Hey, or Hay if you're a horse (or a whore who likes wild grass)
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Pooping down the freeway
Hey, this is boring old me typing onto a page which few will view, and those with less stress will leave my comment page a mess.
Played paintball yesterday - it is an exhilirating (sp?) sport. It may well be the beginning of the end of humanity dawning on us when a steady rain of paint-filled-pellets pelting porus skin and stinging exposed extremities feels better than the best sex i've ever had. *yes, I've had some very good sex*
But all this rhyming and going on about the orgasmic equivalency of paintball=sex^2 may be because of the happiness that escaping a five-year hellpot of a relationship has caused me. With me and g/f alternating roles of the shitty mean bad to the other person person it just went from bad to nothing. If anyone reads this, and is lonely(you think your worth revolves around what other people think/love/like about you), you should try either zapping yourself with a car battery in the left eyeball, (testicle, or breasticle, or clit for the ladies) twice, or getting into a relationship w/ nikki(or someone like me)*always thinking about the ladies*)
Be wary of those toting sexual talents/gifts as potential relationship involvateers.(my newly created word for your soul to suck)
Please post with peace or hate, no shitty boring I like it, hate it. *Emote, damnit!*