I haven’t been home to write much.

I was planing on having a super happy post tonight, but todays events have changed that. This morning, I kissed someone on the head in a wonderful goodbye gesture, and by this evening it was all dashed. All out of my control.

I feel sick.

I really care about this woman, and I plan on sticking around hoping that things on her side even out. I realize that the previous sentence makes no sense to anyone except me, but suffice it to say that I can wait.

I didn’t sleep last night, and I probably won’t sleep tonight. Opposite reasons. I will try to though.

Goodnight.

So, I didn’t post more writing. I’m just trying to get it right.

A Snorking We Will Go

Never make fun of the Snorks. They were B. A.*

PS, Chapter 1 Part 2 is coming tomorrow.

*Bad Ass. A’doy.

Balloon Head!

This is what happens when you give me 40 seconds to think.

A long day off

It has been a long, long day. At the end, even after seeing 300 and having multiple mood swings, I only have one thing to say.

I have an amazing group of friends.

OK, less confusing now

I moved the comments to the bottom of the post. Now, “Little P” will be less confused ha ha!

Things that were broken are now fixed

Someone comment now, because you can. Someone spank me, because I like it.

Chapter 1, Part 1

I’m starting a story, simply because it’s banging around in my head. Some of it is autobiographical, and some of it is plainly creative. I don’t have a title yet.

Meet Robert. Robert Wells. And it was Robert, not Rob (which he didn’t actually mind) or Robby (which he despised). Robert was a normal sort of guy. 6’3″-ish tall. Brown-ish hair. Red-ish beard. Plump-ish. Robert lived in Chicago. Robert liked to watch cartoons and shows about science and history. Robert knew more about music than most. Robert enjoyed many types of cuisine, but preferred his food to have an Asian flair. Robert loved to drink with his friends, and was quite fond of Guinness and different kinds of Vodka. Robert went out of his way to help his friends, probably more than he should, and was more cynical than he should have been to people he didn’t know. But, most of all, Robert was unhappy.

It all started with a divorce. Scratch that, it all started with growing up in a travel trailer. OK, never mind, it all started when he didn’t have a father. He had worked through most of that though, and felt he was pretty OK with his distant past. Lately, he had been more concerned with his recent past, and the bleak future he felt was ahead of him.

Robert had had a difficult year. A year of no days off, making next to nothing, and being worn out for far too long. A year of broken hearts and splintered psyche. Now he was left with a feeling of emptiness. He felt like a spent rifle round; a cartridge lying on the ground, encrusted with the burnt remnants of what once was his power.

The emptiness had increased due to a few completely failed relationships over the past year. A long term relationship that made him feel foolish, and a short term relationship that he still dreamed of. Robert knew many girls, quite a few very attractive to him, but always found himself alone anyways. There was Samantha (who was too young for a bar, and he felt that if he couldn’t take a girl to a bar, he shouldn’t try to bite her butt), Anna (who said she was into him, then flipped like a half-cooked pancake), Keira (who just seemed uninterested as a whole), and many more. He felt like he wasn’t trying too hard, but knew he probably was. He didn’t know what a middle ground was any longer. What was a middle ground anyways? Robert had never figured that out.

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Damn

I exploded this site. I’m fixing it now.