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I am happy this morning
Hello stranger!
So, what has made you so happy today?
Beautiful Y, I have so missed you. Our paths could cross more often if you wanted. I'd make that happen.
I mean... there's no shame in just watching...
I'm not one to make a woman go out of her way for me. Not intentionally anyway.
And these? Really?
I think I'm having palpitations.
If you only had the resources to get them under control!
There is only one real way to slow them down. It may take me a few minutes.
does it involve... sex? Or at least end with the sense of being sexually fulfilled?
...and I would be naked under the robe.
Some years ago my mother gave me a vinyl-to-digital record player to convert what few LP's I retained into a more portable format. Pleased as fuck just to have a functioning record player again I sorta dismissed the latter purpose of it. I recall downloading the program onto my computer and getting frustrated I couldn't get the shit to work with my half-assed attempt to read the instructions to get it to work.
So some years later leading up to this morning I got to thinking... "Well I got all the shit set up so close to each other let's see if I can give this another half-assed go."
I made a bit more headway this time around than the last.
So I was sitting there listening to the music watching the computer program do it's program thing and I found myself feeling a bit unsettled. I can't explain it. It felt as if I were raping the record album.
I don't think I'm going to do this again.
I've recently done the same thing with my records, my older child asked me after I had done a few - "why are you still keeping them if you have them on the computer and why do they sound so scratchy?" .... that's when realization dawned that she was completely missing the point. *sigh*
She ran away when I made her sit through the 2nd Donny & Marie album.
No hate against Donny and Marie... but um... I'd run away as well. Only to keep me from searching through your pile and breaking what other Donny and Marie albums you may have. Again... no hate... believe me... more of an irrational instinct I think.
Truth be told as soon as I got the player my wife (and I) then raided our parents stash of vinyl they never listen to. It's amazing just how many John Denver and Neil Diamond albums of "Greatest Hits" there are and how one person can have so many of them. Sure they both have been prolific musicians to warrant more than one album of "Greatest Hits"... but fuck. And why is it that the one... the one album of "Holy Shit Polydor?... The Who?... first issue Quadrophenia!?!" ends up being nothing more than an empty sleeve with no record to be found or looks as though it's been used to line the cat-box with?
Come on parents get your shit together for your future generations. What? I used the record to make a dam to hold back the water of the giant lake I made in the sandbox courtesy of 2 lengths of 50 feet of garden hose because you fucks thought "there's NO way he'll be able to do anything remotely too messy/destructive/whatever if we dump the pile of sand 100 feet away from the house!" Seriously... should have beat me more as a child. Not really... just saying.
I cannot not make a Snatch reference without posting a video of some... here you go.
It's difficult for me to set this up properly and in any kind of context that would make any sense to anyone else other than for a certain someone who I find may appreciate it in much the same manner as my wife did while watching it just a minute or two ago... as well as anyone who's anyone that's keen on contemporary British mobster movies... i.e. Snatch. Which oddly all brings this day full circle in a strange elliptical type manner of sorts.
Hard and Fast