2.5.99
This is the reason that I am pissed off at Levi, Strauss, and Company. These are the 501's that I am wearing right now. They are just a little over two years old, and as you can see quite clearly, my scrotum would be visible if it were not confined by Calvin Klein's pearly grasp. (photo of my crotch)
I guess that i didn't mention the digital camera, did I? They are useful things, ideally suited for situations like this. I couldn't imagine all the Filipino clerks at Longs trying to figure out what this was all about. The thing this picture misses is dimension. You can see the bottom of one testicle sticking out of the bottom hole, but not a lot else.
Maybe that's a good thing....
Certainly it is if you judge by the conversation that Christian and I had earlier this afternoon. Christian is a fellow that I met on the Internet a while back in the Yahoo chatrooms. (BTW, if you see "one_haole_boy" flitting around, stop by and say hi.) We talked initially for about four hours and basically dumped on each other about the various rights and wrongs of our lives. It's a luxury that the Internet affords us, the ability to lay out one's guts out for public scrutiny.
So we did, and it was good then. It was also good today. One day I hope to meet dear Christian, so that he and I can have it out face to face, and some day, I believe it will happen. He does not live in Hawaii, but travels frequently here on business. I welcome the prospect of meeting him, but somehow, I have to approach the idea with some trepidation. I have yet to actually meet a real live internet user, or at least one who knows me from these words before seeing the whole glorious technicolour thing, easy access crotch and all. It does make it easy to scratch my balls, though. Maybe I'll keep them.
Yes, my balls are getting itchy. Time to shave them again, Monka. Maybe I'll take digi camera pictures for you, dear.... (That was a private joke.)
The same anonymity that I love about the Internet is the same thing that repels me from it, and makes me not want to participate in the antics that abound here. The friendships that I have made here have been tremulous at best. That bothers me for some reason. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not discounting the buds that I surround myself with, you guys are really great, but let's face it, I don't know a hell of a lot about you, and you don't know a hell of a lot about me. At least not in the came way that my IRT friends do. All you know is what I tell you about myself, and let me tell you, I paint a very rosy paining of myself. For instance, this is what I look like: (Photo of me goes here)
That's what I look like with an incredulous, "This can't possibly work" look on my face. It's not real pretty, but you know what? It's me. This is the face that a couple hundred people see every day at work, the face that rolls over each morning at 5:30 and crawls out of bed each morning for a piss. This face had a looong day today, and thus the reason it looks so fatigued. But you know, it's all mine, and I happen to like it a lot, even in its unshaven condition with shiny nose.
You might ask the question "Uhh, where is the illustrious RR?" He's in Minneapolis, and therefore forcing me to hold the camera at arm's length and force an incredulous look. I'm left at home as the "Home Guard" to feed the cats, ducks, and dawg (aka eating shitting sleeping machines) and to deal with the dead rat somewhere in this house (ugh!) All in all, I'm glad to be alone for a while. I miss the presence of another warm body to carouse with, but can't say that it is unpleasant to be alone. In fact, it is kind of tonic in a way. I can think all by my self, and for as long as I like, and I don't have to worry about upsetting the fragile balance that pervades here. Maybe I'll tell more about that later as I think things out and play mental ping pong with myself.
That's the other great thing about being alone, I can play with myself any time I like!
I guess that i didn't mention the digital camera, did I? They are useful things, ideally suited for situations like this. I couldn't imagine all the Filipino clerks at Longs trying to figure out what this was all about. The thing this picture misses is dimension. You can see the bottom of one testicle sticking out of the bottom hole, but not a lot else.
Maybe that's a good thing....
Certainly it is if you judge by the conversation that Christian and I had earlier this afternoon. Christian is a fellow that I met on the Internet a while back in the Yahoo chatrooms. (BTW, if you see "one_haole_boy" flitting around, stop by and say hi.) We talked initially for about four hours and basically dumped on each other about the various rights and wrongs of our lives. It's a luxury that the Internet affords us, the ability to lay out one's guts out for public scrutiny.
So we did, and it was good then. It was also good today. One day I hope to meet dear Christian, so that he and I can have it out face to face, and some day, I believe it will happen. He does not live in Hawaii, but travels frequently here on business. I welcome the prospect of meeting him, but somehow, I have to approach the idea with some trepidation. I have yet to actually meet a real live internet user, or at least one who knows me from these words before seeing the whole glorious technicolour thing, easy access crotch and all. It does make it easy to scratch my balls, though. Maybe I'll keep them.
Yes, my balls are getting itchy. Time to shave them again, Monka. Maybe I'll take digi camera pictures for you, dear.... (That was a private joke.)
The same anonymity that I love about the Internet is the same thing that repels me from it, and makes me not want to participate in the antics that abound here. The friendships that I have made here have been tremulous at best. That bothers me for some reason. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not discounting the buds that I surround myself with, you guys are really great, but let's face it, I don't know a hell of a lot about you, and you don't know a hell of a lot about me. At least not in the came way that my IRT friends do. All you know is what I tell you about myself, and let me tell you, I paint a very rosy paining of myself. For instance, this is what I look like: (Photo of me goes here)
That's what I look like with an incredulous, "This can't possibly work" look on my face. It's not real pretty, but you know what? It's me. This is the face that a couple hundred people see every day at work, the face that rolls over each morning at 5:30 and crawls out of bed each morning for a piss. This face had a looong day today, and thus the reason it looks so fatigued. But you know, it's all mine, and I happen to like it a lot, even in its unshaven condition with shiny nose.
You might ask the question "Uhh, where is the illustrious RR?" He's in Minneapolis, and therefore forcing me to hold the camera at arm's length and force an incredulous look. I'm left at home as the "Home Guard" to feed the cats, ducks, and dawg (aka eating shitting sleeping machines) and to deal with the dead rat somewhere in this house (ugh!) All in all, I'm glad to be alone for a while. I miss the presence of another warm body to carouse with, but can't say that it is unpleasant to be alone. In fact, it is kind of tonic in a way. I can think all by my self, and for as long as I like, and I don't have to worry about upsetting the fragile balance that pervades here. Maybe I'll tell more about that later as I think things out and play mental ping pong with myself.
That's the other great thing about being alone, I can play with myself any time I like!
I've fallen in love with you,
I'm taking it badly,
Freezing, burning,
Tossing, turning,
Never know when to laugh
or cry!
Just look what our
Dumb friends do,
They welcome it gladly,
Passion in a dromedary
doesn't go so deep.
Camels when they're mating
never sob themselves to sleep.
Buffaloes can revel and
So can any sheep...
Why can't I?
I can't do anything at all,
But just love you.
You've pulled me
across the brink,
You've chained me
and bound me.
No escape now,
Where's the grate now.
When is the funeral
Going to be?
Whenever I start to think
and see nature around me
Then I see how stupidly
Monogamous I am.
A lion in these circumstances
Wouldn't give a damn.
But is there would be no lion
If he'd lied down with the lamb
Why not me?
~Noel Coward.
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