Saturday Night 'Conversation'

A few weeks ago, when summer decided to go in a blaze of glory...

Theres a fucking racket going on across the road, girls in high pitched voices (apparently evolutionary mating behaviour), guys low occasional murmurs. I open the window not knowing where the fuck it was coming from. Unfortunately the ditzes see me doing this and make a move back inside. I do hear some convo before they do, and my god, what shit comes out when people are trying to get laid. The girls talk non stop, without thought, the guys standing there agreeing with all the inane drivel that spews out. I thought, fucking hell, why don’t you just cut to the chase. Spare me the fucking bullshit.

Must have scared them off 'cause I haven't heard anything since. Good, now I can get some fucking sleep.

Researching...for fun! (or boredom)

Some residue from my Jonesy of HBOs Carnivale obsession... I was sitting eating a sandwich not really paying much attention to the radio in the background. They were going on about the possibility that a disgraced US athelete may be allowed to compete in the 2012 London Olympics, a guest came on, some sports guy from Texas who mentioned a baseball steroids scandal a couple years back. I took note of it, but not really being a sports fan (if you don't include a bias towards Arsenal, or the FIFA world cup back in the 90s), aswell as being a lazy arse couch potato, you would have thought I'd had no interest in looking into it. Plus I'm not an American, even more reason not to give a shit. Well, I don't know if it's boredom or what, but a couple of days ago I randomly typed in 'drugs baseball'...voila! A load of articles came up, I start getting some of the gist of the story...and I keep going, and going, and going further into it...I might write some sum up of my 'findings' from a complete outsider pov, may be interesting. Just giving the grey muscle some exercise (my performance enhancers come in the form of a daily dose of Omega oils and my itunes playlists). I'd always enjoyed doing the research more than writing the essay it was for...so

The way women look at men

You know what I mean. There's something about the way certain men move, the way they carry themselves, swagger...it doesn't happen very often. Jonesy (Clayton Jones) from HBOs Carnivale (seriously flawed but interesting series). The dirt, the sweat, the grease, even the spit (he was a baseball player). I now have a thing for men in baseball caps. The guy had a limp (messed with the wrong people), shit even the way he limped was a turn on. Another, really strange turn on, was the headless horseman from Tim Burtons Sleepy Hollow. My god, the way the guy wielded that sword, damn! Whoever was in that suit did more that swing a blade...who would have thought, a headless man? Goes to show, looks ain't everything. As you might have discerned, I like manly men, I don't go for pretty boys. The rougher, dirtier, the better. Hell, you don't even need a fucking head. LOL!