Walking on Water.

SO, I made a blog post with a link to an outside pay site. It is one where I have two stories published - The Family Pet (which is partially posted at the Library) and Becoming Bimbo. Alas, the post was removed because it contained a link to the site.

One would think that after all my story contributions over the year that I might be allowed such things. Anyhow, several stories and many years into being a member here and I can't even link to my stories outside here because I would ...

There was a recent earthquake that was followed by a hurricane on the east coast of the US recently. I stayed away from many of the news reports simply because I work evenings and don't have time to keep up on it all. I assumed that the standard reaction by most of our religious right was that it was God punishing them for their tolerance for gay marriage and other "deviant" lifestyles. That is the standard reaction for them, after all. As I recall, Sodom and Gomorrah were hit by fire ...

Virtually every time I see an ugly married couple I have noticed that they tend ot have a slew of kids. I've also noticed that many good looking people who's first born is ugly tend to have several more children and it seems that it is always the youngest who is good looking while the rest of the offspring are ugly as shit.

Meanwhile, good looking people who have a good looking kid on their first try seem to stop there - or they have one more and then stop. This leads me to believe ...

In this world we are bound to run across all sorts of people. There are white people, brown people, yellow people, not quite white people who speak spanish, not quite black people who speak french, French people who surrender at the first sign of danger and drunken Irishmen. The point is, there are a lot of folks with a lot of differences. I get it.

What I don't get are dykes and fags.

Now, before I go on I need to define dykes and fags. Dykes and fags are homosexuals ...

It's been said many times that I have a huge ego. Women and men have told me that I can't fit in the room with my ego, reminding me frequently of how much I like my ego to be stroked.

Now, I will be the first to admit that I have a big ego, though I would never say I have a huge ego...just bigger than most.

As for enjoying having my ego stroked...I can't deny that. I love having my ego stroked. There are few things as satisfying as a well-stroked ego.
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I have a tool box at home. It is fully loaded with various wrenches, screw drivers, hammers, pliers, oil filter wrenches, ratchet sets of varying size and other weapons of mass destruction.

In another tool box I have a drill. The drill is a cordless rechargeable drill with two batteries, a charger and has two screw driver bits clipped to it's base so I can interchange them quite quickly. Within that tool box I have two cases of drill bits. One case has metal/wood bits and the other ...

I was in the lunch room in the building where I work the other day, Go figure, I was eating lunch. Anyway, there were a *butt load of magazines on one of the table.

Being bored and lonely (no one wanted to eat with me because I am mean) I grabbed a couple magazines (stole them from fearful co-workers) and sat down to lunch. Upon opening the magazines I learned that they were movie/TV star gossip magazines.

I don't get it. Who the fuck are these people? I never heard ...

It's raining. Not the hard rain that lowers the temperature and makes you bundle up and watch your breath gather into water vapor. No, this is the sort of rain that makes you wear a jacket to stay dry, despite the fact that it isn't remotely cold out.

Everyone in my building is wearing a jacket. Even inside, they are wearing their jackets. It's what you are forced to do on days like this - wear your jacket all day long. That's because we all came into work bundled up for a cold, rainy ...

I hate blogs. That isn't exactly true. It's the lame assed completely fucked up blogs I hate that do not allow the reader to comment.

Recently, I perused a couple blogs with entries touting the skills of the author as a writer. Of course, the blogs were error laden and poorly phrased. It was then that I carefully composed an appropriate comment to the blog's author (in my head) only to be thwarted by the lack of a "comment" button, leaving me disappointed, depressed and ...

O M G do I hate internet shorthand! I actually got a letter from a friend - hand written, in an envelope, stamped and then watermarked by the post office. The first sentence ended with "LOL" in big cursive letters.

Immediately, I thought OMFG, my BFF is FUBAR and if she ever SMS's me again I will make certain she RIPs! Then she proceeded to give me TMI on the QT and actually drew in emoticons. A bit further on down in the letter I got a LMFAO that made me want to shoot her ...