So its autumn which means absolutely nothing but the fact that the hurricane season is over. And there are a newer set of things to look out for in this new season. It takes me a moment to adjust. Which is one of the reasons why I don't drink hard liquor, live dangerously or talk to women with ugly feet. Compare it to a fear of losing control and going off on a murderous killing spree across the island, and accepting campaign donations from unscrupulous oil companies. My bed is half covered with old clothes that I have been sorting through for the past couple weeks or a month.
I am not sure anymore, more so when I have to cut my hair late at night for fear of being stopped by armed security. Worst with the apparent upsurge of stingray attacks. God only knows what they are planning next. Rabid stingrays are taking over. I would vote for a stingray president. I haven't been near the water in months, terrorists in the air, terrorists in the water.
I have about 5 hours of stuff left to watch, read or listen to. Its one of the benefits of the new computer age in which we live. At anyone point you know-right-away, right from the start how much of your life your going to have waste away just to get a few moments of satisfaction. The resolution, knowing that your right on top of everything. Not necessarily EVERYTHING but enough so that you get the FEELING. Because the feeling is what its about. I'm working on that in my secret underground lab. Soon you'll be able to buy FEELINGS off the internet. Think about how much simpler life is going to be.
Mad Bull commented: It sorta hard to put bat to ball on this one. I think its because of the crazy labrador that you have running around the place, along with the shotta (with M16) he carries with him on a chain. What is it you guys have protecting so? Oh... is the old clothes that Henry Morgan used to wear nuh? Antique stuff, I guess... ... read 16 more
profile photos: For those of you like to take pictures of yourselves and flowers, you can now upload more photos to your profile. Up to a total of 20. I'll get comments working on them at some point.
comment replies: just spent the last 3 hours putting in comment replies. Now you can just click the "Reply" link by a comment to say what you think about it. You can't reply to replies though. THat would be crazy.
It so happens that I was chatting to this woman online. Not the usual random stranger stalker type. But this time it was a girl of a mysterious or fascinating quality, I thought, since long back. I was intrigued for reasons unknown. "Long back" is a phrase I picked up from the Indian guy at work, meaning "long time ago" or "some point in the distance past" or "I forgot, exactly when the hell that was". But anyway I came online and this woman was there. I did not say anything to her because she tends to be very unpredictable, moody and hungry at night time. Like most. Sometimes, rabid like a monkey in heat. This however must have been a full moon cause I got a vibes and started to chat her up.
I guess the event which was about to unfold was a direct result of me talking to this woman online too much. Sometimes you just know something is bad or is your Achilles' heel and she might lead you to places you do not want to go. Like an animal. Closer to God. Boiling water on a stove kinda woman, easy to get addicted to. Jackie Brown. Tempted to touch. Like a stripper. I had cats as pets when I was younger in Mandeville. Dogs didn't last very long, in open spaces.
So I just about to get into the groove of the conversation, things start to get steamy and she ask me what I'm going to do to her when I reach over her yard. Not that a could have reached but at that point I wanted to her pay her a visit, feel her from the inside. Den all of a sudden guess what di oman ask me? if when I come over her house, will I show her my pussy? I'm like uuuhhmmm....wtf? A deep psychological trauma gripped my bueatiful but delicate mind. And now we're here. Heaven Help Us All.
