tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60646582011-04-21T13:51:11.020-05:00The non-adventures of a lonely freak, in a strange small town. Be warned, adult subject matter is covered here. AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1092554439716141102004-08-15T02:09:00.000-05:002004-08-15T02:28:08.326-05:00

Shortly after the last post, I emailed D (the ex, not the coworker), to tell her how much I missed her friendship, and to let her know how much I especially missed it during some especially rough periods in the past year (see: here). She responded that a) she hates long emails (I knew this, but had forgotten) and because I mentioned that I was a bit drunk, she decided not to read it. Both for my

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1091950078242225192004-08-08T01:53:00.000-05:002004-08-08T02:27:58.243-05:00

I'd come up with a better name for it, but honestly, I'm at a loss. On this past Monday, I started a new job. As regular readers (do I have any left?) might recall, I've worked for the last several years in a local bar. I'm still working Saturday day shifts in said bar, but that's it. Anyway, durring 4th of July weekend, I worked a Saturday night shift, and stayed late, because (with the

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1089518151816497922004-07-10T22:40:00.000-05:002004-07-10T22:55:51.816-05:00

Friday is the big day at work...it's a pub, and Friday lunch is our busiest food shift, and I'm the cook for said shift. So I try to get to bed at a reasonable hour on Thursday nights (something I don't do anywhere near as often as I should, as a trip through my archives looking at post times might attest). Anyway, lately I've been in a bit of a funk, and whenever that happens, I have trouble

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#1: Flipping through my 6 HBO channels and coming across a movie where a gent is spanking his secretary whie she leans on his desk. And no, it's not some bad b movie - it's an actual movie, with a plot and characters and everything. The movie, Secretary, was quite good (altho I missed the first half hour or so), and has a depth of characterization that you wouldn't expect from the premise.

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I'm here. There isn't much to report. May was one of the worst months I've ever gone through (one young - early 20s - friend dead, one family member rescued with the help of an ambulance crew and their defibrulator). On top of all that, my relatoinships with the opposite sex are currently dead in the water. The girl is, for all intents and purposes, out of my life. I have no idea how she

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I know it's been a while. I'm not sure I have any readers left (not that I ever had many). Anyway, the past few weeks have been completely uneventful in my atempts to woo the girl. The only contact since my last post was a single email, which basically said "yes, I got your email". I have no idea what to make of this. I really would like to just talk to her and get it over with. Very much

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1076045320145579352004-02-06T00:28:00.000-05:002004-02-06T00:31:02.530-05:00

I saw the girl at work today, and told her to answer her email. Turns out that her brother, who owns the computer (she is something of a ludite), has been out of town for some time, and so she couldn't get access to the PC to get her email. She will, hopefully, be checking it in the next day or two. I hope. So we'll see. Meanwhile, she continues to send mixed signals. I have no clue what

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(Some may remember that as the subtitle to the umpteenth Star Trek movie in a Simpsons Episode). I've had an amazing long day, including nearly 12 hours of work, during which I watched/listened to one of the most exciting Super Bowls ever (Go Pats!). On top of that, my mind has been going pretty crazy over a few things. I'd like to get some of those out here, but as I said, I'm exhausted.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1075665739235155342004-02-01T15:02:00.000-05:002004-02-01T15:04:35.840-05:00

Would it kill her to answer her email? It's been a fragging week.

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Something may be happening with the girl...I do not know as of yet what those things may be. I recently ran into her in a setting where we had a chance to talk a little bit, and she seemed quite interested in talking more... I don't know what's going to happen, and I'm certainly not going to plan it out any more than I have to, because I always screw it up when I do that. But I'll try to post

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1073815531639249282004-01-11T05:05:00.000-05:002004-01-11T05:05:52.480-05:00

I'm in an odd mood tonight. I'm not sure why. I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep. I'm bored, too...perhaps that's why I'm here. I miss D, very much. D was my last girlfriend. Before we dated, and for most of the time we dated, she was pretty much my best (and usually only real) friend. I could talk to her about nearly anything. Your reading this might make you think that I have no

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1073283234976293682004-01-05T01:13:00.000-05:002004-01-05T01:14:14.013-05:00

After being terribly depressed over XMas, I've been in pretty good spirits lately. I go Monday to look at what could be my next home, meeting my two potential roommates...24 and 21 year old females. Just call me Jack Tripper. I was going to go to a party on New Years, but I wasn't feeling too good, so I stayed home and watched a movie (Lolita, actually. The 97 version, not the 62 version.

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The year is almost over. This one was worse than the last, which is quite the acomplishment, as last year I went all the way to Denver just to get dumped (among a bunch of other shit that made last year not much fun). Brother's home for the weekend. Almost broke into tears talking to him for a bit. He's doing great, and I'm proud as hell of him...but it also hurts, a lot. Feels like I've

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1071764460402273562003-12-18T11:21:00.000-05:002003-12-18T11:21:41.343-05:00

Dirty Whore, of the Diary of the same name, has a long post up explaining what she's going through because of her ADHD. It's about paying her bills. ...the reality is that I'm fucking up, but I just don't internalize that or see it as the true me. That sounds exactly like me. Exactly. This, as you might expect, bothers me. I'm going to have to do a little research. I'm also going to have

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1071644747820734762003-12-17T02:05:00.000-05:002003-12-17T02:06:29.923-05:00

I said a wihle ago that I'm giving up. I wish it were that easy. Sadly, it is not. I walk past her house twice a day, 5 days a week. All sorts of other things that I encounter every day make me think of her. Red Wizard needs closure badly. (Sorry, video game joke. If you don't get it, go play Gauntlet, or just take my word for it). I have this problem. I'm an eternal optimist. I

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Before I get into what I wanted to write about last night, I need to get today's work-related crap off my chest. I work with a girl, D. D is a very nice girl most of the time, and is very, very cute (she looks like Christina Aguilera back on the first album, when she was still clean and not fake-tan). She is also not one to be trifled with when she's in a bad mood. Her life has not been

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1071560919236987772003-12-16T02:48:00.000-05:002003-12-16T02:48:52.576-05:00

but I have to get to bed so I can make it to work in the morning. I'll write tomorrow night, I swear.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1071036645334745132003-12-10T01:10:00.000-05:002003-12-10T01:10:57.600-05:00

A few people have apparently found this site looking for answers to their questions about the reality TV show Average Joe. Something tells me this isn't what they expected. Unfortunately for those people, I have no answers - I don't watch reality TV. And if you search "averagejoe", this site comes in 8th. Not too bad, considering how new the site is.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1070773730102735762003-12-07T00:08:00.000-05:002003-12-07T00:09:01.603-05:00

I give up. It's been a week and a half. No calls, nothing. I've asked her to call me twice, and if her brother is to be trusted (about a 50/50 shot, admittedly), he's also passed on the same message to her for me twice. 4 times in the last week and a half, and nothing. So fuck it. It isn't meant to be (the obnoxious part, tho, is that without her actually saying that, part of me is always

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1070425021171997362003-12-02T23:17:00.000-05:002003-12-02T23:17:39.926-05:00

Chatting with a friend... [Me] I got a spam the other day that was way too clever. I got one of those notices that someone sent me an e-card and I should follow some link to see it. The ecard was legit, but the personalized message was about something involving a webcam, white girls, and well endowed black men. Happy Thanksgiving indeed. [Friend] Gobble gobble. [Friend] To quote Jennifer

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1070271687297422922003-12-01T04:41:00.000-05:002003-12-01T04:41:36.873-05:00

I'm a nonconformist at heart, but pretty often, I find myself completely annoyed by the fact that I'm nocturnal. Mostly, it has to do with the fact that there's almost nothing to do this time of night, unless I get lucky and one of the british blogs I read updates. I have said here before that I suffer from insomnia. That's not quite true. The reality is that my body is firmly convinced that

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1070254381556170972003-11-30T23:53:00.000-05:002003-11-30T23:53:10.906-05:00

For one reason or another, the girl did not call me today. I'm going to try to get in touch with her through her two roommates tomorrow. Hopefully, something will come of that. The more people I talk to, the more people I find think her boyfriend is an ass. She is a notoriously bad judge of character (which is to say that she generally treats everyone like they are a good person, even when

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1070179363416220582003-11-30T03:02:00.000-05:002003-11-30T03:02:53.260-05:00

Went to hit "post and publish", hit "Template" instead. Argh. It asked if I wanted to save the post, I hit yes...but I have no idea how to retrieve it. There's nothing under Drafts or Future Posts... I saw the girl today. Didn't get to talk much. Told her to call me tomorrow. She was kinda tipsy, she may forget. God, I hope not. I'll fill in the details later...don't feel like

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1070060068279626042003-11-28T17:54:00.000-05:002003-11-28T17:54:37.833-05:00

Found out this morning at work that Wednesday night ended with the girl being roughed up a little by her boyfriend, who everyone says is an ass (I don't really know him, but I have certainly gotten that feeling). There is a good chance that this happened because she spent time talking to me. You see, she isn't allowed contact with the male of the species, because he doesn't trust her.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1070013847687973912003-11-28T05:04:00.000-05:002003-11-28T05:04:17.003-05:00

No call yet. Not that I expected one today...she had two families (mom and dad, who are very much divorced and, at last check, can not stand eachother...and both sides come with their own special brand of drama), plus her boyfriend, she expected to be really really tired. I hope she calls soon. I'm litterally tossing and turning in bed, with my mind unable to think about anything else. I wish

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069923766553155412003-11-27T04:02:00.000-05:002003-11-28T04:49:19.200-05:00

I have made contact with the girl, and gave her my number and asked her to call me so we can talk and stuff. I almost blew it, but got another chance and managed to actually go through with it. Hopefully, she will call. I have not, as of yet, explained my feelings or even suggested them. There is a reason for this. Unfortunately, the reason requires me to tell the one story about my fairly

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069767615547888872003-11-25T08:40:00.000-05:002003-11-25T08:43:47.010-05:00

Now, I'm open minded and all. I'm willing to try nearly anything, and to be honest, the idea of playing around with gender roles turns me on. But this is just odd. Guys taking cosplay (which can also be kinda sexy, when it isn't completely freaky) to the next level by trying to turn into little anime girls. I've been reading BoingBoing for a while, but I hadn't checked it out in a day or

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069669498413241132003-11-24T05:24:00.000-05:002003-11-24T05:25:06.350-05:00

I remembered what I wanted to write about while I was lying in bed last night. But I didn't feel like getting up and writing it down. And now I've forgotten again. I will try not to make the same mistake again. As for the fantasy I described last night, I had an idea to expand it. Put a microphone in front of the poor creature without her knowledge, and at some point, let her hear herself

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069578380378242912003-11-23T04:06:00.000-05:002003-11-23T04:07:47.466-05:00

There was something I wanted to write. Now I completely forget what it was. That's annoying. For the purity test, I got a 60-something. In 5 years, if I'm lucky in relationships, I expect to score about half of that. I am a 'wild and ca-razy guy', after all. Or at least, would be, if life let me. Oh, I had the best idea for a bondage chair the other day. A wooden, straight backed chair

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069406423756836342003-11-21T04:20:00.000-05:002003-11-21T04:20:30.933-05:00

...about having D/s tendencies is when there's no one to share them with. It's like loneliness squared. Not only am I lonely in general, but I want quite badly to enforce my will upon a cute little subbie. Reading the various kink blogs I follow doesn't help any, either...makes it worse, actually. One thing I've noticed...I look for very different porn depending on what mode I'm in. I

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069322307679568992003-11-20T04:58:00.000-05:002003-11-20T05:19:08.806-05:00

Hope you like it, I'm sure I'll change it at some point. A quick note: You can now email me by clicking on my name at the bottom of every post. Anyway, I was listening to some messed up tunes while fiddling with the look. For example, Rexall, by Dave Nevarro There is no love left in your eyes There is love between your thighs Roll over say goodnight I hate my life I hate my life Never want

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069306824062762442003-11-20T00:40:00.000-05:002003-11-20T00:41:05.210-05:00

I was just thinking how many of us "sexbloggers" feel we have to be anonymous, just because we're worried that this will mix with the rest of our lives. Stupid fucking puritans. It sucks massive ass that society is such that embracing who you are sexually is considered a bad thing. I can see if you're a pedophile or into beastiality, that's one thing. But for someone who only desires to

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069293152578926422003-11-19T20:52:00.000-05:002003-11-19T20:52:38.963-05:00

I don't know if anyone else gets this feeling, but one of the things I've discovered while reading blogs is that I tend to feel that I know the person writing them. This is very much not true, since most blogs only show a part of their personality, and sometimes it showcases a part of the personality that wouldn't be very obvious in real life, a la Maculate Deviant's love for typing the dirty

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069218572501166262003-11-19T00:09:00.000-05:002003-11-19T00:09:39.276-05:00

It's nice to be reminded that there are much bigger freaks in the world than you.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069063926803123922003-11-17T05:12:00.000-05:002003-11-17T05:12:32.130-05:00

I realized that, up to this point, all I'd done was bitch about my life or tell stories about how I got here. And none of it involved kink. So, for those who wonder why I call myself a "lonely freak" off on the right over there: 1) I'm a switch, but I lean submissive. With the right woman, I think I could be made to do anything short of kill myself. I have dated two women who could have had

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069061010717964432003-11-17T04:23:00.000-05:002003-11-17T04:24:58.900-05:00

The way I fix insomnia cycles is by staying up all god damned night, and then all day, and going to bed at an early hour (for me...like midnight, maybe 1). lately, this has been hard, because I'm not getting enough sleep when I do finally drift off. Lying in bed, I realized that, tired as I am, I want to get this fixed, and also that I do not want to lie in bed with my thoughts. My thoughts,

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069059881451126662003-11-17T04:04:00.000-05:002003-11-17T04:04:47.840-05:00

Rereading an old post made me think of this quick story. I mentioned in that post that you'd be surprised how many people that I went to school with either don't recognize me or don't remember my name. Part of this happened durring a stretch when I had goofy facial hair to make up for the babyface I had at the time (I now look older, for reasons I'm not quite sure of...but at 21, I looked 17.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1069059057162732162003-11-17T03:50:00.000-05:002003-11-17T03:51:03.693-05:00

It's 3:30. I'm not even very tired. I slept way too late today (woke up at 1, got out of bed a couple hours later). This all started almost a week ago now. So, here's how it works. I don't get to sleep until too late Tuesday. Mostly because I'm reading blogs and such. Anyway, I get to bed late. Sleep in wednesday (sleeping in for me means until some time after noon). I forget exactly

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068886813110187522003-11-15T04:00:00.000-05:002003-11-15T04:00:19.053-05:00

Not much to say. Just that I'm way too much of a geek to not get a kick out of this one. Ah, Einstein's theory of Relativity plus anime humor/porn. Only in America.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068873097417513982003-11-15T00:11:00.000-05:002003-11-15T00:11:43.213-05:00

While checking out one of the many new-to-me sex/relationship blogs I've found over the past few days, I hit a post discussing this very question. Said post was on The Whore's Boudoir, more specifically on the 2nd post on this page(I can't find permalinks on her site...so that's the best I got. It's called "I wanna feel you from the inside", which, oddly enough, is from the song Closer, which

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068820329050885812003-11-14T09:32:00.000-05:002003-11-14T09:32:14.500-05:00

Good news: Woke up on time. Bad news: Still tired, want to go back to bed. Insomnia sucks ass...

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068802979448561352003-11-14T04:42:00.000-05:002003-11-14T04:43:04.550-05:00

...going from the political blogosphere to the erotic/personal version is that the political is generally far more active, and I'm not used to one post a day or so on average from the sites I read. ...being an insomniac is that at almost 5 AM, when I check back all the sites I checked 2 hours ago, I know none of them have changed (and most of them hadn't changed since I checked them a few

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068795380172097752003-11-14T02:36:00.000-05:002003-11-14T02:36:25.350-05:00

I found a video of the guy who puts on poetry slams for a deaf highschool doing his piece on Def Poetry. It can be found here. Quicktime required. I found an MP3 of Smokey Robinson's poem (and several others I liked), but have no way of posting them online. Search on Kazaa or whatnot for "Def Poetry", you'll probably find it. Look for "This Type Love", "Being Black" (Robinson's piece), "I

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068791273191221442003-11-14T01:27:00.000-05:002003-11-14T01:27:58.480-05:00

Suzi, she of A Cumwhore's Diary fame, has added me to her blogroll. As much as this place is just here for me to vent, it's also here because I like to vent to people, and not to space. If that's all I needed, I'd be fine...I talk to myself all the time. So welcome readers. And please, feel free to leave comments. That's what it's there for.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068791163270164562003-11-14T01:26:00.000-05:002003-11-14T01:26:08.573-05:00

My bad luck would be famous if...well, you know, if more people knew about it. I'm going to have to explain why I want so badly to see the girl now, after all the months and years where we haven't had much contact. You see, on the first thursday of September (I remember because I left for a weekend trip the next day, and also because it was a week shy of her birthday), she came into my bar. I

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068712416405377322003-11-13T03:33:00.000-05:002003-11-13T03:33:41.396-05:00

Okay, so I don't actually talk like Snoop. I sorta wish I could get away with it, but sadly, I'm a pale irish kid with hair down to the middle of his back and a voice completely devoid of funkiness. It's never going to be my style. I mostly wish I could get away with the outfits. And the hats. I should try that for a while...I like old school hats (note: I don't mean "trucker" hats. those

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Or how I learned to start worrying and worry some more. I've mentioned that I'm a paranoid person. There's a reason for this. In gradeschool, I was the most gulible kid ever. And I got tormented for it. There is a particular example. Some background first, tho. I was shorter than most of my class until I hit my growthspurt sophomore year of highschool. This is a small town, so I was with

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068682736916288972003-11-12T19:18:00.000-05:002003-11-12T19:19:02.026-05:00

Right now, besides this window, I have two other browser windows open. One is on the aformentioned Cumwhore's Diary, the other is on...the New York Times, specifically an editorial on the level of vitriol in public discourse these days. Before that, the blog of a philosophy grad, and before that the blog of a professional economist. All while listening to my mp3 playlist, which once went

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Reading A Cumwhore's Diary (which I just discovered, and so far like), she was talking about rationalizing things when it comes to sexual encounters. In comments, I noted that there is something worse...rationalizing avoiding such opportunities. As I said there: "I rationalize reasons not to go through with shit all the time. It basically freezes me up when any opportunity with certain people

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Note: This story is as true as my memory allows (as it happened a little over 8 years ago, and I was sleep deprived then (and am now), I'm allowed to be a little off). This involves the girl who I've been trying to meet. I was 16, or more likely just shy of it (for those of you who aren't math majors, I'm 24 now). My memory sucks at putting events in order, so I can't recall where this fell

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Good god. 4th try at this shit. Being over tired and buzzed sucks ass when you're working with a mouse. So. I'm at the bar I work at. I've been their a little over an hour after I punch out. I'm into my second big absolut mandorin and cranberry (it tastes awesome, btw). And I'm talking to a regular who plays darts. Turns out that the team that the girl I want to talk to isn't on the team

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I have to go to work now, but I figured I'd say this. I'm staying late at work tonight, to hang out. This isn't completely crazy, as I work at a popular local bar. I don't normally hang out and drink, tho. So why tonight? This girl is going to be in (hopefully). She plays darts there on Tuesdays. I've been trying to switch to the night shift (for legit reasons), but haven't been able to.

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068561350097212412003-11-11T09:35:00.000-05:002003-11-11T09:35:54.626-05:00

I'm about to jump in the shower so I can go to work, but I figured I'd get a little detailed about what this place is going to be, just in case anyone found their way here somehow. This place is going to be for me to talk about a few things. My horrid luck with women, my fairly rampant kinky side, the complete freakshow that is my hometown, and whatever else I feel like. All sorts of features

AverageJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985278359503081385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064658.post-1068560545674327282003-11-11T09:21:00.000-05:002003-11-11T09:28:20.443-05:00

Um..hi. This is new, so gimme some time to get some stuff written, and set everything up and whatnot. More soon.

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