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Listening to There is a Way by Mighty Mos Def. ... I had to read Chris for inspiration. He says he's a martian. Maybe I am, too. That would explain certain things. ... That doesn't mean my dick is green, either. Get your head out of the gutter. ... I feel lonely. ... All that's on my brain is brain. ... My head is filled with images of head. ... I'm simple and plain. But get to talking to me and my complexity could make you fuckng bug, wanna punch me, wanna fuck me, wanna never speak to me, wanna know more or all of the above, kid. ... Sometimes I get fooled into thinking someone is mature enough to handle something then after I put it out there, I am sadly mistaken because they aren't. Then I'm in a no-win situation. ... More people than not are morons. ... Come fight me then, bitch. ... I don't like sharing a car. ... I like sharing my thoughts with written words. ... I don't feel comfortable all the time sharing them verbally. ... I live on a golf course right now. ... T.I. gets a show because he's going to jail 45 days from now? What the fuck has this goddamn society stooped to when we give criminals reality shows and don't pass them off as criminals? This motherfucker had machine guns in his spot like he was ready to be deployed to Iraq and all this. No one needs guns like that, but he still gets a show. MTV is what is wrong with people between the ages of 14-40. No doubt in my mind. ... Celeste needs to not be listing to Soulja Boy right about now. ... Why in the fuck do these girls ALWAYS think the same thing, like all I do is fuck different hoes at will. If I had my pick like that, I'd have a girl, yo. ... Let's clear something up now, even if only 3 people read this motherfucker. I don't have sex right now. Period. I don't. I haven't been for a while. Long story short: I broke up with a girl a long time ago, thought fucking other people would help me get through that. I didn't. I realized that and said I wouldn't be a hoe. I slipped once or twice. I got my head right and stopped having sex unless I was actually with the girl or thought I would be with her eventually. And anyone who knows me knows I don't think I'll be with every girl who throws her pussy in my face. So, no, I don't fuck everything that moves. Yes, I have options. No, I don't cash them all in. Yes, I write about sex. Yes, I have experienced it. Yes, I'll take the label as someone who has done some things. No, I won't take the one that says I've done them with a football stadium worth of bitches. ... But yes, your girl probably gets giddy when my name or web site comes up. ... If people assume one more ridiculous thing about me and I hear about it, it's time to crack some mirrors with screams. ... I like a girl who moans loudly or talks dirty. ... Almost instantly when the second of those two happens. ... I'm a grown up with little boy tendencies. ... I don't like mayonaise. ... I like carrots if they are soft, but not like baby food. That's gross. ... I don't like flaming hot Funyuns or anything else besides Cheetos. ... I like condoms. ... I don't like flavored condoms because I don't want it deep throated with a baggy over it. What's the point? ... I want A. I miss her. ... I want Z. She found the kid. ... How is The Rock still making movies? ... www.fleshbot.com. Not at work. ... I don't want your hair to be hard. ... I don't want your hair to have roots that are a different color. ... Let your man decide how your pubic hair should look. ... I have seen Paris Hilton's breasts in person. No lie. For some reason watching an NBA highlight reminded me of that. Probably because it happened during All-Star Weekend a few years back. They aren't that great and she's not that pretty. ... This blog isn't meant to make readers happy. I'm not totally sure what it is meant for, but I know it's not that. So if you don't like it, don't send me a text message about it. Just suck it up because I could give a fuck about how you took it. ... Stop being spoiled. ... Stop assuming I'M the lucky one if we ever are naked together. ... That sounds cocky to you, huh? Go fly a kite. ... I'll punch you in the grill. ... I used to have a grill and I lost it. Obviously it was fake. ... I know that 2 plus 2 equals four. ... I'll let my kids listen to the music I listen to. ... I'll also cuss in front of them. Not like all the time, I'll try to watch my mouth, but until they pay my rent, I'll talk how I want. ... I don't know yet if I can spank them. But when I do, they'll really know they fucked up. Hopefully the girl will be more willing to hit that ass on a regular basis. ... If you're a newcomer, check "A must read..." It's somewhere in the first month of this blog's birth. Someone recently read that for the first time and had a nice reaction to it. ... I don't want you to call. I want her to call. ... I've had some memorable rides home from airports. ... I have gotten head in a church parking lot. I didn't know it was a church parking lot until later. ... I have gone down on someone while they sat on the trunk of their car, which was parked on the street. ... Go ahead and judge me. Everyone else seems to do it. ... Don't break my heart. It hurts. ... I'll try not to break yours. ... Just because you're a minority with money who listens to hip-hop music doesn't mean you NEED a chain. ... I don't care what your roommate thinks. I'll kick that bitch in the temple. ... That last comment was randomness at it's epitomy because I'm not mad at anyone's female roommate. ... If you're too uptight to tell someone who you voted for, you might be boring at having sex. ... I know, girl. Everytime you think you found a husband, he gets spotted at the club talking to another chick. ... Maybe stop meeting guys who hang out in clubs. ... Maybe stop meeting me. ... Maybe I'll be happier. ... Maybe learn to shut the fuck up once in a while. ... Maybe have a career. ... Maybe don't have a baby's father on the side. ... Maybe stop making me crazy. ... Maybe I should quit my gig. ... Maybe I'm pissed because my dad's employers are stupid. ... Maybe I'm mad because my dad used to be stupid. ... Maybe I'm mad because I just wrote that last sentence and I choked up. ... Maybe I'm mad at myself for doing something I should have thought twice about doing, but I only thought once and now someone is hurt. ... Maybe you can say no when I can feel you quiver when I kiss your neck. ... Maybe I should quit this blog. ... Maybe I should stop writing. ... Maybe I'm listening to Break You Off by The Roots. ... Maybe I should stop buying so many shoes. ... Maybe I should accept life as it comes. ... Maybe that was the dumbest thing I've ever written. ... Maybe I'm ghost. ... Maybe you should be cool because maybe, just maybe, the planet needs more cool souls.