Razor

I took the liberty of showing your picture to my friend, Todd, for a second opinion. I will quote him so it's not biased at all. Also, be aware that this gets a tad... erm... racy. "I'd tap it until it broke. I'd shake it until I couldn't break it no more. I'd rock his c**k all down the block." I would definitely take that one as a compliment.

Hehe, usually I hear "freshman five". What's really great is that in the year that I was a freshman I lost... oh... let's be conservative and say I started out the year at 165. That's still twenty pounds. Somehow, unlike most people, when I'm stressed or depressed or just plain anxious, I lose my appetite... And I drink diet. Always diet. Prefer diet Dr. Pepper, but I'll do diet Coke too. The only thing I ever drink that I can think of that has any caloric value whatsoever is my doubleshot from starbucks, and that's because it has two shots of milk in it. Oh, and if I ever go out to eat, I drink sweet tea, and it better be sweet or I'll pitch a fit, damn it. Hate when I go to a restaurant and they can't even make tea correctly. I added it up once, and realized that with all the cokes I drank, I was getting more carbs from what I drank than what I ate.

Bad thing is the vaccine is indicated (currently) in young girls who've never had any sexual encounters. You're supposed to get it before becoming sexually active, and I don't know enough about it to know whether it'd be effective in other cases. Apparently they don't know enough about it, either, lol.

I was telling a good friend earlier that I really don't know if I should be happy that I'm always right or sad that people never surprise me. I've severed any and all ties with the boy that was driving me insane. I've deleted his number from my phone, his addy from my msn... hell I've thrown away the Pez dispensers his mom sent as a happy. Everything I can think of that reminds me of him is gone; I've efficiently and thoroughly erased his existence, and the only sign that he ever was is in my memory. The thing is, it still hurts a lot. I know it shouldn't, and I keep telling myself that, but I think I can move on now. Why does this change anything, you may ask? Well, I'm the type of person that needs finality. I sent him a note informing him of exactly what I was doing and what my intention was, as well as an explanation of why I was doing it. I let him know that it's impossible for me to keep him at arm's length, and that at the moment I can't even truthfully consider him a friend because he's too distant in every meaning of the word. I can't be friends with someone I never speak to or see; those are acquaintances, not friends. Even if he did want to be my friend, I don't think I could be his friend. After having feelings that deep for someone, being rejected is simply the end. I can't go back and erase what I said and did; I offered myself and got turned away, more than once. I did everything I knew to do, tried my best, and nothing good came of it. I don't know for sure, but I really don't think I could ever truly move past that. It's too deeply engrained, and to try to get over it would just cause me a lot of pain with no real benefit. I don't think he understands at all, either. The phrase that comes to mind is this: missing someone is sitting next to them every day, knowing you can never have them. I won't do that. I refuse because it just hurts too much. The solution is to get rid of the ambivalence. I can't have two options open forever. I have to make choices and move on with my life. I've chosen to erase him from existence, and it feels like I'm throwing my heart into the trash. It'll get better now. Each day he'll fade more and more until he's just another ghost from my past to haunt me with the mistakes I've made. Eventually he may even be excorcised and cease to be of any importance at all. He has taught me something important, though. Some people will never be worth the effort and affection you're willing to give, no matter how much you love them. To say that stings right now, but I know it will eventually pass. In the future, I expect to be absolutely correct. I expect that I will never, ever hear from him again as a result of his initiative. I expect that one day I will walk past him on campus, and I will keep looking forward with my head held high. I expect that he will keep his eyes straight forward and continue walking. When he does, I will know that he has been erased. When he does, I will know he never loved me. When he does, I won't cry for him.

I would think that spray-on condoms would work better, actually. They'd be more form-fitted, so the risk of slippage and uneven friction build-up would be far less. ~shrug~

I assume that this isn't what you meant, but using two condoms at the same time is a very, very bad idea. Specifically, one man wearing two condoms at once is a bad idea. Seems like not a lot of people know that doing that greatly increases the risk of breakage because of the friction produced between the two layers of latex. Latex likes to stick, and latex really likes to stick to latex, so that creates a perfect situation for a tear in the condoms. End result is just that you're at higher risk for contracting diseases/impregnating a girl (though I guess the latter's sorta outta place here).

Wow... you are HOT. In fact I'd go so far as to say extremely hot. And YAY hazel eyes, they're my favorite (mine are hazel, and the same issue happens to me when I take pictures a lot of times; I end up with blue eyes in the picture or some random weird color that looks nothing like mine).

That's how I catch you. Title the thread all innocent-like, then WHAM, next thing you know you're reading about guys who can pop their dicks. I win. Also... oh my god, how do you know if it's poppable or not? And how far is too far? And... just... aaaaahhhhh!

But you see, that just means that I would get stuck in a never-ending loop. If I waited, then inevitably I would decide to rewrite before releasing. Then, I would look at that draft and be like "Wow, this is shit!" and then want to rewrite. See my point? Yeah, Rave Boy's an exception to my policy but that's because the gap is so huge in it. I started it when I was like fourteen, and I'm almost nineteen now. Of course, I never posted any of it for a long, long time, but that's still a gigantic gap in writing ability. I think it'll end up as one of those exponential equations graphed backwards, if you have any idea what I mean... goes up really crazy fast at first but eventually it just levels off, even though it still keeps getting better; it's just not as drastic a leap. ANYWHO, I'm glad you liked it Benji!!! Warning: shameless plug follows. Chapter five of Ana is up and I'm toying with the next one... seemed like most people were interested in that one more than the others... ~shrug~ Just throwing that out there.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Hope you have a great one!!!

I believe it's Stephen King who forces at least six pages every day. I was just talking about his tendency to water down the plot in some of his books... maybe that's why that happens. To each his own, I guess. Personally I'll keep doing a few thousand whenever I feel inclined.

Depends on how long it's been since I wrote. I'm lucky enough to be able to speed read and comprehend. Rereading five, ten, fifteen, or even twenty chapters isn't so incredibly daunting if you're going quick enough to be spending a minute or less on each one. Besides, if I wrote it myself, then I already know what the high points were, the spots where I felt the most in character, and the framework of the story. Generally I have goals for chapters; this chapter is about this, this will happen in it, the general feel will be this, I want the reader to think this, etc. Reread the last bit, check any notes, figure out my goal, remember the feel I want, and go. Now, for you guys that write twenty, thirty, or forty page single spaced chapters.... jeez man, fantasy epic syndrome much? No offense of course, but it is one of Stephen King's great downfalls as well as many authors in that sometimes they water down too much and you end up with soup instead of stew; of course you don't want a solid block either, but there's most definitely a happy medium. I tend to not water down enough, I know, but I wonder sometimes why authors write the things they do. If it's not furthering plot, giving insight, projecting a mood, or performing some specific function... why is it there? Guess that's a different topic though, sorry!

It works for me. I prefer writing as I release. Yeah, in times when I'm insanely busy or stressed my writing goes out the window and I lose my teensy fanbase, but who am I really writing for? Me me me me me me, I'm a greedy bastard, indeed. I like it, and seeing other people enjoy it is just a nice added perk. I publish as I write because it's just more fun that way. It also helps to keep me on track. I just started back writing; if I hadn't had three ongoing stories then I would've never come back to it. Sure, I'm not even half as busy or stressed as I've been for the past year, but it just wouldn't have come to the forefront of my to-do list, y'know? This way it's easier to get back into it after a break. As for an inferior product, I don't think that's true. I think it depends on your writing style more than anything; if you naturally have a story with a ton of weird details and random things, then there's more room for error. Then again, if you're not enjoying writing enough to really have a feel for your story and a willingness to keep your thoughts developed a good way ahead, then exactly why are you writing? Besides all of that, it also serves as an excellent personal record. If I did the whole thing before I put it up, then I'd have to do draft after draft to fix the inconsistencies in ability. I don't mean to be pompous, but with each and every chapter I get a little better. By the end of a story, the first chapter looks like hell (case in point, Rave Boy's gone until I decide to fix it because it was awful at the beginning and even toward the end). Yeah, I'll probably rewrite it, but in the meantime it's nice to have a little display of improvement.

WOOT! I win! I was interesting! Go me!!!!! And that trend is STILL continuing, fyi. It's getting worse and worse and worse, and every time I turn around I want to hit people so much. What the hell is wrong with you that you're absolutely unable to produce any empathy? Did your mama never tell you to think about how you'd feel if it happened to you?! Jeez, people are just such... unbearable jackasses sometimes. Now, empathy does have its limits, like in this thread. Dude, no, never, not under any circumstances that I can imagine would I ever have sex with someone knowing they are HIV positive. Regardless of what anyone says, there is no cure, and it is a death sentence. Today it's just a prolonged death sentence. It's not a happy regiment of therapy, and several people have severe problems tolerating the medication they have to take daily. In the words of one woman... "I wake up in the morning, and I take a pill. Then I smoke a joint. Then I take another pill, and then I smoke another joint. That's how I spend my mornings every day, and it's the only way I don't spend the rest of the day vomiting." I don't want to have to live like that, sorry. I feel for anyone who is positive, but I will not put myself in the position to become positive as well. And I think that if I were positive, I would not be able to put others in that position. If you really love someone and you're HIV positive, then you would do what's best for the person you love, which is not have sex with them. I'm sorry, but I don't see any other possible best outcome to aim for than to keep the people you love safe. If it hurts their feelings, big deal; they'll still be alive and well for a long time to get over it.

Y'know, a lot of people ask me why I chose a college in Mississippi when I probably could've gone out of state, or they ask me where I intend to live... and oddly enough I really want to live here. I don't know whether I can invest the amount of stoicism and effort it would take to live normally (at least my version of normal) here, but it is kind of like James said. I've thought about it, and the big problem with Mississippi is that it's the dregs; everyone that gets rich leaves, all the smart people leave, and all we're left with is the dregs of society. Is it really okay to just run away in search of something a bit better and leave the next round to deal with the same shit? And if I did stay, would it really make any difference at all to have just one more out gay guy trying to be normal in the midst of southern baptists? ~shrug~ I do like the small town feel sometimes, and I'd want to have a family somewhere with the same small town feel, but I don't want them surrounded by idiots, either. Too many factors right now for me to make a choice, but it would really be nice if more people actually stayed in Mississippi other than religio-conservative freaks. For some reason, even though Columbia, MS gave me all kinds of hell, it still kind of feels like home. That might be how everybody feels about their hometown, though. Hey, maybe I could find a better home, dunno.

It's cute, Joe. I'm just not much for that particular style, but you pull it off well. Now what's your favorite color? We'll spice it up a bit.

I agree with this whole-heartedly. Barring HEAVY activity, my deodorant of choice usually works absolutely wonderfully. I've gotten stuck away from home with no change of clothing or anything, so unable to shower, and yeah, armpits still smell just like deodorant a day or two later. Now, should one do this frequently? Nah, but it's damned nice to know that you're safe if something crazy happens. And besides... how the hell do you get smelly so fast that good deodorant/anti-perspirant won't last you at least a day? Unless you're doing heavy excercise, then yeah.

Heh, you guys make me sound like a slob, but I say you're all hyper-hygienic. There's just this lil limit I have about how dirty I can get without hopping into the shower. Of course, just like the rest of the world, I might make a bit more effort if I'll be out and about that day. Generally it's a shower in the morning and that's it. Of course, I'm like Krista... sweating just... perturbs me. That's the reason I'm hating that damned devil deodorant. If my shirt gets damp/wet from sweat... it's gotta come off, ASAP, and I will skip class, drop appointments, whatever I have to do to have the time to go back and change clothes. That's just a matter of personal comfort. Generally I still don't smell bad, but just ew ew ew ew, nobody wants to hug you if you're sweaty. If they do, pretty sure that's a fetish.

Yeah this is an old entry of yours but I was just randomly reading and saw something interesting. Prozac caused tinnitus for you, too, huh? I still have it a little; if I try and lay down when I'm not actually ready to sleep and there's no noise, it'll drive me insane, but otherwise it's manageable. The interesting thing is that it seemed like the Prozac made it incredibly noticeable, to the point that when I was dog-tired I couldn't sleep for the ringing/whooshing/rushing/whitenoisey sound. The only thing that's ever done that to me before was DXM, but it induces a state in which you're unable to sleep no matter how tired you may be anyway, so you don't exactly notice it unless you're trying desperately to get shut-eye. Which I did, often, and it drove me up a wall... would lay down in bed upside down atop my head to put some pressure on it because for some reason that seemed to help the teensiest amount. In closing, prozac is evil and you rock.

At the moment I'm stuck with regular deodorant and it's driving me f**king nutty. I can't stand it, and I'm just the kinda guy that sweats easy anyway. Combine that with Mississippi summer heat and humidity, and you've got a recipe for a drenched shirt. It makes me feel absolutely repulsive, and I've been taking steps to minimize my exposure to the outdoors because of it. This weekend, I will remedy that when I go get junk I need from Wally-world. ~nods~ Also, I use body spray every day. Why? Because it also helps to kill bacteria on the skin and keep you smelling fresh. I have a favorite flavor of axe I use on a daily basis... and no, I do not drench myself. That is on the same level with the chicks that fumigate rooms by walking into them. Besides, it seems that other people like my flavor of axe since everyone who hugs me always tells me how great I smell. ~shrug~ I shower daily or every other day, depending. Every other day is when I haven't left the room and won't be leaving the room and have no reason to shower. Luckily I'm not the kind of guy that starts smelling bad hours after a shower. I also recycle my jeans before I wash them, assuming they're not dirty/I haven't gotten them sweaty. Reminds me, need to buy decent clothing soon. Everything but my t-shirts is too big, and my grandma bought me a couple pairs of jeans a lil while back that fit well and a pair of nice khakis, but I have nothing that matches, and my shoes are falling apart. ~sigh~ Must... find... sugar-daddy...

It's a ligament, darlin'. That's what makes the popping noises when you pop joints; it's not the bones, but the ligaments that are connected to them. There's one main ligament that runs to the top of your happy place... which is why it sticks outward instead of just falling straight down. 'Course there are more than just the one main ligament, but that's the way they do surgeries involving elongation of your fun zone; they cut that ligament.

.........wow, what titular nimrodery. You rock, Kevvers. You know as well as the rest of the world that sometimes people need time to recharge. A lot of times when you're that busy you're running on empty anyway, and there's just not anymore of yourself to give. Take your time, do what you want, be with (or without) who you want, and just don't give a damn about it. ~gigantic ultra mega hugs of chocolate-flavored doom~ Take care of yourself.

.........wow, what titular nimrodery. You rock, Kevvers. You know as well as the rest of the world that sometimes people need time to recharge. A lot of times when you're that busy you're running on empty anyway, and there's just not anymore of yourself to give. Take your time, do what you want, be with (or without) who you want, and just don't give a damn about it. ~gigantic ultra mega hugs of chocolate-flavored doom~ Take care of yourself.

My mother told me something extremely interesting and more than just a little hilarious today. As you all well know, I do not like my sperm-donor. Well, karma has bitten him squarely upon the ass, and it made me giggle. He was robbed recently. He was at work (offshore) and his wife was not home. They took EVERYTHING. A few items missing: -.45 pistol -Big screen TV -Computers -500 dollars in cash -Checks Every drawer was up-ended. Every cabinet was raked bare. No nook nor cranny was left unsearched. "Now Jamie," you may say, "that is not funny at all. You may not like him, but he's still a person (and a person's a person, no matter how small! Get it? Dick joke a la Dr. Seuss, muahahahahahaha!). It's just not cool that you're laughing at his misfortune!" You would be right in this, for it is immoral to giggle at another's misfortune. At least, most people would say this. I, however, have a fairly developed sense of JUSTICE, in that if one perpetrates acts against others, then one deserves some sort of retribution. Usually I refrain, since I view retribution as harming myself at least as much as I harm the person who wronged me. That don't make a f**K when it comes to someone else doing it for me, though, LMGDAO. He had 500 bucks stashed. Where was that money when my little sister was sick? Where was it when he knew things were tight for us? Hmmm? Sitting under a .45 pistol, and now both of 'em got JACKED, bitch! Where was he from the time I was eleven onward? Where was he when my little siblings were growing up without a dad? Where was he when my older sister needed help financially? Oh, wait, she did call him, and he basically told her f**K you. THAT'S where he was. Aaahhhh.... yup. Therefore, with all of the evidence collected in favor of the theory that he is indeed a worthless, scummy, closeted and homophobic homosexual, dirty, low-down, yellow (no, serious, his liver's gonna fail any day now), asshole excuse of a human being.... I get great pleasure out of knowing that, though I have refrained from doing anything mean to him, the universe has forced him to reap a tiny amount of what he has sown. That is all. Now, I'm going to giggle more. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Lmao, I have absolutely no clue where he picked it up, and I don't converse with him anymore. Still, it would indeed be nice to know how he stumbled across that one.