home. I didn't, I drove it back the next day and gave jessey a ride back to her house while on the way home.

She had a goodbye party there the following sunday, she gets obscenely drunk again. Her friend nick comes, he gets the type of greeting that I've always wanted, arms thrown around jump in the air and practically glomped greeting. I wanted to leave right then and there, Mikey wouldn't let me, and since he drove I had to listen. Mikey, that guy Mike from the other shit bar, and me all smelled douchebag all over this guy. Jessey almost completely ignored me that night. At 2am she says that he's giving her and jackie a ride back to jackie's house. I said fuck it and went with it.

So it's now monday, she's supposed to leave on wednesday, she leaves me a message on facebook telling me that her phone is shut off, and asks me if I wanted to come over for dinner. Douchebag was still there when I got there, I wasn't a dick to him, I wanted to be but I wasn't. She said that they crashed at jackies, but in hindsight I think they went back to her place and she fucked him. I told her that if she left with jackie that she could be charged with aiding a fugitive, since jackie was committing a felony crossing state lines, she said that I'm not being supportive to her and the only one that had been was the douchebag. Then she made spaghetti and we ate, and she kept leaving the room to go play on facebook. So I left, I was bored, and she wasn't paying me any attention so whatever. I went home and took a bath and read part of my book. I changed my status on facebook to "apparently it's over" which sparked a whole big fight with her on the computer. She told me to come over the next day and talk to her in person so we could figure things out.

I went over and we acted like nothing happened. She told me since she couldn't afford her ticket til the next week that she wasn't leaving the next day. We hung out for a little while, then she asked if I could give her a ride to her mom's on saturday and like a sucker I said yes, and then I went home.

I didn't see her for a few days after that because I had shit going on. Friday night I couldn't sleep, not one wink, so I was up quite early saturday morning, I showered, put on clean clothes, then at noon I went to jessey's and woke her ass up. She got dressed and we drove out to her mom's. After the delightful, very civil argument that she had with her mother, we drove back to her place. She asked if she could stay with me until wednesday because she didn't want to help her roommate pack up the house since the only thing she owned in that house was her clothing. I said it'd be fine, we packed up her clothes and all of her little shit and went back to my house.

I cleaned up my room, and then we watched movies with Mikey. I passed out around the end of the blues brothers and when I woke up they had decided that drinking sounded fun. I joined in while we were watching more movies. She got trashed, again. We talked for a little while in my room about her moving and it affecting me and about her mother, and about other shit, and she said she loved me, again. This time she got me to say it to her too. This is why it hurts so much. Because I did love her. After drinking until 1am we went to bed, where we finally had sex. Then five minutes after we were done, she got motion sick from it and puked all over my bed. She vomited until 2:30 while I cleaned my bed up and got my blankets into the wash.

Sunday was another lazy day, as was monday. Tuesday came around and her mom had been talking to her on the computer about moving to kentucky instead of nyc, and had finally convinced her to go there instead. She would drive her down the next week and everything would be kosher. So that tuesday evening I drove her to her mom's house.

I talked to her briefly wednesday, and again thursday both times on facebook. I hadn't talked to her until saturday and wondered what was up with that so I went to send her a message. She had blocked me. I was talking to jackie's dumbass to see if she knew what was going on, but she hadn't heard from her either. I have a second facebook, for things that I don't want my mother to see, pictures from parties and what not, and to play more games. I logged on there and found her profile and seen that her status was, "laying in bed with nick". Nick was the douchebag from her goodbye party. I sent her a message from my alternate profile saying well at least you could have broke up with me. She replied back with, "We were never together... I never agreed to a relationship... Please just leave me alone... Don't write back just stop... "

I was pissed, hell I still am. We were never in a relationship? Had you not told me you loved me a week before? Had I not told you the same? I don't say that to girls just to get in their pants. Me the cynic hadn't seen through her bullshit, she used me, and once I was no longer any use to her she threw me away. In another guys bed by thursday night after I dropped her off tuesday evening. WTF???

Thankfully I have some amazing friends and they helped me by getting me shitfaced easter night. I still look at her profile everyday because I'm like that, now her info says in a relationship with the douchebag. I think I'm done with women for a while. Maybe a long while
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I don't understand what just happened [Dec. 12th, 2009|09:38 pm]
really I don't. just a random message from an ex saying fuck u. she-it man, don't understand, don't know why, maybe it's just that time of year where she remembers to remind me that she hates me.
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Rationalizations? [Nov. 3rd, 2009|06:50 pm]
I'm afraid it's true. No matter what I do to try to run from it, try to hide from it, I'm turning out to be exactly like my father. I'm starting to realize it may not be such a bad thing after all. I find myself saying things he would say at time he would have said them. While I was sick a few weeks ago I found myself sounding just like him with a coarse cough, doing exactly what he'd do if he was as bad as I was. is it not such a bad thing that I'm becoming just like him? For the most part he's a good man. I've struggled for so long to not be like him and how I'd hate myself if I did turn out like him, except now I'm not hating myself. Nobody reads this shit anyway so this is just a rant to myself
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could be comedy material later but for now... [Sep. 14th, 2009|12:52 pm]
So last night, I got a call from a friend of mine after I had left having coffee with a different friend of mine, we decided to go hit up a strip bar because it'd be something to do and we'd get to see some boobs. After hanging out for a little bit this "dancer" comes up to us and starts talking with us, she's initially just trying to get us to buy a lap dance which wasn't happening. Then she realizes a couple minutes in that we went to high school together. She graduated a year before I did but we still had a class or two together. That was sort of awkward but she ended up hanging out with us til we left. I really didn't remember her too well, hell truth be told I don't even remember her name. She remembered mine though, and apparently she dated a friend of mine back in the day.

Another strange and awkward moment happened just a few minutes ago. I'm on an online dating website because i haven't met anyone new in a while so I thought I'd give it a chance. It has this nifty little feature that lets you know who's been looking at your page. I haven't gotten a hit lately but that isn't bothering me too much, but when I checked it just a little while ago a girl that I went to high school with found my page on there. She didn't message me or anything which is cool because it would have been a bit more awkward but it just seems to be in the air.
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Trying out a few jokes [Aug. 25th, 2009|08:34 pm]
I used to live with my parents until a few months ago. I got an apartment with a friend of mine and her boyfriend, which is cool because I can be in my room, with a nice girl, hopefully she's not too nice, without my mom knocking on the door every ten to fifteen minutes to make sure we're not having sex.
Insert annoying mock female voice "Mike did you ask her if she wanted something to drink?"
"Did you ask if she's hungry?"
"I can make something if you guys are hungry."
"Are you sure she doesn't want anything to drink? We have diet pepsi, water, orange soda, and fruit punch."

I'd have to be like, "No mom, I asked. We're not hungry, we're not thirsty, we're fine." When the whole time I just wanted to yell, "Mom I have enough problems getting a girl, I'm 25, live with my parents, I'm out of work, and I look like this. Are you trying to make sure that I have to jerk off to porn my entire life?"

I always wanted to yell something like that. My problems getting a girl, excuse me, I need to be politically correct, woman, that and I'd like to let you all know that I'm not a pedophile, unless you ever talk to Chris Hanson, and if you do ask him to take my picture down.

Yeah so that's kinda why I'm trying this whole comedy thing, because well my room mate is always telling me that ladies love a funny guy. That and she's always telling me to put on pants. She'll call me from another room and be like, "hey, put on pants!" and well if I'm not wearing pants, I put them on just to make her more comfortable.

Things were so much easier with my first room mate, partially because I never saw him. So when trying to get with a lady, I could always be like, "hey I've got my own place." Because apparently they don't have to do a "walk of shame".

My ex girlfriend used to complain about that after she realized I had a room mate. He worked this late afternoon/midnight shift and would get off at like 3:30-4am and all he ever did when he was home was play on his computer. Well one morning she got up to go to work and, well he saw her naked because she didn't think it was anything to walk to the shower nude.

I got an earful after her shower. There's nothing better in the world than being woken at 5am up by a punch to the balls, and a girl screaming at you, "Why didn't you tell me you had a room mate?" But I've got to say, I may have gotten an earful, but he, he got an eyeful.

That girl really liked to punch people in the balls. If we'd ever go somewhere and I'd let her drive, just randomly for fun she'd punch me right in the balls. I'd be in pain until we got wherever we were going, then she'd do it again. She'd get such a kick out of that. I didn't like it but hey, I was getting laid. So I dealt with it, til one time she punched me in the balls while we were having sex, I got a bruise on my sack. I didn't know that was possible. So after my scrotum was healed up, and intercourse was available again, I finished up, and punched her in her fucking clit. I was like, "right in the uterus bitch!"
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I hate people who complain in the paper, this one got what they deserved [Jul. 21st, 2009|09:30 pm]
Luke AFB is west of Phoenix and is rapidly being surrounded by civilization that complains about the noise from the base and its planes, forgetting that it was there long before they were. A certain lieutenant colonel at Luke AFB deserves a big pat on theback. Apparently, an individual who lives somewhere near Luke AFB wrote the local paper complaining about a group of F-16s that disturbed his/her day at the mall.

When that individual read the response from a Luke AFB officer, it must have stung quite a bit.

The complaint:
'Question of the day for Luke Air Force Base:

Whom do we thank for the morning air show? Last Wednesday, at precisely 9:11 A.M, a tight formation of four F-16 jets made a low pass over Arrowhead Mall, continuing west over Bell Road at approximately 500 feet. Imagine our good fortune! Do the Tom Cruise-wannabes feel we need this wake-up call, or were they trying to impress the cashiers at Mervyns early bird special?

Any response would be appreciated.

The response:

Regarding 'A wake-up call from Luke's jets' On June 15, at precisely 9:12 a.m. , a perfectly timed four- ship fly by of F-16s from the 63rd Fighter Squadron at Luke Air Force Base flew over the grave of Capt. Jeremy Fresques. Capt Fresques was an Air Force officer who was previously stationed at Luke Air Force Base and was killed in Iraq on May 30, Memorial Day.

At 9 a.m. on June 15, his family and friends gathered at Sunland Memorial Park in Sun City to mourn the loss of a husband, son and friend. Based on the letter writer's recount of the fly by, and because of the jet noise, I'm sure you didn't hear the 21-gun salute, the playing of taps, or my words to the widow and parents of Capt. Fresques as I gave them their son's flag on behalf of the President of theUnited States and all those veterans and servicemen and women who understand the sacrifices they have endured..

A four-ship fly by is a display of respect the Air Force gives to those who give their lives in defense of freedom. We are professional aviators and take our jobs seriously, and on June 15 what the letter writer witnessed was four officers lining up to pay their ultimate respects.

The letter writer asks, 'Whom do we thank for the morning airshow? The 56th Fighter Wing will make the call for you, and forward your thanks to the widow and parents of Capt Fresques, and thank them for you, for it was in their honor that my pilots flew the most honorable formation of their lives.

Only 2 defining forces have ever offered to die for you....Jesus Christ and the American Soldier. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.

Lt. Col. Grant L. Rosensteel, Jr.
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Vamp Rant [Jul. 17th, 2009|09:34 pm]
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whats up with vampires coming back into the mainstream? The Sookie Stackhouse books were out for several years before True Blood made it to HBO, and now I'm gonna have to go on ebay to find the original covers. CW is launching a new vampire series this coming fall season, and if I hear about twilight one more time I think I may just puke. Twilight is nothing like any decent literature ever. Its the deluded fantasy of a woman who had no real friends growing up, no romantic involvement, and was happy once she got into an abusive relationship. In fact the book series should just lose the vamps, and be about a dumb teenage girl and her abusive boyfriend. He's into really kinky things and she's not sure about them but she loves him and goes along with them anyway. He keeps going farther and farther with the things he's forcing on her til one day she realizes she's in the basement of an S&M club in some city she doesnt remember coming to, and she's tied to the floor at the wrists and ankles so she can't run away so all of his friends can have a crack at her sweet back door. Wait I just described Jeri Ryan's marriage.
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(no subject) [Aug. 1st, 2008|09:02 pm]
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I dont think I can do this. I'm supposed to go back to work for my dad starting well kinda last week. He said he'd pay me cash so nothing gets messed up. He only gave me a hundred last week which went for traffic school and gas, and he said he'd give me the rest of what he owed me next friday, meaning today. When he got home around six oclock he made no effort at all to knock on my door or say hi to me, or give me the rest of what I worked for last week. I asked my mom if he was asleep already about an hour ago and she said yeah, and I said oh cause he hasnt given me money yet. She said well he paid off matco for you and I wanted to fucking scream. Every time they owe me money she pulls shit out like that. Its like pay your bills and when you're done give us whats left. For crying out loud I gave them around two thousand dollars in the last few months. Is it wrong for me to ask for what I worked for? Why does she have to get involved in financial transactions between him and I? Why does she try to lay guilt on me everytime? I cant work for him if I cant get paid, and paid at a decent hour so if I want to go out on friday nite I can.
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