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[girlraidingtombs]

I wish you thought about me as much as you think of them.

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[littlepaleunknown]

my two fave goofballs <3

[whimsycorn]

The hardest thing…

about watching Buffy with your kids is not reblogging hilarious spoilerific posts!  At least we’re all caught up with Doctor Who!

[stclarethoughts-blog]

Wherein our hero speculates as to why people become actors, what he enjoys about undressing a woman, and his hatred of proper grammar.

-People must become actors for the perks. I mean, if you think about it, an actor, or actress for that matter, can put a stipulation into their contract to be able to keep everything their character has in the movie. Such as the fact that Sarah Jessica Parker got to keep all the shoes (?) that her character owned in that show she was in. I’ve also heard of James Franco keeping specific props, along with many an actor or actress keeping the vehicle from the project. Viggo Mortensen kept a horse (or two?) from the Lord of the Rings movies, in fact I think a lot of the actors/actresses kept their horses. Well I think the horses were all bought because they weren’t originally studio property. But the things that were studio property, such as clothing, costumes, props. Those things a person could stipulate to keep. Then this way there would be no need to beg companies to wear their clothes as a way to advertise the company. Less begging on the part of the person, more on the company itself. But still this advertising turns these impressioning celebrities into walking billboards, selling products to the people who constantly keep them in the spotlight.

A person may see this as good marketing. Part of the “ingenuity that built this country”. Which when thought of from a consumerist way, is true. But when you look at it from the point of view of a human being it’s just brainwashing on a massive scale. Not brainwashing in the stereotypical sense of subliminal messages as part of your regularly scheduled program, but it’s more like product placement in movies. Telling you, but not really, what you should buy to eat, what you should wear “to look like how Calvin Klein and Tommy Hilfiger say you should look” To quote Fight Club. The line doesn’t go exactly like that, especially after Hilfiger but the quote says that essentially.

At this point, I believe the world doesn’t like the fact that I’m writing this down and has made my mom come home early sick. Granted this could just be a paranoid delusion brought on by years of seclusion but as I see it, it’s intentional intervention.

  -Taking a woman’s clothes off for her is the greatest gift a man can ever unwrap. I miss the feeling of the clothing coming off of her and the softness of her skin underneath. The curves of her body as I caress and explore all that is to her and only her.

I could write that more eloquently, in my opinion, but when you have a straight up 10 slowly being undressed and warmed up in a window next to what your writing, her moans growing more steadily with each movement of the man’s fingertips, it becomes hard to concentrate fully on what you want to write as opposed to what you want to be doing to that girl in an attempt to make those moans more throaty and sexually charged.

Now that that’s over with, to continue what I was saying. One of the things I miss about having a girlfriend is having the privilege of unwrapping who I believe to be the most beautiful person in the world. Regardless of crushes on celebrities and the like, that girl, that I get to undress, either because we’re about to have sex or make love, is, in my opinion, more radiant than the sun.

I lost my train of thought trying to come up with a Neeson Cock joke that had to do with the Green Lantern oath, but got sidetracked trying to figure out the website url. Either way, my previous train of thought has now effectively flown the coop, and is yet undetermined as to whether or not it will be found again anytime soon.

  -I hate indentations. You know that space before every paragraph? That tab space? Probably like 5 hits on the spacebar space. I hate them. It pains me in school every time I have to put that in just so that I can get a better grade based on my grammar. Or is it called something else when it has nothing to do with the words themselves? Could be, but I won’t go and look it up. You saw what happened when I got side tracked by the size of Liam Neeson’s cock. It’s so big that when the Green Lanterns hear of a disturbance in Sector-KOK they know to shield up because that orgasm is life threatening. Like world ending type shit. Like killed the dinosaur’s killer. There’s a joke there, or at least the pieces to one. I’m just not sleep deprived enough, or just not in the right mindset to be funny goofy at this point in time. I’m more in a chronicling type of mood at the moment. Just really writing down random thoughts that cross my head and seeing where they lead me.

  -I have to either start masturbating a LOT more or I have to start getting laid more. Either way I definitely have to get rid of the built up years of forced celibacy. I don’t know why or when masturbating a lot became such a…no I’m lying. It was M’s fault. My last ex, if you don’t count K. But she’s a whole story in and of itself filled with amazing sex and a pretty decent friendship, as well as I saw it. Could be completely different from her point of view but she gets really aloof when it comes to talking about stuff like that. Well more sex stuff, I don’t know how she would define our relationship other than friends with benefits that usually, sometimes ended up having sex every time we hung out.

The reason why I bring all this up is because I have just come back. Well I can’t say just got back if it’s been at least 10 minutes past the fact so just go with it.

Ahem.

I have just come back from the store next door where the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on, with the exception of one specific girl, but I won’t get into that now. The girl who works next door is the most radiant specimen of the female gender I have ever been a privy to laying my eyes on in all my life. Now as a PS, I am excluding many a celebrity and porn stars from this equation and keeping it to just attainable girls. Meaning girls I can actually interact with and flirt with and you get the picture.

But I have been talking to her off and on recently, more off than on because, I believe, that I might have been coming on a little bit too strong. But also a lot of love stories, in the movies at least, started with a man coming on strong. Look at Connery Bond for fuck’s sake! He damn near rapes the women and they always end up falling in love with them. First time I saw that in Dr. No I was like “what the fuck?” but with a smile on my face.

And no not because of rape. Because of 60’s misogyny.

But that too is another story, so leave it at that.

While I was talking to her, whenever I was nailing it in the conversation/flirtation department, my dick would get harder and harder. Sorry for the candidness but that’s just how I role. I was wearing a hoodie so I think I was safe, but not wearing underwear is a burden in that department. Hence my opening thought of I have to either masturbate more or have sex more. Problem with that is that I’m sick of masturbating, what little I do of it anyways. But I’m also too much of a pussy to put out an anonymous posting on Craigslist for anonymous, relatively, sex with a stranger. No need for the dating game.

I have the damn thing written up already. I’m fairly happy with the result, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to going back to the site at some point in the morning and posting it.

I could always just ignore the emails if nothing like quite what I’m looking for presents itself and just call it quits, resorting to my hands to quench my somewhat insatiable sexual appetite. At least until I can find a girlfriend, then I wouldn’t have to resort on hand love as much.

Now to get your minds off the sight of my pasty white ass hunched over a red laptop off your minds.

A drink recipe. It’s quite simple, and as far as I know I’m the first person to invent this drink. To which I call a Spiked Tangerine. Admittedly my viewpoint on the world, mainly the world of booze, is rather limited so, like I said, this drink could already be a well enjoyed beverage.

That being said I present the Spiked Tangerine.

Which is literally a screwdriver, amount and preference of vodka dependent on imbiber, but instead of orange juice, you use Sunny-D. Being an amateur alcoholic at this point, I still make mine with relatively small amounts of vodka, sometimes overdoing it, but if you get the mixture just right, the drink tastes like someone injected a tangerine with a bit of vodka. I like to say it tastes like a tangerine with a kick.

It is the cause of this rant I ended up writing, and all before 5 o’clock. Man I’m making good time for a drunken, procrastinating, stoner. Without a job. With disposable income. Living with a parent.

What I’m trying to say is normally I’m lazy and today I’m actually being productive.

What the fuck have you done lately?

Truth, she can be a bitch. And she can fuck you over at times, but she’s equal opportunity. Sometimes fucking me, sometimes fucking you. Either way, we just have to get used to it.

As a PS. The #sixseasonsandamovie tag is only due to my want of Community to continue to another season and then more seasons of television, or a movie.

[slvrcamdre]

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