Hiya Dom,

I always call that rare feeling of not giving a royal rip about anything "feeling magenta", after I heard it described that way on an old episode of The Golden Girls when I was a kid. You're not really blue; you're not green with envy; you're not yellow (scared, I suppose); you're not seeing red... You're just a mix of all those colors, and knew from the moment you first woke up that it was gonna be one of those days - a magenta day.

And you're not a construction worker, eh? Damn, there goes that fantasy o' mine. LMAO And to think of the outfit I had you wearing in my mind (cough, cough)...

Danny

I've had days like that. It's kind of annoying sometimes, everyone thinks you're in a bad mood when really you're not, you're just not in a mood at all. Or at least that's what happens to me.

~Izzy

I've had days like that. It's kind of annoying sometimes, everyone thinks you're in a bad mood when really you're not, you're just not in a mood at all. Or at least that's what happens to me.

~Izzy

I know how you feel, I had one of those days last week. Everyone keep asking if I was mad,sad,tired, but i wasn't. So yeah I know how you feel. I think it happens to just about everyone.

rekop1

You're lucky, Dom ... I'm in that kind of mood almost every day ...

So what *does* Dom do for a living?

I came close to promising my self I wouldn't read your blog anymore, because you sound so depressed all the time and there is nothing I can do about it.

I love your writing and the three emails you sent are a treasure for me. But you sound so damnably down.

I myself am really getting dragged into the pit by thinking of all the suffering that is around at the moment. A friend's daughter is going slowly and painfully insane and again I cannot help. And then I read that you are worse than fed up and David says he feels the same everyday.

Ah well maybe as Dr Johnson said Cheerfulness will break out again, somewhere sometime soon. :wacko:

G.

Dom, dear, it's called two valium, a stud with a 9" cock, and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Does wonders for those feelings...

(oh, and medicine not to be applied in exactly that order. I recommend taking half the Jack, then getting screwed senseless by the stud, followed by valium and the rest of the Jack the next morning when you wake up and see what he really looks like.)

Dom, dear, it's called two valium, a stud with a 9" cock, and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

 

Does wonders for those feelings...

 

(oh, and medicine not to be applied in exactly that order. I recommend taking half the Jack, then getting screwed senseless by the stud, followed by valium and the rest of the Jack the next morning when you wake up and see what he really looks like.)

Now that's a lot better advice than my own post. A lot lot better. So truly practical

BTW Dan I am incubating an essay on one of your stories. I am just so damned busy at present, but I feel I will burst if I do not put down what I think about your work.

G.

Dom, dear, it's called two valium, a stud with a 9" cock, and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

 

Does wonders for those feelings...

 

(oh, and medicine not to be applied in exactly that order. I recommend taking half the Jack, then getting screwed senseless by the stud, followed by valium and the rest of the Jack the next morning when you wake up and see what he really looks like.)

Sweet, sweet Dan ... now is that the kind of example we want to be setting for our younger readers? hehe

Everyone knows that the best way to overcome a bad case of the blues is to have a nice cup of tea and read the Bible.

Dom, dear, it's called two valium, a stud with a 9" cock, and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

 

Does wonders for those feelings...

 

(oh, and medicine not to be applied in exactly that order. I recommend taking half the Jack, then getting screwed senseless by the stud, followed by valium and the rest of the Jack the next morning when you wake up and see what he really looks like.)

 

Sweet, sweet Dan ... now is that the kind of example we want to be setting for our younger readers? hehe

 

Everyone knows that the best way to overcome a bad case of the blues is to have a nice cup of tea and read the Bible.

 

As long as you've seduced the youth paster and he's enjoying your company that might work as well.

As long as you've seduced the youth paster and he's enjoying your company that might work as well.

Sounds like a potentially good scene for "Service" ... but, of course, after Jarred seduces the youth pastor (following an interesting back-and-forth debate on Mormonism), Jarred introduces him to the wonders of gay sex, forcing him to verbally foresake his "God," cum on the Book of Mormon, and then when that's over, tear his throat out with his fangs (since he doesn't have the potential to be a familiar).

Or would that be too risque???

Dom, dear, it's called two valium, a stud with a 9" cock, and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

 

Does wonders for those feelings...

 

(oh, and medicine not to be applied in exactly that order. I recommend taking half the Jack, then getting screwed senseless by the stud, followed by valium and the rest of the Jack the next morning when you wake up and see what he really looks like.)

Yup, that's exactly what I plan on doing next time I'm feeling down **rolls eyes**

I had one of those days today dom... I got up at noon for class, and debated going at all. I ended up going anyway (and pissed off the guy I walk to class with everyday because I didn't emerge to do my bathroom things until 15 minutes before class hehe). It was half a waste and half not, we did nothing, but the professor DID mention that class next thursday is cancelled, so I'm not going to that class until the tuesday after next (two classes a week). Then I studied for a calculus quiz that I had at 6pm (would have gotten 100% if I had two more minutes, god damnit!), but instead of studying the whole time, I helped the same guy I go to class with wage prank wars on three girls who wrote stuff with those car window marker things on his car, his window, another friends window, a girls windows, and then just today, my own car window, plus his dorm window, and they also rubbed vix (sp?) vapor rub on his door handle and the other guy's door handle... we stole one of the girls' hub caps, rubbed shampoo + mouth wash mixture on the same girls door, and rubbed soap on another girls door, AND THEN the hub cap chick wrapped HIS car with seran wrap tonight.... if that run-on sentence makes sense, I congratulate you, and if not: The War of Guys vs. Girls, Stockton Chapter hath begun!

Point-in-case I was unproductive but had fun >: D

Please tell me that's not Stockton California...people who live in stockton are just plane weird.

Please tell me that's not Stockton California...people who live in stockton are just plane weird.

Like Modesto's any different. Look at this group that I am a member of on Facebook.com:

You belong to this group because:

orchard parties are fun

cruising down McHenry is what you do when you get your license

99 is the only freeway

Vintage Faire Mall...it is the "best" and closest place to shop

it's not unusual to see motorized wheelchairs in the driving lanes

you wake up to the fresh smell of fertilizer

Southside Modesto is little TJ

half your high school attends MJC or Stan State or did they even graduate?

you know all about the Laci Peterson trial

you hate Gary Condit

the smoking and drinking habits start by the age of 14...or if not already

Concert in the Park is the place to go in the summer

iceblocking is fun

curfew at midnight is enforced by the police

drunk driving checkpoints are everywhere

Riverbank is THE city of action

you or most of your friends played water polo or soccer

rice rockets are everywhere...damn noisy cars...

confederate flags are flown on trucks

taco trucks are good

it is not norcal, it is called the central valley bitch

scurfing aka canal surfing is the coolest

the lake is our beach

Hella/Hecka...yeah we say it....

IF YOU LIVE/LIVED IN THE 209 aka Modesto or surrounding areas, JOIN!

I mean, CANAL SURFING?

Please tell me that's not Stockton California...people who live in stockton are just plane weird.

No, I'm in New Jersey... there's a town called Stockton in NJ but oddly enough my school ain't there lol.

Please tell me that's not Stockton California...people who live in stockton are just plane weird.

 

Like Modesto's any different.

Well, you know -- the Valley . In general. Weird.

(there's a local slogan "Keep Santa Cruz Weird" but that's about whether we should make life hard for street musicians, jugglers, comedians, poetry peddlars, and petition pushers: actually Santa Cruz is normal and its all that hinterland stuff that's weird)

Please tell me that's not Stockton California...people who live in stockton are just plane weird.

 

Like Modesto's any different. Look at this group that I am a member of on Facebook.com:

 

You belong to this group because:

orchard parties are fun

cruising down McHenry is what you do when you get your license

99 is the only freeway

Vintage Faire Mall...it is the "best" and closest place to shop

it's not unusual to see motorized wheelchairs in the driving lanes

you wake up to the fresh smell of fertilizer

Southside Modesto is little TJ

half your high school attends MJC or Stan State or did they even graduate?

you know all about the Laci Peterson trial

you hate Gary Condit

the smoking and drinking habits start by the age of 14...or if not already

Concert in the Park is the place to go in the summer

iceblocking is fun

curfew at midnight is enforced by the police

drunk driving checkpoints are everywhere

Riverbank is THE city of action

you or most of your friends played water polo or soccer

rice rockets are everywhere...damn noisy cars...

confederate flags are flown on trucks

taco trucks are good

it is not norcal, it is called the central valley bitch

scurfing aka canal surfing is the coolest

the lake is our beach

Hella/Hecka...yeah we say it....

IF YOU LIVE/LIVED IN THE 209 aka Modesto or surrounding areas, JOIN!

I mean, CANAL SURFING?

Um, let's see:

I LOVE the concert in the park...

Does Drinking on the way to Junior High School count?

Riverbank...urgh...it's the city of action alright...but not the kind of action parents like to hear about.

taco trucks aren't good...they're GREAT!

What the hell is wrong with scurfing? That frog has it all wrong (unless you've lived in Modesto, you probably don't know what the frog is...)

You've got a hecka hella lot of nerve dissing Modesto...

I'll have you know Gary Condit lived down the street from my grandparents...he's a good man...and a big slut like most of Modesto. We all know we like to sleep around...and so we're vicious when one of us gets caught.

What's wrong with confederate flags? Most of the boys flying them are cute in a grungy way...

Don't knock MJC or Turkey Tech...I graduated from MJC ya know...

Downey RULES

Um, yeah, I cruised down McHenry when I turned 16 and got my license...your point is?

Um, how many towns get Movies made about their cruising habits and then celebrate the movie every June (American Graffiti for all the ignoramuses out there)

Vintage Faire just isn't the same without the 70's era decor...however when I was in there the other week they A&F store had a real model in the front...woohoo...camera phone out and pictures galore!

Orchard parties...first time I got laid with a girl was at an orchard party. I did it with her boyfriend the next week at another orchard party (like I said...Modesto is full of sluts...it's okay to admit it...just don't get caught)

Curfew...you just have to know how to dodge the cops...failing that...forge a note from your parents authorizing you to be out...

Drunk Driving Road Blocks...well Modesto's one of those towns where it doesn't surprise a kid to get a call from the police to come pick up their mother because she was caught driving drunk...

Beyer sucks, Downey Rules!

(was just down there last night doing shopping at the Safeway...it's weird, every time I go in there I remember it use to be a theater and was where I watched Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, and Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (plus a heck of a lot of other movies). Festival Cinemas was where we watched the original Star Wars movies...

Dude, like don't forget to visit the McHenry Mansion Museum...it's wickedly boring.