My Little Guestbook
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Posted:Dec 22, 2008 11:31 am
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2011 8:19 am
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Post here if you want to leave me a message.
Take care & Play safe
Josh
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Time To start a new
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Posted:Sep 7, 2010 8:11 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:4 am
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Well... lets start off.
Michelle... = bitch
Used me for better part of a year as basically an indentured servant with the hopes of sex from time to time while she went out and fucked around.
In the end.. HUGE MISTAKE...
So I dumped her on Valentines day after I got My jolies off so to speak. She spent a year being an Asshole to me. So I gave it to her there and left there. ^_^ (( really bad anal joke))
Surprisingly enough.
Sarah. My newest.. and somewhat .... well.. we have had our problems... continues to be the light i was looking for. She called me. She asked me. And me... I said sure.
For some reason i cannot stay mad at her. no matter what happens... which scares me...and ticks me off... recently... i wanted to be mad... i wanted to stay mad... which leaves me open. And I do not like feeling like I am some kind of target to be hurt. So it upsets me that I can't stay mad at her. However what worries me the most is I am not sure if this means I have matured and accepted that some things work and some don't... or I am just in love. Either one scare me to no end.
I just don't want things to turn out the way they have in the past. Not with her.
For a breif history. We have known each other for nearly 20 years now. And have been phenominal friends. Now... more. The problem is... I can't stand being lied to. And I have had about enough of that as I can take. We have come to some arrangements and I am hoping that they work. I am tired of just "finding out" things. I warn everyone. I am a naturally suspicious person. If there is information I want. I can. And Will get it. By any means neccessary.
So here is hoping. She is actually looking at me as I make this post. I Hide absolutly nothing from her unless she "doesn't want to see it" lol.
Inside joke.
Sexually. Fucking Astounding. She enjoys fucking as much as I do... though lately there has been a lull. We talked about it. And I will spare you the details. But in case. It is justified.
Emotionally. She tries to avoid my bad moments. which is exactly what I don't want her to do. She clams up and gets quiet.
I wish she would just open up and talk. And stop hiding shit from me. In the end. i am going to be more pissed about lies that if she opens up and just tells me the truth.
Otherwise.
We enjoy doing alot of the same stuff. and i mean alot.
She took me to a jazz club. Didn't think i would like it... at all...
I was wrong. Enjoyed the hell outta myself and although I again and as usual didn't get to dance with her I still enjoyed myself.
Dancing. yeah. seems she enjoys dancing with everyone but me. who'da thunk.
Food... ok... Mac'n'cheese... Nough said. OMG its like its own food group now. And it is indeed tastey
I want to get her working again. And a car. The problem is... I still do not even know now if I can trust her with either.
The thing is. i would much rather work my ass off to provide and give her the life she has always wanted than to leave her wondering if she is good enough.
She claims that she feels inadiquate because she doesn't do much. She cooks. Cleans. Wakes my happy ass up for work even to the point of setting out my uniform. Listens to my grumbling when I am in a bad mood (sometimes)
ok well i have rambled on with many other distractions.
We are on here together now under this account.
Perhaps someone we both approve of will happen upon this profile and leave a message in the guest book. until then
Take care & Play Safe
Josh
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Wow. Its been some time
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Posted:Dec 2, 2009 8:25 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2010 10:07 pm
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Well, Life is ok.
Doing pretty well here.
I am in a good place.
I really am.
I miss a lot of my friends here.
But I never hear from anyone here anymore.
I talk to the occasional person.
But like me, they have moved on with their lives.
I will stick around and chat with people.
And converse. So Chat away and let me know how you are all doing.
Take care...
And Play safe.
Josh
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Not much to report
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Posted:Aug 7, 2009 9:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:4 am
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I am still breathing... that's good. And I am still dating Michelle.
Although lately she seems a bit disinterested in sex....
I am hoping its a phase...
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So Bored
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Posted:Jul 1, 2009 3:45 pm
Last Updated:Aug 31, 2009 11:23 am
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Nothing to do. but work. come home. Sleep. Work... come home .... sleep... The weekends I get some relief. I get to go to Michelle's house and hang out and be Me for a day or so... then.. Back to the grind stone...
Which sux.
One of the guys at work just cost us all a huge cut in pay. My check was freakin small as hell. I barely paid any bills and still have some due.
This sux.
Well at least I can now keep people updated.
Till later.
Peace.
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Now Hiring
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Posted:Mar 18, 2009 12:05 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2009 12:28 am
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Joe Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock
(MADE IN JAPAN ) for 6am.
While his coffeepot
(MADE IN CHINA )
was perking, he shaved with his
electric razor
(MADE IN HONG KONG ).
He put on a
dress shirt
(MADE IN SRI LANKA ),
designer jeans
(MADE IN SINGAPORE )
and
tennis shoes
(MADE IN KOREA )
After cooking his breakfast in his new
electric skillet
(MADE IN INDIA )
he sat down with his
calculator
(MADE IN MEXICO )
to see how much he could spend today. After setting his
watch
(MADE IN TAIWAN )
to the radio
(MADE IN INDIA )
he got in his car
(MADE IN GERMANY )
filled it with GAS
(from Saudi Arabia )
and continued his search
for a good paying job.
At the end
of yet another discouraging
and fruitless day
checking his
Computer
(Made In Malaysia ),
Joe decided to relax for a while.
He put on his sandals
(MADE IN BRAZIL )
poured himself a glass of
wine
(MADE IN FRANCE )
and turned on his
TV
(MADE IN INDONESIA ),
and then wondered
why he can't find
a good paying job
in AMERICA?
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So far so good
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Posted:Mar 10, 2009 5:26 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:4 am
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Well,
Gotta find work. Everyone is either not hiring, on a hiring freeze, or in my case. Laying off. So today one lunch, I am going to go flood the area with resumes. I hope I get a hit. I could use the work.
Well i will keep you updated.
Take care & play safe
Josh
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Here I am
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Posted:Jan 29, 2009 8:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2009 11:41 am
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New and improved.
A bit better with my word.
A ton better with my jealousy issues.
And best of all, I am not afraid of having fun.
Ok I would like to ask a favor of the Blog world
Ask me One question. Something about me that people would like to know.
I would very much like to answer.
Thanks.
Ask away
(take care & play safe)
(josh)
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Updates
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Posted:Jan 23, 2009 12:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:4 am
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Well let me see.
I got a job I like.
Weirdly enough. I was hoping to get the job. And did. A little positive attitude does wonders.
Speaking of positive attitude.
Sex
Is it just me. Or is it after a few hours of fore play it just gets really really HOT... Then again. I have been taking some herbal supplements for men's health. Which with my luck as made it to the point of taking forever to cum. I mean forever. After about 4-5 hours of tooling around in the sheets... Things get...well... a little discouraging. "anytime now" lol...
Damnit. i enjoy watching a woman get off. But WTF... I wanna get there too
Ok.
New girl friend(s)
I went on a few dates. Had some laughs. Enjoyed myself. not bad for a new year. (Still have not had my cell phone turned back on. Don't think I am gonna either. it has gotten so quiet around here with out it.)
New Boyfriend(s)
Thats right I am Bi. If you don't like it Then you obviously didn't read my profile and can bugger off.
Other than that. A few ok guys out there. Most of them turn out to be just the regular.." I need a BJ" or" can we go fuck now?"....
Tips:
Guys. (you know who you are)
I like to know a lot about a person before I just jump into bed with them.
I like to know the personality of a person "before" I sleep with them.
I have never. And Will never "Just give in" You want it. Put some damn effort into it.
Lady's:
I am NOT a fucking mind reader.
While I am really caring. I do not appreciate being compared to your ex.
If you would like to see me change something. Make a mention of it. Once. Not a billion times. Then it is just nagging. Change takes time.
While I care deeply for everyone I know. I can be your best friend. But Do me a favor. I am VERY dense. Please do not take advantage of it.
Both:
While I enjoy sex. And I make a lot of jokes or comments about it. It is NOT my driving goal. Please do not think that I am that shallow.
I deal with the loss of a friend or loved one very hard. If I do something that makes you feel uncomfortable in ANY way please in form me so I know NOT to do it again.
Eh... i think that is about it for now.
Oh yeah. My birthday was a blast.
(thank you. again you know who you are. )
Drop by Sign my guest book, keep me company... chat with me. and as usual.
Take care & play safe
Josh
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New year
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Posted:Jan 1, 2009 3:32 pm
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2009 10:19 am
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Well it is a new year, a new chance.
Gonna make some major changes.
Stop by later and I will keep you updated 
Take care & play safe
Josh
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Alone
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Posted:Dec 27, 2008 7:29 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:4 am
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Ok,
Well here I am...by myself...as usual.
I have noticed a few things.
1) I tend to step on my own toes. I try to please everyone and anyone. This ends up becoming a problem and causes me a huge amount of stress.
2) Trust issues. I have been hurt. A lot in the past. And sadly, I don't trust many people. There are very few people I trust. This is something I need to get over.
3) I find myself over thinking things to often. I let my mind wander to places where if I believed in a person, I would not let my mind wander.
4) When I care about someone. I put my heart into it. Lately, this has not worked out to well. I think from now on, I am just hanging around to see how things go. I probably sound like a terrible person.
In the end I keep running into problems. The major problem is. I keep creating them. I think it is time for a major attitude adjustment. And a personality overhaul. Since I am not the most popular person, I think rather than being what everyone else wants me to be... i will just be me.
Take care & Play safe
Josh
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Out side the box
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Posted:Dec 12, 2008 7:33 am
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2009 1:29 am
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You are driving down the road in your car on a wild and stormy
night. You pass by a bus stop and you see three people
waiting for the bus:
1. An old lady who looks as if she is
about to die.
2. An old friend who once saved your life.
3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.
Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there
could only be one passenger in your car.
This dilemma was once actually used as part of a job application.
You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first.
Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back.
However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.
The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer.
He simply answered, 'I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.
Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to ‘think outside of the Box.'
Which one did ya choose?
Ya ever find yourself…venturing outside ‘the box’?
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Posted:Dec 12, 2008 7:21 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:4 am
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"Christmas Faith"
A sigh of relief spread throughout the meticulously disinfected and sanitized room, A shrill siren reverberated against the walls, signaling her entry. The usher of the hour moved to the side of a panting woman, a wriggling bundle in his arms.
"It's a girl."
The snow landed softly on the ground that Christmas eve. The air was crisp and thin, lightly carried by a chilling breeze. The young mother gazed out of the hospital window, still halfway under the effects of the pain killers. She softly sighed, relieved that her life would regain some sort of normalcy. She groggily turned her head in the direction of the opening door. A plump nurse carefully
glides in, carrying a pink adorned doll, who was fast asleep.
"What a Christmas Present!" The enthusiastic nurse exclaimed, handing the mother her .
The mother groaned through the medicine in agreement, then turned her eyes to the small, round woman.
"Can you please send in Jeremy?"
"Who?" the nurse turned her head towards the mother, straightening the woman's belongings.
"The man who was with me...." Came the Mother's patient reply. The nurse grew somber after a moment, the reality of the situation dawning on her. She opened her mouth to speak a few times, but couldn't quite find the right words to say.
"There is no one else here..." The nurse finally said with a heavy sigh.
"The man who brought me here.." the mother was beginning to become unnerved.
"Oh, the taxi driver?"
"pardon?"
"The man, who you came with, left shortly after you went into labor. He said he was just a taxi driver, and took off." The nurse blurted out, instantly regretting it. "I am so sorry..."
The nurse bustled out quickly, almost to the point of tears for the poor mother.
"....No....the father..." the young woman said to the empty room.
If the mother cried, she didn't realize it through the drugs, which didn't seem to null the sharp pain in her chest. Shortly, th nurse returned, holding a small, gray, stuffed elephant.
"Well...merry Christmas!" the nurse gently tucked the elephant beside the little girl in the mother's arms. The little person eagerly clutched the soft fabric to the best of her ability. "So, have you thought of a name yet?"
"yes..." the mother quietly replied.
"Well, what is it?" the nurse asked eagerly, leaning on the bed to tickle the infant.
"Faith," the mother began stroking the 's head. "And Hope." She motioned to the Elephant, which sadly stared into infinity, a smile sewn onto it's face for all eternity.
Part 2.
The years passed by, winters came, Christmases passed. Three years since the mother obtained Faith and Hope. The mother quickly became used to a hard life, holding two jobs just to make ends meet. The only joy in her life became seeing her 's smiling face. But she knew that the little girl deserved better than what she could ever give her.
Another Christmas ever, another cold night. The long, stony faced mother took the small, unfinished cup of cocoa to the sink in the kitchen of her two room apartment. She reached into the wooden cabinet above the gas oven, her hand groping for a packet of instant coffee. Finding nothing, she drug herself to the fridge, opening it and grabbing herself a coors.
She gently sipped it, the familiar cool rush down her throat seemed like a nightly visitor these days.
She slowly walked to the door of her 's room, and carefully pushed it open a crack.
The mother peered into the room, her daughters face illuminated by the pink night light beside her frameless mattress. Faith still had her "Birthday Princess" crown on her little head, she had refused to take it off, seeing as it was still her birthday until she woke up the next day. The mother slid in and picked Hope up off the floor and placed the elephant next to her Little Faith.
She exited the room as silently as she came in, closing the door without so much as a creak. She finds her way to the small, dry rotting bathroom and opens the medicine cabinet, and pocketing a white bottle.
As she steps back into the main room, she looks to her pathetic Christmas tree.
Instead of a fir, a dieing fig tree sat in the corner of the room, adorned with a single strand of lights, and a few strings of popcorn. How the mother wished that she could have at least one ornament on it, just to show Faith how a Christmas was supposed to be had.
She somberly walked over to the light switch, killing the lights on the tree, and returning the room to the pitch dark that could match the cloud resting in the mother's heart.
She took the pill bottle out of her pocket, and looked at it for a moment.
Soon one hand was on the door and the other on her car keys.
Faith awoke to such a commotion that Christmas morning
She heard voices coming form the living room, and things outside the house were moving. Naturally, she assumed that Santa Claus had stayed around to wish her a merry Christmas! She HAD been a VERY good girl this year, and her mommy always told her Santa never forgets the good little girls.:
She tipped toed to the door of her bedroom, her small, pink nightgown dragging at her feet. She creaked it open and snuck into the living room.
Her eyes immediately gazed to the corner, where the Christmas tree was. Or rather, had been.
In it's place was a bare wall, and hardwood floor.
Immediately the young girl, not yet fully grasping the difference between Christmas, and a Christmas tree, began to say,
"Where are you Christmas....Why can't I find you....Why have you gone away....."
As tears welled up in her eyes.
The world seemed to slow while one of the nearby police officers searching the home began to rush to the little girl, as Hope fell to the dusty floor.
Outside, a phone call could be heard.
"Yes...Found her on the side of the interstate....possible cause of death...Oxycoden overdose."
Where are you Christmas,
Do you remember?
The one you used to know?
-End-
The saddest part of this story, is that it could happen. Everyday there is some small out there, who loses everything, but is to innocent to understand why.
And every year, thousands of will not be able to experience a good Christmas.
During this time when we think of only the gifts that are going under our own tree, and whether or not grandma knitted you another itchy sweater, instead of thinking of those poor , who have nothing, and will receive nothing.
This year, I encourage everyone who reads this to go out and donate some of their time to be with some of the less fortunate at a nearby shelter
Or, volunteer at a soup kitchen
Donate toys, money, whatever, just, try to remember
That the reason we celebrate Christmas is because a small, amazing , was born in a manger, with no crib, and died on a wooden cross, so that we might have the ability to be filled with happiness and mirth.
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