Sunday is either going to be really busy or really boring. Let’s see there’s the Lingerie Bowl, the Puppy Bowl, and the Super Bowl. If anyone cares I’m choosing the Giants to win though I have no emotional investment in either team. The only team I care about this season are the Lions. I’m probably going to pick up a second team next season to follow since I’m not sure I’m going to shell out the money for the NFL package that lets me follow games not in my market. If anyone wants to make a donation though… the Freaky Deaky Fund link is to your right.
Yesterday, it seemed like everybody and their mama was knocking at my door. Seriously, it got annoying as hell and it must’ve shown on my face because as soon as I opened the door people started stammering. Maybe I need to work on not scowling at people. Honestly, it’s my default face so I don’t know how that’s going to work out. Anyway, the first person was a maintenance person for the complex. She was seriously about to get cussed out for coming by and wanting to get in without giving me 24 hour notice. Eventually, I figured out she was there just to give me the new keys to the front door. I say eventually, because English isn’t her first language so it took me a couple of tries to understand her. Wish they’d quit using cheap ass locks and hire people whose first language is English but that’s okay, in a few months I’m outta there! Probably about an half hour later I get another knock on the door. I look out the peephole and see a cute female so of course, I open the door. A cute smile and a phat ass will one day be my downfall. I just hope I get a good nut before I get got. Anyway, I open the door and she’s just standing there. I’m looking at her like okay who are you and why are you here. After a moment she says that she thinks she has the wrong apartment and turns to leave. She then stops, looks around and asks me, “Do you have any trees?” Wow! If someone was there to take a picture of the look on my face. I imagined it was a look of stunned disbelief, tinged with sadness, with a little lusty leering thrown in. What?! She was hot and the way those leggings clung to her thighs and ass… BOING!!! I don’t smoke anything and generally think drug dealers are scumbag bastards but I’ll be damned if I didn’t close my eyes and think, “Like a good neighbor State Farm is there… with a bag of weed and a bottle of roofies!” But alas, I have Geico so my pussy prayers went unanswered. Fuckers! She left and I’ve been kicking myself ever since for not trying to hit on her. I would kill a hooker on a pile of babies for some pussy!
I now also know that someone in the building is a dealer. Can’t wait to get the fuck out of here! I swear this place will let anyone in who can come up with first and last month’s rent plus security. The churn rate has gotten ridiculous lately. Based on some of the people they let in I’d say it’s slightly above transient housing. Okay, I’m being a bit facetious but…
You don’t know my pain. You can’t share it, trade it, or take it away. Because of that you’re not allowed to judge how long I should have it or how I handle it. It’s my pain and mine alone. Fuck you and the bitch you oozed out of if you don’t understand that!
Lately, my mom keeps telling me things like where she keeps records, account numbers, and things I need to do presumably after she dies. I keep asking her if there’s anything I need to know and she says no. I hate those conversations. They scare me and make me sad. They also make me realize that if anything were to happen to her I don’t have one solitary reason worth living. Part of me is like why bother telling me when I’ve already told you what I planned to do if anything were to happen to you? Maybe she thinks I’ll puss out or something? I don’t know. Anyway, my mom is scheduled to take an early retirement next month and while I’m happy that she’ll finally get away from the stressful job and the ignorant ass people she has to deal with on a daily basis I’m afraid. I’ve heard so many countless stories of people working like slaves and just dropping dead within weeks of retiring. I’d have work til she’s 90 if it keeps her with me. It’s selfish but so am I and I’m okay with that.
Posted on Tuesday, January 31st, 2012 @ 12:41 am by Freaky Deaky. Categories: Pictures.
Just some screen shots of my last Word Feud game. I’m liking it better than Words With Friends at the moment. Now if only the Amazon Appstore would offer the ad free version for free or the Android Market offered it on sale. The flirting is better and the ads seem less obnoxious than with WWF.
This is my best game ever. I used all seven tiles in my rack three times in that game. I also ended up with the Z, Q, and J tiles as well. I like when words are spread out all over the board instead of being stuck in one crappy area. I was agonized after playing “jolly” because I left open a double word square near a Triple World. If my opponent had played a five letter word instead of the four letter “oval” she would’ve taken the lead at that point and made the game really close. I’m glad she didn’t though. LOL
I have to make this statement periodically because some reading this are new and some are just fucking stupid but I absolutely despise lurkers!
The more I follow Rihanna the less hot she’s becoming to me. She tweets like she’s under the influence of something. Don’t even get me started on the knuckle tats. I hate when hot chicks get all those stupid messages and pictures inked on them.
Pineapple and fruit punch lifesavers are the fucking bomb!
I’m getting a little tired of people treating me like I have no feelings or emotions. Seems to me I have two choices, I can either re-establish the fact that I do have feelings by hurting theirs or I can just get rid of people who can’t seem to grasp the concept. Wait that’s not true I can also do both so I suppose I have three options.
My mom thinks that I’m unforgiving. She mentioned that even when it’s family I just won’t forgive them for any wrongs I perceived they’ve done me. I don’t see why family should get a pass in that area. Family more than anyone should know that what they say and/or do to you can hurt you and see how it affects you. When your family does you wrong I think it’s a more serious offense. The way I see it, I don’t generally try to hurt anyone so I take great offense when someone hurts me and even greater when I feel it’s deliberately done. You deliberately hurt me and expect me to forgive you? Why would I do that? So you can do it again? Not saying I can’t be tricked but you’re not going to play the same trick on me. She says that we’re all we have. I tell her, “Then it sucks to be me because when you die so does my heart and every bit of love, empathy, compassion, and goodness I can muster toward others.” Truth is I just don’t value family like she does. So we share some genetics and ancestors, so what? I value loyalty, honor, respect, friendship, and love that is gained because we want it from each other and choose to work for and maintain it not because we have a common surname. So I guess in short, I prefer the family I choose over the one I have. Quit doing me wrong and I might let it go… eventually.
I want to call the stars Down from the sky I want to live a day That never dies I want to change the world Only for you All the impossible I want to do
I want to hold you close Under the rain I want to kiss your smile And feel the pain I know what’s beautiful Looking at you In a world of lies You are the truth
And baby Every time you touch me I become a hero I’ll make you safe No matter where you are And bring you Everything you hope for Nothing is above me I’m shining like a candle in the dark When you tell me that you love me
The online dating thing is interesting. The females I’ve gotten bites from are pretty much 55%-45% long-term relationship seekers and people looking to date. Of course the LTR people read that I plan on moving and they run for the hills. A couple of people showing up as potential matches looked like exes. Thankfully, based on the info in the profiles it’s unlikely that they are. Seems like there’s always one gloom and doom type on the site telling tales of bad things that can happen and at the end of her profile she mentions that she has herpes. Damn! Shit like that is why I generally practice serial monogamy. Oh I don’t really think it’s natural and being monogamous doesn’t guarantee she doesn’t have something I don’t want but I feel better and a little safer knowing the carfax on her pussy. I don’t think a lot of black people use that site. I suppose it could be the age range or maybe I’m an oreo or something but most of my matches seem to be white. I don’t have anything against white women, hell, there’s one in particular I’m looking for named Becky. (Inside joke.) I dated a white chick for a minute. She was kind of coo-coo and one of those chicks that liked felons, thugs, and physically abusive dudes. None of which I am or ever want to be. I guess my concern with the “swirl” is that there’s always going to be a family member or close friend or someone influential and important to the other person that might as well be card carrying member of the Klan. It’s not really something I’m inclined to deal with. There’s plenty of reasons to dislike anyone but to do it on something I can’t change and shouldn’t affect you anyway is too much.
Another thing that bothers me is kind of difficult to avoid at my age. A lot of the matches are women with kids that don’t want any more. I kind of flip flop on wanting them. I’m pretty sure I’m going to stick firm with my 2013 deadline. If I don’t have any by then I don’t plan on having any. Until the deadline has come and gone I at least want the possibility of children on the table. I may grow to like her kids but I’ll probably never love them like I would my own. While it may be selfish, mean, or whatever I’m of the mindset that if a woman doesn’t want to have kids with me I don’t want her to have kids with anyone else. If I’m not going to be a father by genetics I don’t want to be one in name or by circumstance either.
I miss the random ass smacking & hair pulling, kissing, molesting you in your sleep, random texts calling me sexy, choosing the panties you wear, and the little things taken for granted in relationships. I miss my awesome pervyness being appreciated and encouraged.
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