Posted on 04/19/05 @ 10:20 pm
 May 24th. And check the featured single "'Till I Get To You".
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Posted on 04/18/05 @ 9:27 pm
 Riiiiiight. Filed under: Miscellaneous Comments: Comments |
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Posted on 04/17/05 @ 10:24 pm
"I'm in the hospital having a routine procedure done," said Buffy late Sunday evening. I figured the 301 area code meant it was his call; I just didn't think it'd be from a hospital bed. "What happened? Are you all right? Is everything OK?" "Chile yes…I'm fine. I was having some back problems so I went in and…" "…you had back surgery?" "Front surgery." "Huh?" "I had a boob job. I got them reduced." Flashing back to when I first met Buffy, the thing that stood out on him most, besides his thousand-watt smile, was that he had quite an impressive rack. Firm meaty pecs which sat up on his small muscular frame like Jello molds. He was also wearing a V-neck t-shirt, further inviting any thirsty gawkers a small sip of his milkshake. He often joked that his chest was his best feature because "Lord knows as gay as I am I won't get a man off of my personality." Often when we used to go out and flirt with boys, he'd pull a Regine, placing his hand on his man-cleav and giggling like a school girl. Somehow, it always got him laid. "The doctor said I had something called gynecomastia or something like that." "Man breasts." "Yeah, and I mean, it's not like I was a D-cup or anything, but I was working with at least a modest A…maybe even a B. It wasn't until I started having back problems from standing up for a long time…"–he recently started a position as a bank teller–"…that this whole thing started." "How do you feel?" "Like someone mule-kicked me in the damn chest. Now I'm going to have to go out and buy all new clothes now because I think I went down from a medium to a small." As we continued talking, he told me how the doctor told him that male breast reduction is becoming increasingly popular these days with more men trying to achieve "the perfect look". Of course, we know pectoral implants were quite popular, but reduction? I guess in Buffy's case it was a necessary procedure, but like Jay on "I Want a Famous Face", it was merely cosmetic. His current chest–which was damn hot, if I might add–was fine; but his obsession with being built like Arnold Schwarzenegger (Jay is clearly a cub-in-training) along with taunts from his friends and homely girlfriend calling him "titties" made him go under the knife. And personally, he looked better with the boobs. Now that Buffy's rack has been reduced to a spice cabinet, I'm sure his back will be feeling much better. What it'll do for his sex life…who knows? Filed under: Miscellaneous Comments: Comments |
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Posted on 04/12/05 @ 9:47 pm
Long days at work turn into long nights at home while chugging down a gallon of ice water and staring at an IRS notice. It was a mild freakout…after all, last year I used that TurboTax thingie, and now all of a sudden it's a damn audit? I might as well go ahead and sign my paycheck over to the IRS now. Which reminds me…I still need to file before Friday…. Sadly, it does bring into the forefront the future of this site…domain expiration is coming up pretty soon, and I don't think I'll have the ducketts to renew given my current monetary situation. So if you visit anytime in the next month or so and get a 404 error well…don't say I ain't warn you. Now if you wanna help keep the lights on in my little blog house, you're more than welcome. Might not prompt me to write (I've been terribly uninspired these days…heat and allergies do that to you), but at least you can surf the archives! Yay! For real though, Karsh needs to get his groove back; I've been in a slump since the birthday and there hasn't been any shaking it off, not even the therapy or obnoxiously loud tourists who were on the bus with me riding home snapping pictures of themselves with reckless abandon. One of their shots had me in it, to which one of the tourists said "Oh don't worry about that, we can photoshop him out." No biggie for me; I hate being in pictures anyway. Speaking of pictures, Opportunity hipped me to his Flickr gallery online. Now before you start throwing the tomatoes… <duck> <zing> <whizz> …we went out on Sunday and had a pretty good time. <runs and hides behind tree> To add insult to injury, I told him about Apollo who recently made a grossly pathetic eleventh-hour attempt to stoke my emotions again after his two month hiatus. Not even an ember, y'all. Maybe I should have a "Find Me A Date" contest…it'd at least get me out of the house on weekends and doing fun things with new and interesting people instead of trying to squeeze blood out of turnips. It could be good, not to mention inspiring for me to create something exciting with my writing or music. I mean, it worked for Stella, right? Filed under: Love in the Life and Personal Comments: Comments |
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Posted on 04/08/05 @ 9:08 pm
What better way to spend a Friday night than listening to your loud and obnoxious neighbors blast their loud music while you try desperately to watch Kim Possible? This is what I have been reduced to, ladies and germs…the fucking Disney Channel. Tomorrow it will be Adult Swim. The night after…Fox. The TV owns me these days. This has been an interesting week in the name of self-discovery. I thought about this Tuesday while at the shrink's office we talked about Sperm Donor and my feelings towards him. For me, this has always been an off-limits subject. Not because I utterly despise him, but because for me it's kinda been a non-issue. He's never been around, and when he was, he was either boozing it up, getting high, smacking Death-Phoenix or me around (Smokedawg never caught a beatdown from him…probably because he wasn't his real father) or pawning our stuff to support his habit. His actions were so commonplace that after a while, it was just expected. "Do you know I didn't own a VCR or a microwave until I was 18?" "Really?" the shrink says. He raises his eyebrows and scribbles in his notebook scratching some things out and making huge circles around others. "Whenever we got a fancy new electronic gadget or something, we always had to be careful because we could wake up the next morning and it would be gone. Same went for any money laying around, especially piggybanks. One day full, next day empty. I'd ended up sleeping with my possessions either under my pillow or under my bed just to keep them safe. Sometimes, that didn't even stop him." The shrink let out a low hum and then said "Now tell me about Opportunity." …the fuck? Where was this quantum leap coming from? I told him about Opportunity, our good times, our bad times…pretty much the whole story. And when I finish the shrink says, "A-ha." "A-ha?" "Mmhm." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I'm for real, y'all; I done just went at length with him about my father and "Well it seems to me that your father and this Opportunity are two peas in a pod. One in the same. And that's what has you so flustered. You're partially afraid that you could have fallen for a man like the one you dislike so much." … … … ! And then it all began to make sense. Filed under: Love in the Life Comments: Comments |
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Name's Karsh. 27. Country-born, city-raised, 
