Monday, July 31, 2006
Never will never come again
Rocky Raccoon thought he was the man.
But Big Bill Bubaloo knew
That the girl and Rocky were threw.
Normal-sized Stan liked to hang out
With big nosed Dan.
And Mary enjoyed the company of Fran.
They had something of a Rainbow Connection
Their hearts flew in every direction.
Their feelings were an erection to their love and affection.
Take what is given, give what is yours
Sit on the mountains and rest on the shores.
Never will never come again
But Big Bill Bubaloo knew
That the girl and Rocky were threw.
Normal-sized Stan liked to hang out
With big nosed Dan.
And Mary enjoyed the company of Fran.
They had something of a Rainbow Connection
Their hearts flew in every direction.
Their feelings were an erection to their love and affection.
Take what is given, give what is yours
Sit on the mountains and rest on the shores.
Never will never come again
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Family Reunion
Have you ever picked up a chick (or a guy) and you've started to get into it, kissing rubbing, sucking, whatever.
It starts getting heavy and the passion starts to rise.
And then you realise that she (or he) has the same perfume that your mother or sister wears (or brother/father).
So as the scent fills your nostrils the memories start to flow back into your brain. The familiar olfactory response brings back all the memories of your youth and your childhood.
And she starts to fondle you, but now all you can think about is your sister, and you think to yourself...
"This is the best family reunion, ever."
It starts getting heavy and the passion starts to rise.
And then you realise that she (or he) has the same perfume that your mother or sister wears (or brother/father).
So as the scent fills your nostrils the memories start to flow back into your brain. The familiar olfactory response brings back all the memories of your youth and your childhood.
And she starts to fondle you, but now all you can think about is your sister, and you think to yourself...
"This is the best family reunion, ever."
I'm Over It
I am officially over it. Are you?
If you're anything like me, and chances are you may be, then after you finish your day job you may occasionally head down to your local watering hole and knock back a few. Especially on a Friday evening.
That's been a fairly regular circumstance in my life of late. Friday evening drinks with the good (and not so good) folks from work. The only problem is that it's become so regular that it is now more of a chore than a fun thing to do.
The same places, the same music, the same drinks, the same people, the same quicksand.
The last three fridays I've come home feeling bummed out and depressed (and way too sober). Even before then the nights were mostly hit and miss. I mean how much fun can you have doing the same thing without the assistance of drugs and/or alcohol?
It's actually bummed me out pretty heavily. It always seems like a good idea at the time. Go have a few drinks with some friends, check out the chicks, get fucked up. Who could ask for more? Well, me, I guess.
It's not all bad though. The nights usually start off pretty decent. They just end up shitty. And I've realised, it's me. It's not my idea of a good time.
I just can't handle being out with people who just wanna listen to shitty music and talk about work. And on top of it all I see most of thise people in a daily basis, I don't really want or need to see them anymore than eight hours a day.
It could be that I'm just a bitter, twisted fuck who desperately needs to get laid. Perhaps I'm looking for love in all the wrong places. Perhaps I'm just a little whinny bitch. Probably.
If you're anything like me, and chances are you may be, then after you finish your day job you may occasionally head down to your local watering hole and knock back a few. Especially on a Friday evening.
That's been a fairly regular circumstance in my life of late. Friday evening drinks with the good (and not so good) folks from work. The only problem is that it's become so regular that it is now more of a chore than a fun thing to do.
The same places, the same music, the same drinks, the same people, the same quicksand.
The last three fridays I've come home feeling bummed out and depressed (and way too sober). Even before then the nights were mostly hit and miss. I mean how much fun can you have doing the same thing without the assistance of drugs and/or alcohol?
It's actually bummed me out pretty heavily. It always seems like a good idea at the time. Go have a few drinks with some friends, check out the chicks, get fucked up. Who could ask for more? Well, me, I guess.
It's not all bad though. The nights usually start off pretty decent. They just end up shitty. And I've realised, it's me. It's not my idea of a good time.
I just can't handle being out with people who just wanna listen to shitty music and talk about work. And on top of it all I see most of thise people in a daily basis, I don't really want or need to see them anymore than eight hours a day.
It could be that I'm just a bitter, twisted fuck who desperately needs to get laid. Perhaps I'm looking for love in all the wrong places. Perhaps I'm just a little whinny bitch. Probably.
