It was all good just a week ago...

I find strength in friendship. Funny, that for someone who fights with empty rooms that I delegate such a task to another. I give someone else the benefit of importance. A bullet point of weakness? I don't fucking know...the problem with ADD is that while I start off with a concise idea and plan to write a coherent entry, that shit never happens. I started writing this blog and ended up adding a notch to my "greatest hot dog spot on earth" list.

3 "All the way" dogs with 2 cups of water from the solid 8.5 rated establishment in clifton, nj called Hot Grill Texas Weiners. I wouldn't recognize weiners as hotdogs but the seasonings and spice in this weiner was as close to a hot dog as you could get. You want to know something I noticed? I am showing great restraint in my writing. My friends are reading this blog now and because I use the bullshit that happens daily, they are putting pieces together. I am beginning to hate this shit!

I'm starting to get back into "gay bitchass lonely mode". I mean the sex isn't the problem. I mean I need the sex, but its the other shit too. I have plenty of friends. Friends for movies. Friends for food. Friends for drinking. But now. I want my girlfriend friend. No gay shit. Even the nigga from 300 had his bitch waiting at home like...."he better come back for this pussy."
Well maybe I'm para-phrasing but whatever. I guess me being an idiot and/or drinking and/or opening an old drawer and finding pictures of much happier times. (My guess it was all three)
I just don't get it. I mean it's not the dick. Shit, I know it's not the dick...I dont wanna brag (i do) but even back in college most of the girls I slept with hated me. I mean hated hated me. Yet they still came a knocking. (came, ha, sorry I couldnt help it LOLOL) And yes, yes I might have gained a few (used loosely) pounds. But I'm still the same dude. All I know is when Deville wanted them puppies for that coat, it was either yay or nay and I nayed! Same with Mufasa. Same with Benny Blanco. (Double NAY!) Same with letting Ali run with the torch. I did look at the Vanessa Hudgens pictures, so what?!? If curiousity killed the cat, than it killed the cat. I ain't trying to ride. I 'm content. Yet something is making me livid. Maybe its that there is always something wrong. Rarely with me. On my end. You pick up what I'm putting down? I like you. You like me?.......You like me?........holy fuck, just answer the question....."I can't."


FYDS,

-DB