BlackSnake
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I've already gave the little honey some....weather she liked it or not.
This is not a blog, but I wonder how everyone's life really is. The VP's older sister has her laptop in my office, because my office is big enough for two people and I have two windows. Anyways, she loves to talk and some how the conversation came around to writing. She said that she figured that I was into writing (kinky stuff). LOL...Gosh! I told her that I self published, and she asked what....I refused, but she respected that. OMG! Her little brother just told me that him and I will be working exclusively on a project....Do I like dancing with the devil, or what!
My day sucked, eggs....the SVN tunk was hosed and my new changes ended up being lost, so tomorrow I have to figure out all the code changes I made before the repository got smoked.
Gosh! I fucked my wife like I was mad at her, and left her in bed...yup, I'm a jerk tonight.
Ya know, I want to look at the woman I'm with and say, "I want to fuck you!" and really mean it. Not the status kind of fuck, where she tell her family member that you fucked her sore, but the "I just can't get enough of you" kind of fuck.
I think I've only fuck two girls in my life like that.
I freakin' hate wine, it make me feel so depressed.
Now, you have ramblings....the bottle is empty and I don't feel safisticated or cultured. I feel like I have a good buzz...
My web site is down, and I don't know if I want a web site or not. I just want to do stuff for fun. I am tired of doing stuff for money. I just built a best practices web application for a state agency for $1500.00.....They should have asked me to do as a favor, I would have thrown in a bunch of bells and whisles, like statical reports....
I might suck at writing, but I know a good story...It's 10:47 pm and I'm about to take my 41 y/o ass to bed for the night.
I'm scared.
I've done everything I've ever wanted to do and nothing thrills me. Me, as a black man, growing up in lower Alabama, fucking beautiful white women was the penicle of my existance. Be there and done that. I've road a motorcycle down the grape vine starting at Seattle, Washington down to L.A. Cal and back. I've bought a truck, a boat, made a few sex videos, and had teens sucking my dick. Fuck! My life sucks! It just doesn't mean shit to me.
I want a girl, that when I look into her eyes I get butterflies in my stomach. I'm going to die and never have that feeling again.
After 20 years, the one girl that I felt I could have had it all with lives about 3 miles from my current job. The problem is, she has a family. A husband (who I suppected that she was cheating on me with when I was in Korea) and daughters, just like her mom had. The thing about it is, I believe that she don't need to see my sorry ass.
Fuck! I should feel lucky. I never even had a sprang ankle, and I repelled from helicopters and sides of mountains. I've drove off a bridge into the Mobile bay. The sick as I have gotten was the chicken pots when I was a kid.
This is why I hate wine and love bud, I'd be sleep right now and not trying to type this crap.
Lit is the best site that I've ever seen. It is really simple in design, but the users have made it complex. It uses a message board. You've seen them everywhere, but it have pulled together a community of regular users. It is "vBulletin 3" which is itegrated into a dataset used to store your stories. I come here, for the same reason other people do....there is always someone on Lit.
This is not a blog, but I wonder how everyone's life really is. The VP's older sister has her laptop in my office, because my office is big enough for two people and I have two windows. Anyways, she loves to talk and some how the conversation came around to writing. She said that she figured that I was into writing (kinky stuff). LOL...Gosh! I told her that I self published, and she asked what....I refused, but she respected that. OMG! Her little brother just told me that him and I will be working exclusively on a project....Do I like dancing with the devil, or what!
My day sucked, eggs....the SVN tunk was hosed and my new changes ended up being lost, so tomorrow I have to figure out all the code changes I made before the repository got smoked.
Gosh! I fucked my wife like I was mad at her, and left her in bed...yup, I'm a jerk tonight.
Ya know, I want to look at the woman I'm with and say, "I want to fuck you!" and really mean it. Not the status kind of fuck, where she tell her family member that you fucked her sore, but the "I just can't get enough of you" kind of fuck.
I think I've only fuck two girls in my life like that.
I freakin' hate wine, it make me feel so depressed.
Now, you have ramblings....the bottle is empty and I don't feel safisticated or cultured. I feel like I have a good buzz...
My web site is down, and I don't know if I want a web site or not. I just want to do stuff for fun. I am tired of doing stuff for money. I just built a best practices web application for a state agency for $1500.00.....They should have asked me to do as a favor, I would have thrown in a bunch of bells and whisles, like statical reports....
I might suck at writing, but I know a good story...It's 10:47 pm and I'm about to take my 41 y/o ass to bed for the night.
I'm scared.
I've done everything I've ever wanted to do and nothing thrills me. Me, as a black man, growing up in lower Alabama, fucking beautiful white women was the penicle of my existance. Be there and done that. I've road a motorcycle down the grape vine starting at Seattle, Washington down to L.A. Cal and back. I've bought a truck, a boat, made a few sex videos, and had teens sucking my dick. Fuck! My life sucks! It just doesn't mean shit to me.
I want a girl, that when I look into her eyes I get butterflies in my stomach. I'm going to die and never have that feeling again.
After 20 years, the one girl that I felt I could have had it all with lives about 3 miles from my current job. The problem is, she has a family. A husband (who I suppected that she was cheating on me with when I was in Korea) and daughters, just like her mom had. The thing about it is, I believe that she don't need to see my sorry ass.
Fuck! I should feel lucky. I never even had a sprang ankle, and I repelled from helicopters and sides of mountains. I've drove off a bridge into the Mobile bay. The sick as I have gotten was the chicken pots when I was a kid.
This is why I hate wine and love bud, I'd be sleep right now and not trying to type this crap.
Lit is the best site that I've ever seen. It is really simple in design, but the users have made it complex. It uses a message board. You've seen them everywhere, but it have pulled together a community of regular users. It is "vBulletin 3" which is itegrated into a dataset used to store your stories. I come here, for the same reason other people do....there is always someone on Lit.
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