It will get better.
So if you're a regular reader you know the gay mafia is always on the brink of taking my gay card! I'm not a part of the gay community, have no gay friends, I have had gay men tell me I'm "less than" because I like sports and cars and not shopping and theater, so yeah. Not a big fan of gay people. I'm not a self hater, I'm out, loud and proud and don't deny who I am, to anyone. So based on that you rarely see gay rights posts by me or actually, other than hot guys, anything gay related.
Well there is one thing that touches me amongst gay people, gay teen suicide. I had it easy coming out so I don't get it. I don't get how you could end your life, because people don't like you. It really touches me, especially the Matthew Shepard story, man, that gets me so mad...so angry. Well of course, I didn't know there were 4 highly publicized gay suicides last month, I knew of one but I guess there were a few more. Probably more than that, that didn't make the news, so I dunno I just felt I had to blog about it. I think most of my readers are straight women, lol! So cool with that, but if I perchance have any gay young readers and you are thinking of suicide, I fucking dare you to email me and tell me how you feel. Yeah I said it, I dare you, because you are not alone and suicide ends nothing but the happiness you will eventually feel for being who you are! You are not the weak one, you are not the weird one, you are not the one who "doesn't fit", you are who you are supposed to be. It's all of those people who are ignorant and haters who have the issues, you know who you are, do you really think YOU have the issues? lolz you don't. Think about it, you are the one who has their shit together. Take that to heart. I'm gonna leave you with a video by a dude who is pretty cool, he's a talented artist (he's hot) he makes sense in this YouTube vid and listen to him, he's talking the truth. It does get better! And whether you do the whole gay lifestyle and do gay pride and gay bars and gay friends, or, just prefer to be out, loud and proud and play sports and work on your 66 mustang, either way...you are okay and accepted. Gay doesn't have to be what you see on TV, I don't fit into that and I think I've been doing fine, for a long time! Enjoy Angelo's video he's a cool dude and he has a great singing voice, do a search on Twitter! ;)
Keep Fear Alive II
Stephen Colbert is holding a March to Keep Fear Alive on Oct 30, 2010. I am supporting this by making motivational posters for everyone who chooses to live in fear rather than sanity.
This week’s poster is a rebuttal to the Rally to Restore Sanity Post on Worker Safety.
Rand Paul has said that Government Safety Regulations keep mining companies from hiring. This is absolutely true. Before there were safety regulations roughly 3,500 workers a year died in mining accidents.
In the 90s this number was down to an average of 2 deaths per year with it going up after 2000 under weak enforcement.
With 3,500 workers dieing every year those miners needed to be replaced with living breathing workers. So Rand Paul’s idea of getting rid of safety regulations will lead to 3,500 people being hired by the mining companies every year. It is thinking like this that will get our country able to compete in a 19th century economy.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of Invasive Thoughts
BW Pics
I don't think Stoner Joshua is going to make it through our tech class. He's frustrated and he keeps saying he doesn't like it and I think he was actually kinda high today. I know, how can you be kinda high? I'm tired. lolz. Okay so Hottie is striking out with Jess and I feel like I'm just caught up in so much drama, not bad drama, but life. Remember (regular readers) it's been just me and a hotel room for the past two years, cutting friends out of my life. Meeting new people and social interaction is new to me.
Loving school though and all that comes with it. Still hot but hoping we get some cloudy skies soon, hell it's almost October!! ;) peace
Loving school though and all that comes with it. Still hot but hoping we get some cloudy skies soon, hell it's almost October!! ;) peace
Writing Wednesday: Delivery to the Devil
I was going to try and write something profound about writing today, but time got away from me so I'll post an excerpt from my novel, "The Pizza Diaries".
From THE PIZZA DIARIES
Delivery to the Devil
The Dark Priest walked onto the Alter and approached the pentagram shaped offering table. He stood above the motionless body strapped there and nodded to the four naked “Daughters of the Dark Lord” that stood in position by the other four points of the star.
The candles held by the Daughters lighted the body, a red candle in each of their right hands, a black candle in their left.
The Dark Priest smiled that the ritual was going as planned after the delays and started to perform the rites that he had memorized.
“Before the Almighty and ineffable God Satan/Lucifer and in the presence of all Demons of Hell, We ask Thee to accept our offering of this soul’s-“
His rite was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
“Who the hell is that?” He screamed to the gathered congregation.
“Sorry,” Bob stood up and addressed the Dark Priest, “I was put in charge of refreshments and my wife had to go out of town for her sister’s wedding, so I thought it would be easiest to order pizza.”
“You ordered pizza? To be delivered during our Black Sacrifice?” The Dark Priest asked.
“I thought we were going to start earlier,” Bob defended himself, “I figured Sacrifice, then Pizza, then the Blood Orgy.”
The Dark Priest sighed and was about to unleash his fury on Bob when the doorbell rang again. “Well go answer it. Get the pizzas so we can get on with it.”
As Bob left the basement the Dark Priest shook his head in disbelief.
“Well, he’s your son.” The lead Daughter of the Dark Lord told him.
“Why is it whenever he messes up, he is my son.” The Dark Priest replied, “But he’s your son when he does something right.”
“That’s how it works, Mike.” She smiled.
The Dark Priest knew better than to argue with her when she was naked, it just led to sex and he wanted to save that for the Blood Orgy.
“Well while we are waiting,” The Dark Priest changed the subject and addressed the congregation, “How many of you will be coming to the Pot Luck dinner next Thursday?”
As he was tallying up the show of hands, Bob came back into the basement.
“Ah we can resume.” The Dark Priest said.
“Um, sorry. He won’t take a check.” Bob told him.
The Dark Priest sighed, “Did you tell him we are a church?”
“Yeah, But the checks don’t say that.” Bob informed him, “They just say C.O.D.L.”
“I had asked that the checks proudly say ‘Church of Satan’ in bold red lettering with blood dripping off the letters.” The Dark Priest howled.
“There was a problem with that.” Phil, the church’s accountant stood up, “The Church of Satan is copyrighted. I tried to change it to ‘Church of the Dark Lord’ but the bank confused my A with an I and my R with a C and I didn’t think ‘Church of the Dick Lord” had the same authority you were looking for. So I had them just use the initials.”
“Ok everyone pony up some cash so we can get on with it.” The Dark Priest tried to salvage the situation.
The Daughters of the Dark Lord looked over their naked bodies.
“I left my money in my clothes.” The Lead Daughter said.
“I’ll take care of your share. Linda.” The Dark Priest sighed and pulled out his wallet, “Everyone add a little more to make up for the ladies if you want to get on with the Orgy.”
“Here everyone put the money in this.” Phil grabbed a bowl.
“You want us to pass out a collection plate for the pizza?” The Dark Priest was astonished.
“Sure it seems the simplest way.” Phil said, “What’s wrong?”
“We are The Church of Satan!” The Dark Priest screamed, “We don’t pass out the collection plate!”
“Well what do you suggest?” Phil asked.
“Fine,” The Dark Priest shook his head and pulled his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans that he was wearing under his robes, “Here’s $10 bucks for me and Linda. How much is it?”
“$106 plus tip.” Bob told him.
“How many pizzas did you order?” The Dark Priest asked.
“15, I figured everyone would be a little hungry after the orgy so I wanted to make sure we had enough.” Bob said.
“He’s got a point,” Linda said, “I know I get the munchies big time after the Orgies.”
“Ok, Everyone except the Daughters of the Dark Lord put in $10 and that should cover the pizzas and a nice tip and we can get on with it.” The Dark Priest commanded.
After the collection plate was passed around Phil counted up the money. “Hey, who didn’t put in? Evil Bastard, I mean um, Bastard.”
“I’ll cover it.” The Dark Priest pulled out another ten-dollar bill, “Let’s just get on with it.”
While everyone was busy with getting the money for the pizzas, their eyes were off the motionless body sprawled naked on the offering table. His fingers slowly started to move, followed by his hands and feet.
When everyone’s eyes were concentrated on Bob taking the money up to the front door, the sacrifice leaped off the offering table and crashed into the folding chairs/pews. As everyone was too stunned to move, he ran to the back exit of the basement and was out the door before the shocked group could react.
“Oh Great.” The Dark Priest held up his hands, “Now how are we going hold our sacrifice?”
“We could move straight on to the Orgy.” Linda suggested.
“That’s your solution to everything isn’t it?” The Dark Priest screamed at his wife, “Move straight to the Orgy. Nothing on TV, I suggest a game of cards, you say, ‘hey why not have an Orgy.’ I mention we have bald patches in our lawn and want to pick up some fertilizer, you say, ‘Let’s have an Orgy to make the Dark Lord fix it.’
“You know I’m beginning to think you’re not truly in this to give your soul to Satan. I think you just do it for the Orgies.”
“Well maybe if you gave me some outside the Orgies, I wouldn’t be thinking about them all the time.” Linda shot back.
“Guys, I hate to interrupt.” Phil said, “But the pizza boy is right upstairs and you’re yelling loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear about giving Orgies for the Dark Lord.”
“I don’t care what the Pizza boy…” The Dark Priest suddenly came up with a devious plan, “Actually, I think I know where we can get a new sacrifice.
“Phil, Have the Pizza Boy bring the Pizzas down here.
“Ralph, do you still have any of your paralyzing potion left?”
“Sure.” Ralph said.
“And can you make sure it works this time?” The Dark Priest said condescendingly.
“It worked last time,” Ralph defended himself, “I didn’t realize we would be running so late or I would have given him a bigger dose.”
“Great we can use the Pizza Guy for the ritual.” The Dark Priest grinned.
“How do we know he’s a virgin?” One of the Daughters of the Dark Lord asked.
“The last guy wasn’t.” Linda said then blushed, “I mean I, um, didn’t, um, think to ask. That’s what I meant, I forgot to ask.”
The Dark Priest glared at his wife then walked over to the entrance of the basement/church, past Bob who was holding a warming bag filled with pizzas, to greet the Delivery Driver. “Greetings, I’m glad you came. These little gatherings make us mighty hungry.”
Brian stopped dead in his tracks as he looked over his two warming bags that each held five pizzas each to see the four Daughters of the Dark Lord standing naked on the Alter looking him over.
“I-I-I” Was all he could say.
“Oh that’s my wife Linda and her um, friends.” The Dark Priest told him, “Linda why don’t you and the girls come down here and help…um…”
“Brian.” He managed to spit out as the four naked ladies approached him.
“…Brian with the pizzas.”
Two of the naked ladies relieved Brian of the pizza bags leaving Linda standing in front of him letting her eyes look him over.
“Glad to meet you, Brian.” She told him.
“You’re welcome, same here.” Brian managed to say.
“Her eyes are a little higher.” The Dark Priest said, snapping him out of his trance.
“It’s OK.” Linda laughed as Brian looked her in the eye, “I get that a lot.”
“Now Brian, I know you guys pretty much live off your tips.” The Dark Priest said to him.
“Uh hum.” Brian’s eyes started involuntarily started drifting downward.
“So If I had a way for you to make a quick twenty on top of the tip we already gave you, would you be interested?” The Dark Priest asked pulling a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet.
“It depends what I’d have to do.” Brian said looking the Dark Priest in the eye for the first time.
“Well you see, our church here is doing a little production number next month and we are doing our first tech rehearsal…but unfortunately one of our actors was sick and we need someone to fill in his spot for the night.
“It’s just a minor spot where he plays dead and the Daughters of… I mean the girls, frolic around him. It’s critical we get the frolicking right; I mean we’d hate to have one of the girls accidentally trip and fall on top of our dead guy when we do this in front of a live audience.”
“Can’t have that.” Brian agreed, “And those four ladies will be doing the frolicking?”
“Why yes.” The Dark Priest grinned, “We really need to get Linda to get her frolicking down, She’s sweet but a little clumsy, She keeps falling face first on top the dead guy.”
“Can I keep my clothes on?” Brian asked.
“Well the part is supposed to be played naked.” The Dark Priest paused to see Brian’s reaction, when he didn’t say anything the Dark Priest continued, “But since this is only the Tech Rehearsal we can make an exception.”
“OK.” Brian said, “But I’ve only got a few minutes.”
“That’s all it will take.” The Dark Priest grinned, “Now I’ll have Linda and the girls show you your spot and Ralph, he’s the director, will show you how you need to lay.”
Brian let Linda take his arm and lead him over to the offering table. She stood beside him grinning down on him as the other girls took their places.
Ralph came over and told him to put his arms at his sides and relax. He took the opportunity to look over the naked girls that surrounded him.
As he looked back at Linda, he saw a glint of light in the corner of her eye, he looked up to see Ralph holding a syringe getting ready to stab him in the neck.
Brian jumped off the offering table and slammed into one of the naked Daughters of the Dark Lord, knocking her over and landing on top of her.
“Sorry Ma’am.” He told her.
“Don’t go.” She said as he struggled to get back on his feet.
Once he was back on his feet, he dashed over to the Dark Priest and snatched the twenty out of his hand. He grabbed the three warming bags from the table and was out the back door before anyone could stop him.
“I told you to get that lock fixed!” Linda screamed at her husband.
“No time for that now,” The Dark Priest Commanded, “Quick everyone to the Astro-Van of Evil.”
By the time Satan’s Minions got outside to their cars, Brian had already started his Sentra and was turning around in their driveway.
“Don’t let him escape.” The Dark Priest yelled as he got in the Astro-Van.
As the Priest of the Dark Lord fumbled for his keys, Linda and the Daughters of the Dark Lord got in the minivan with him.
Bob and Ralph tried to get in but there was no room.
“I’ve got the leftover items from our yard sale in here.” Linda explained, “I’ve been meaning to take them to the Salvation Army.”
“That was three weeks ago.” The Dark Priest exclaimed as he started up the mighty 2.4-liter engine. “Never mind, we’ll handle him ourselves.”
The Dark Priest put the van in drive and floored it, making the rear tires of the minivan let out a squeak as they nearly broke traction.
As Brian got out onto the main road, he saw that they were following him and realized he had a problem, the little 1.6 liter in his Sentra was no match for the minivan as far as pure speed. He knew he needed to come up with something quick, and then he saw the sign for Bristol Road. Out of habit, he hit his turn signal before taking the right hand turn. He barreled down the narrow road at over 35 miles per hour, and saw the minivan closing on him. The minivan was just a few feet from his rear bumper when he saw what he needed to lose them. The road had a sharp 90-degree turn that popped up with no warning. In his first month as a delivery driver he had nearly gone off the road the first few times he delivered out here. He hit his brakes and just made the sudden turn. The minivan came within a few inches of his bumper as he turned. He watched in his back mirror as the minivan continued to go straight, flying off the road that turned with no warning.
“Is everyone OK?” The Dark Priest asked after the minivan came to an abrupt halt in the swamp beyond the road.
After everyone replied that they were ok, Linda said, “You know if we told the victim before hand that we need them to sacrifice their virginity to me and the Daughters of the Dark Lord. And that we’d let them go after they had sex with the four of us, they might not run away.”
“That’s not part of the ritual, they have to give us their virginity involuntarily.” The Dark Priest said, “On to more pressing matters, does anyone have a cell phone on them so we can call a tow truck?”
“Does it look like any of us have a cell phone?” Linda said looking down at her naked body.
Back at the Pizza Joint Brian told Bernie, the night-shift manager, what had happened.
“So do you think they were going to kill you?” Bernie asked.
“I got that impression.” Brian told him.
“Well I’ll show them.” Bernie was furious, “No one tries to kill my drivers and gets away with it.”
Bernie pulled up the account for the phone number that had placed the order and furiously typed in the notes. “Carry-Out Only.”
“They’ll regret this night next time they don’t feel like cooking.”
Today's Weather
Was hot! ugh! Okay Mother Nature, I'm ready for fall! School is still going great, Stoner Joshua and I switched out our 4th period and are taking that class on Friday nights instead. That way we don't have such a big break on Thursday's between classes (1st and 4th). Hottie is not really making any progress with Jessica so I'm going to try and help him out. Girls are easy to talk to if you're gay because they are no threat and there is no nervousness on your part. I'm actually beginning to think of her as a little sister, she's that sweet. Here is some hotness for ya! ;) peace
Temper Tantrum Tuesday: Economic Reality
George W Bush once commented, “We make our own reality!”
Well I just read this article over at Tax.com that examined how that reality played out.
If you cherry-pick the numbers going through 2003 to 2007 the “best” years of the Bush Administration you find out that Bush’s tax policy cost the government $951 Billion and average incomes dropped $3,512. That is ignoring the worst years of the Bush Administration.
I’m not posting this just to beat up on George W Bush, I think everyone can agree that his stewardship over the economy was a disaster. I’m post this because GOP’s “Plague on America” promises the same policies that led to the “best” years costing the government billions and making average incomes drop by thousands of dollars.
I totally understand the frustration that people are feeling by the fact that this country is effectively being run by a hand full of Blue Dog Democrats who are basically the diet version of Republicans. I understand how people would want the government to go one way or another and stop with the half measures that these Blue Dogs have made sure are the only things that can get through the congress. But the Republican answer of doing the same thing that made the “best” years of the last administration be down right horrible is not the answer.
My congressman Ben Chandler used to be a decent slightly conservative democrat who shifted after the last election to be a full fledged Blue Dog Democrat. I would do almost anything to get rid of him, anything but vote for someone who promises to return us to the “best” years of the Bush Administration.
A decent Eisenhower Republican could sweep him out of office in a second, but instead I’m left with the choice of one candidate that will pursue half measures that guarantee that the economy will only slowly improve and take a decade to recover from the Great Recession or a candidate that will pursue bad economic policies that guarantee that, at best, average wages will continue to drop and the Federal Government will have to make huge cuts in services over the next decade.
I guess I have to look at the graph above to make my choice.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of Invasive Thoughts
By Darrell B. Nelson author of Invasive Thoughts
Rally to Restore Sanity II
This is the second motivational poster to help those of you that support Jon Stewart’s Rally to Restore Sanity march on Oct 30.
If you prefer that disagreements are handled using your indoor voice.
If you think facts are helpful things to have BEFORE taking action.
If you think costumes are better for Halloween than Political Rallies.
Then this rally is for you.
The above motivational poster is for you.
Only two generations ago it wasn’t uncommon in industrial towns to see several armless men walking around the streets. That’s because there were few regulations on worker safety. So industrial accidents were commonplace and a few workers every year would lose an arm to the machinery. Companies would take out insurance on this and it was considered part of the cost of doing business.
Three generations ago those workers wouldn’t even be insured by the companies as working in a factory was considered an assumed risk and the worker was considered at fault for any industrial accidents.
Before the civil war the only recourse to unsafe work practices was if you were Irish you could contact the Molly Maguires and if a supervisor continually tried to have workers go into unsafe work conditions, the Mollies would kill that supervisor.
Most sane people agree that having safety engineers devise ways of reducing accidents so that workers can keep their limbs is a better business practice than having to kill your supervisor if the conditions are too unsafe.
Like always the rebuttal for this will be posted on Thursday in my “Keep Fear Alive” post.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of Invasive Thoughts
Songs of Sunday
I'm so tired! Played golf with my cousin today and we played until we couldn't see the ball! LOL! It was hot as hell though, so I'm tired, sticky and in need of a shower. So I needed a comforting song this evening. Madonna's Express Yourself. I like Lady Gaga's music and think she's doing a great thing for gay rights, but come on now, Mo was there back in the day for gays and helped us get an even bigger voice. Oh and while I agree Gaga should have won the VMA for Best Video of the Year for Bad Romance, Madonna's vids were EPIC! Back in the day! Shower time. ;) peace
Shut up Stupid Sunday: Whiny Rich People
1% of the population in this country make roughly 25% of the income, now they are hitting the MSM protesting that raising their taxes 3% is horrible because they already generate 23.5% of the tax revenue.
They feel it is totally unfair for someone making over a million dollars a year to be taxed at nearly the percentage as someone making $90,000. 39% for the top 1% in the proposed tax plan vs. 25% federal + 13% Social Security + 1.5% Medicaid/Medicare = 39.5%
I was planning picking on the comments some of them have made like how it costs more to be rich because their jet uses more fuel than my Sentra and having to maintain several homes is so damn costly, but I think readers of this blog can see the stupidity in those statements for themselves.
A lot of what I was planning to cover in this post was covered here:
The End is Always Near: Killing the Golden Goose.
It’s a really good, if a little long, post on why the current income inequity in America is so bad for the nation.
Instead of just paraphrasing that post I’ll just wrap up by saying to the top 1% of the population that makes 25% of the income and moans about having to pay an additional 3% on their taxes, “Shut up Stupid, That rate is the same it was in the 90s and less than what someone making $90,000 a year pays.”
By Darrell B. Nelson author of Invasive Thoughts
Hodgepodge
So a Twitter friend and I are thinking of calling my "saga" at school Leo's Anatomy! LOL. With the usual characters, Hottie, Hot New Guy, Stoner Joshua, Jessica and a few others I'll introduce as the days go by. I think it'll be a good de-stresser to tweet this stuff. So please follow me on Twitter (WonderfulLeo) and of course I'll post updates here, but probably won't be in as much detail. Hottie text me last night wondering if Jessica will even talk to him (hello you're hot) I said of course she will. He will need some fine tuning by me but I think I can hook them up. I almost came out to him last night, but he wasn't getting it. ugh! Hello, everyone knows the way to a girls phone number is through their gay friend! Oh wait, that means I need to come out to Jess huh? Hmmm...shall be interesting. No, this will not affect my school work. LOL Just a fun past time on the side. Although if you see me posting B's, tell me to stop! LOL
Enjoy! ;) peace
Enjoy! ;) peace
A message from Lady Gaga to the Senate Sept 16 2010
First I'm thinking, wow, good message. Then I'm thinking, with Lady Gaga's fame, she could really make a difference. Then I thought, I have the same phone as Lady Gaga, I should be thrilled...right? ;) peace
Model Moment
Male Model, Philip Scherrer.
So last night Hottie and I were texting and we came up with a plan to get rid of New Hot Guy, well not get rid of but to make it so he doesn't sit between Jessica and I. So what we'll do is have Hottie sit between Jessica and I, and move one seat down. New term, new seats...right? So it'll be Stoner Joshua, myself, Hottie and Jessica. I think that will work! lol, so wrong I know but whatev. ;) peace
So last night Hottie and I were texting and we came up with a plan to get rid of New Hot Guy, well not get rid of but to make it so he doesn't sit between Jessica and I. So what we'll do is have Hottie sit between Jessica and I, and move one seat down. New term, new seats...right? So it'll be Stoner Joshua, myself, Hottie and Jessica. I think that will work! lol, so wrong I know but whatev. ;) peace
Valentina Schlager - Miss Austria 2010
Valentina Schlager is a pageant titleholder from Klagenfurt who won the Miss Austria 2010 pageant. She will represent Austria in Miss World 2010 pageant in Sanya, People's Republic of China on Oct 30th.
Ivanita Jones – Miss World Angola 2010
Ivanita Jones is a pageant titleholder from Zaire who placed as the 1st runner-up at the Miss Angola 2010 pageant. She will represent Angola in Miss World 2010 pageant in Sanya, People's Republic of China on Oct 30th.
Fantastic Future Friday: Icy Worlds
So far in my Fantastic Future series I’ve written about terraforming the inner solar system. It is a nice start to expanding human civilization, but the inner solar system really only gives us (if we terraform Mercury, Venus, and Mars) a little more than one and a half extra Earths. If we distributed the Earths population across the inner solar system it would still be as crowded as pre-World War Two Earth. In order to really expand we need to look at the outer solar system.
The gas giants themselves can’t be colonized or terraformed but they all have complex systems of moons. Jupiter has Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto which all would be considered at least dwarf planets if they were in there own orbit, Ganymede is 8% larger than Mercury.
Unfortunately it is a bit chilly out there, -261.67 ° Fahrenheit and these worlds are within Jupiter’s magnetosphere making the surface have high radiation.
The advantage of these worlds is the gas giants have nearly unlimited amount of energy that can be gathered from the upper atmosphere in the form of Helium 3 for use in fusion reactors.
Using that unlimited energy instead of trying to live on the surface colonists could burrow down about a mile under the ice and set up tubes in the underground oceans of these worlds.
Here on Earth the pressure at a depth of one mile would crush anything we could make, but on these worlds the gravity is one-sixth of what is on Earth so the pressure would be considerably less.
Even if it turns out the pressure at that depth is too great, the unlimited amount of energy supplied by Helium 3 fusion reactors could warm up the oceans until the ice layer was thin enough to place a habitat that wasn’t under that much pressure, but still thick enough to keep the water from being exposed to the vacuum of space.
By expanding human civilization to the outer solar system we could easily have the equivalent of 11 to 12 Earths. That is enough room for every human to spread out and never have to worry about scarcity again.
And that will lead to a Fantastic Future.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of Invasive Thoughts
Hotness
So I went and sat in on the English night class, it went well. The instructor was funny and the class, well, they all looked at me like we did when Hot New Guy started, like what the hell are you doing here? My current Prof lectures and does hand outs, this night Prof used the book. I got it, they're a few chapters behind us but I still got it because of him using the book. Because my Prof lectures, I always take notes and sometimes you can lose stuff in the meaning of your notes or you didn't hear everything they said. So I feel I'm going to be okay if I start using my book more. I'm staying with my morning class and my peeps. This means I can be a zombie in class but it's up to me utilize my book on my time. So, more self involvement on my part, which I'm totally okay with. Also, no hot guys at all! Like not even cute! LOL but that's not the reason! Enjoy! ;) peace
30 (ish) Seconds of Bliss
Getting ready to go check out the English night class and see if it's for me or not. This is Mark Dalton, I guess he's a porn star but I just saw a pic of him on Colton Ford's Youtube channel so I clicked the vid. ;) peace
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