Hear That?
It's the sounds of pain and suffering and possibly even death... of my diet. It's not looking good for me. I have very few 'Sweet' weaknesses, and even fewer 'Chocolate' weaknesses; ones off the top of my head are Cheesecake, bottle caps, Sweet Tarts, and these fundraiser candy bars. My mom just bought $50 of 'World's Finest' Candy bars. We Have The Rice Crisp, Dark Chocolate, Almond, and my weakness Caramel Center Candy bar. Yes, $50 of them, because we don't like to sell those things, so she just buys one whole box. My little sister is raising money for senior trip. I think they are all going to Florida like we did on our senior trip; but she said there was talk of Vegas, but really there is nothing for them to do there that doesn’t involve going into the many stores, which the pot errrr... Hemp stores with 'smoking accessories' would be their favorite; my fave was the gay store called 'Get booked' (ahhh, where i bought my first gay porn). Two bargain bin DVDs... OMG! They are horrible; not even a plot, unless you call a guy working under a sink, getting up from it and having sex as a plot. At least their lines were easy to remember, "yeah", "ohhh", "Ahhh", etc. Anyways, it was 10hrs of porn for only $40!
Speaking of porn, what is with those straight guys watching porn together? Gay.
Anyway, they said the same thing i did, i think, that there would be nothing to do; but my sister wants to go back, and she wasn't even 16 at the time, so there must be something fun for them to do.
I want to go back to Vegas, it was fun, First gay porno, first beer, first drunk guy i didn't know coming up to me asking me if i was having any luck while trying not to fall down; Good times. I even got to drive in Vegas's back roads which to me is anything off the strip and Freemont st. Even better, we stayed free, since the first slot machine my mom played, with her first quarter/dollar/other denom, paid for the whole trip; rooms and everything. Then when my dad played, it paid for a bulk of the gambling expenses. I think after all was said and done; we either broke even (rooms paid, lost no money, food paid, traveling expenses etc) or came out ahead.
BTW, the porno's i bought were called (and i swear, i just picked out two really fast, that looked semi-good: i.e. i didn't look at the names):
Manly Muscle Cum Machines: Buff, Built, and Love to Bone!
Jackhammering Jocks: Take that nice, beautiful stiff crank and jackhammer it home!
posted by Brian Smith @ 9:25 PM
1 Comments:
from a previous post:
Well, first let me say that I've baled hay, too (your spelling of the correct "bale" would�denote you had "bailed" your hay out of jail).� I grew up in a rural area and worked on my parent's land.� And believe me, there wasn't a salvage yard in sight, either.� Just the land that had to be worked by family members.� So you're not unique there.
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Second, let's clear up this usage of the term "broke dick."� Having grown up in a rural area, where such terms are used, I know the correct and incorrect ways to use that�saying.� It's really meant to�be a humorous, sarcastic, or hateful jab at�someone to infer impotence, not someone that's poor.� But you continue to use it to imply someone's financial status.� And by the way, before you even question my virility, I'm far from impotent.�
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You're right about something: I really don't know you, except by what you say on here.� You're the one that decided to post stories about your life, your thoughts, and your comments on things around you.� When you put yourself out there in a public way, you have to learn to accept the critical observations along with the good ones.� Your dependence on others, as mentioned in my first posting that was in response to what you had posted, was something I found problematic.� It certainly doesn't affect me in my life.� However, it will over time become a problem for you.� Independence is what really makes someone fabulous.� Being a young gay male doesn't make you fabulous.� Being a strong, self-reliant individual, regardless of age or sexuality, is what builds the core of your being, and is in the end what makes a person fabulous.� It doesn't matter how much money someone else has, or how much your parents have.� It's about what you have, what you've earned, and what you've achieved.� It's about�learning to depend on yourself.�
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While I've tried to make that point from a sarcastic standpoint, I decided to say�it in a very straight-forward way this time.� The point is: you are young MAN with�what I'm sure is a great deal of potential.� Don't rely on your grandmother to buy things for you, or your parents to support you no matter how little or how much they have.� There comes a time when you leave your childhood behind and move into the responsibility of adulthood.� Only then can you fully realize how fabulous you can be
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