Man meat

I have been a little bit more personal on my posts lately and I do not know how I feel about it.

I feel like crap.

I started out my posts with good impersonal raw-meat material. I thought that was all I was going to do.

GOSH DANGIT!!!

My feminine nature slipped! I don’t know about other men, but when I write down personal information that means something deeper than a ‘that’s what she said’ remark I instantly start interrogating my self to check if I’m still straight. Society is preaching to us every day that men must be dry raw meat.

That is preposterous!

Men should not be bland raw man meat. Man meat should be medium rare. It should not just be medium rare but also very marinated and bursting with delicious flavors.

Women, get off our backs (twss) about being emotional and deep. We have every right to poor out our emotions on to paper. So even though I feel like a girly man for sharing my thoughts and feelings I will not let people turn me into raw man meat.

I strive to be lusciously marinated man meat.

End of story

They just pal around

The definition of pal around is to become friends with and spend time with somebody


I know these two people. Their names are Emmitt and Anne. Emmitt and Anne met not long ago in a place far, far away. They first met on the streets while they were both performing for extra pennies. Considering they both had similar talents they decided to combine their skills to attract more viewers. More viewers meant more pennies. More pennies meant more fun on train tracks. So after making money out of the hood they slowly became pals. As they slowly became pals they began to go through hobbies together. Then things got a little bit crazy. Just little minor innocent hobbies became adventures. Now these adventures were not always legal, but just like any other teenage gypsies they had a desire to live on the edge. As life went on with Emmitt and Anne they found themselves being ridiculed for just hanging out.

Yeah so maybe they spent most of their time together at night looking at the stars and the moon, but that is normal for any young gypsies to do. Some people might say that they were asking for it but I say they just had similar interests.

Their spectacular shows on the street eventually came to a crashing halt. People from all around were talking about them. Wherever they went they always felt like they were being watched upon intently.

As time went on many emotional beatings progressed. None of it made since to them. According to all their gypsy friends they had to accept the gypsy label of the gypsy law. Now Emmitt and Anne did not agree with the gypsies view or the gypsy law. They were not about to accept such a label.

So Emmitt being the leader and Anne being the one who agrees decided to pray to the gypsy god for guidance. As time went on they both were patient and kept waiting for the gypsy god to speak to them in a vision or dream. Finally one night while they were both looking at the stars they saw the gypsy god form out of the stars and he started to dance and sing. He eventually gave them the advice they needed and the direction that they should go with their ‘friendship’. The god just simply warned them that they should not be alone at night gazing in wonder of the stars.

So now the two young gypsies just pal around with accountability.

To be continued….

Puzzle

 

My life is like a puzzle. The hard part about this puzzle is that I my self-can rarely put the pieces together correctly. Even though I am brilliant and a master at puzzles I cannot seem to piece together the puzzle of my life. Here are the following examples in my life that I cannot piece together. First off I cannot control my future. The future is out of my reach. Even though sometimes it seems close enough to touch it will always be out of my reach.


Also relationships are another puzzle in life, and their level of difficulty is HARD. I find myself everyday screwing up relationships. I try so hard to make them work but there always seems to be kick back. I have decided to label my self a stupid jock when it comes to relationships. You would think I would figure it out by now, but no I am still clueless. The best success I have ever had in a relationship was when I stopped having relationships. The problem with that solution is that I become dry and socially ignorant. Even though to some people ignorance is bliss I don’t think I want to be an ignorant slut when it comes to people and relationships.

“Relationships screw you over” Mcvay S.

That is what I used to think of relationships yesterday, but since then I have had further revelation through circumstances that have caused me to repent of my ways. The key to relationships is to stop trying! When I try I suck. It is sad but true.

The only thing I ever try to do now is seek the Lord when it comes to relationships. I have had the most success with this equation….

GOD+ME+RELATIONSHIP=SUCCESS

The equation I used to live by was…..

ME+RELATIONSHIP=PAIN

Now when I say pain I’m talking frozen sledgehammer to the groin pain.

The Lord wants our attention and will let us screw up relationship after relationship until we seek HIM.

He has already put together the puzzle of your life.

BFF

First and foremost I want the creator of the blog world to know that I am writing this against my own will. It is funny to me that when we are young it’s a big deal to have a best friend (laugh)(when I put in parenthesis an emotion that is what you should be feeling when you read, so just in case you don’t know what your supposed to feel I will remind you). I mean when you are caught in second grade without a best friend or up to sixth grade for that matter you emotionally get beat to a pulp (sad). So all my life growing up I always made sure I had a best friend even if it was an imaginary friend. Now for most normal people they stop doing the bff thing in high school. I mean it makes complete and logical since. Once you are in high school you get lots of new friends and tend to start going your separate ways like oil and water. Unfortunately I am not very logical or smart or good looking or talented or handsome or quick witted or strong or manly or dark or a crowd follower insecure freak of nature! (exhale) Even though there are a lot of good things that I’m not there was one bad thing that I’m not and that is a follower. I am individualistic. So with great individualistic ability comes great individualistic responsibility. Actually that does not make since and I don’t believe it so ignore that last lil tid bit (laugh). I am going to come out of the closet. I am 18 and still have a best friend!! Yeah I know it’s beyond believing. Just go ahead and let it soak in real deep. I wont write out his name for the sake of identity theft (Edward Oliver Kriewel…aka Teddy). We have been best friends ever since I can remember. He is now off to college and has replaced me with a girlfriend. Even though he is an insensitive jerk he will always be my superbulous BFF. (cry)