The_gladiator
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Exerpt from the journal of J. Kevin Mitchel
Someone once told me I should keep a journal, I thought it was a dumb idea, but I'm writing this, so obviously I changed my mind. Well, its just that my life is so crazy, or has become so, that I feel I should catalogue it, you know, just so I can look at the events of my life analitically and say, you are one messed up individual. But hey, that's not the point, is it.
I'm currently 25, just out of college, and I play in a professional orchestra. I've played the cello for years, and its my passion in life. I'm 5'10" and keep in shape, or so I think. I'm not one of those muscular body builders or anything, I'm not fat either. Lets say I'm trim and fit...sure... Anyway why do you care, you're just a journal. Anyway I digress, I have dark hair and green eyes, but again, you're just a piece of paper. My looks are not what I need to examine analitically, did I even spell that right if I didn't oh well.
Anyway, back to the point, I am lead celloist in the orchestra, and I'm at practice all the time. I live alone in a rather large apartment, because I can afford it.
I've only been with one woman, and we never had much of a sex life, she insisted on straight missionary sex, and wouldn't touch me, very prudish. She finally decided that she had had enough of me, and left me. I've been alone ever since.
Since I have all this free space in my apartment, my brother asked me If I had room for a roommate. I said sure, that I wasn't around that often, and Someone might as well use the space, he said, well would you mind it being a woman. I laughed, and said sure, that was fine with me, that again, I would probably not see her that often, for I came in late after practices or concerts, and that of course she could be female.
his last words to me were, "She's kind of adventurous, don't be overwhelmed, she is rather fond of men." I laughed, and said, she was welcome to hit on me if she wanted, Just joking. Little did I know what I was going to get into.
Now that I've heard all the rumors about this woman, that she's a knockout gorgious, that she loves sex, etc. everything under the son from my brothers friends I could get ahold of, I am going to meet her, and...hope that everything will go alright.
End entry.
J. Kevin Mitchel
Kevin Stood on the balcony of his condow looking down at the beach, no more than 200 yards away. He loved the ocean, always had. He was dressed in a full suit, for he had a cello performance that night, and was already dressed. He hadn't left yet, because his new roommate Susan, he thought that was her name, he could be wrong...he was never good with names was to arrive. He drummed his fingers and watched the sunset, and waited to hear that ring of the bell at the front door.
IC
Exerpt from the journal of J. Kevin Mitchel
Someone once told me I should keep a journal, I thought it was a dumb idea, but I'm writing this, so obviously I changed my mind. Well, its just that my life is so crazy, or has become so, that I feel I should catalogue it, you know, just so I can look at the events of my life analitically and say, you are one messed up individual. But hey, that's not the point, is it.
I'm currently 25, just out of college, and I play in a professional orchestra. I've played the cello for years, and its my passion in life. I'm 5'10" and keep in shape, or so I think. I'm not one of those muscular body builders or anything, I'm not fat either. Lets say I'm trim and fit...sure... Anyway why do you care, you're just a journal. Anyway I digress, I have dark hair and green eyes, but again, you're just a piece of paper. My looks are not what I need to examine analitically, did I even spell that right if I didn't oh well.
Anyway, back to the point, I am lead celloist in the orchestra, and I'm at practice all the time. I live alone in a rather large apartment, because I can afford it.
I've only been with one woman, and we never had much of a sex life, she insisted on straight missionary sex, and wouldn't touch me, very prudish. She finally decided that she had had enough of me, and left me. I've been alone ever since.
Since I have all this free space in my apartment, my brother asked me If I had room for a roommate. I said sure, that I wasn't around that often, and Someone might as well use the space, he said, well would you mind it being a woman. I laughed, and said sure, that was fine with me, that again, I would probably not see her that often, for I came in late after practices or concerts, and that of course she could be female.
his last words to me were, "She's kind of adventurous, don't be overwhelmed, she is rather fond of men." I laughed, and said, she was welcome to hit on me if she wanted, Just joking. Little did I know what I was going to get into.
Now that I've heard all the rumors about this woman, that she's a knockout gorgious, that she loves sex, etc. everything under the son from my brothers friends I could get ahold of, I am going to meet her, and...hope that everything will go alright.
End entry.
J. Kevin Mitchel
Kevin Stood on the balcony of his condow looking down at the beach, no more than 200 yards away. He loved the ocean, always had. He was dressed in a full suit, for he had a cello performance that night, and was already dressed. He hadn't left yet, because his new roommate Susan, he thought that was her name, he could be wrong...he was never good with names was to arrive. He drummed his fingers and watched the sunset, and waited to hear that ring of the bell at the front door.