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Yes, I could have loaded the dishwasher and forgotten to turn it on. No, I didn’t “Not turn it on to spite you.” Perhaps I’m just scatterbrained? One thing that women—including moms—don’t understand is that it’s not always about something specific. And more importantly, it’s not always about them. Another person could just like or… Continue reading Lacking space
It’s a few A.M. and I can’t really sleep. I’m jotting this down as I stroll around outside my hotel room, almost as if I’m searching for another insomniac to alleviate the loneliness. Where, by ‘insomniac,’ I probably mean ‘sexually frustrated person.’ But they’re the same thing right? Right? This would be a lot easier… Continue reading Night night
I’m going to keep this short because the harsh glow of the screen annoys me. And, by “annoys me,” I mean that I am on the verge of throwing up. You see, yours truly has been plenty sick all of this week, and the general pressures and trauma and workload I’ve been subjected to have… Continue reading Sickly silence
(There is nothing yours truly enjoys more than taking a random personal observation, warping it way out of proportion and generalising it to all (wo)mankind.) It’s no secret that women perpetually yearn for men to “communicate more.” Actually, let me rephrase that. (It’s almost no problem if they just yearned for it wistfully, and sighed… Continue reading Native tongues
It’s funny how “specialists” get paid a ton of money to disseminate a lot of information amongst the general public; most of it being patently false, if not just incorrect. Case in point, I was reading an article yesterday that was entitled “The top 10 reasons men don’t commit.” Yes, it was in one of… Continue reading Conjectured Tethers
I’m writing this to let the world know I am alive. I know you all care very much. Yes I’m occupied, but not so occupied that it’s preventing me from writing here; so here’s the deal. I don’t know whether women are trained by watching too much porn or whatever, but my new nearest neighbour… Continue reading Oooh oohh oh!
This is another query to the women in the audience. Are you capable of discerning between the following two statements? “I find her attractive.” and “I am attracted to her.”
This style of post is an interesting first for me. Actually, it’s more of a first than it is interesting, but I’ll let you be the judge of that. If you don’t already know, many of my posts first spawn on scrap bits of paper, fester there for a while and only occasionally do they… Continue reading On classifying people – I/II
This was supposed to be a post on sexual tension and an inability to masturbate, but I can’t get myself to divulge it. When I first started this journal a long time ago, the basic premise of the exercise was that I keep a log of the events in my life; an “actuality log,” of… Continue reading The evolution of actuality dot log
For the stalkers in the audience, I’m now in a college town in Colorado. The primary purpose of this trip is toward this conference or something, but you’d never know given how unprepared I am. The hotel is cheesy—with its crap “decor,” the weird smells in my room (ugh) and all its gaudy colours—and it… Continue reading Position tracker
Looking around, you can’t help but notice the first sightings of the much-missed hemline. And with rising hemlines, you can’t help but acknowledge the onset of spring. As much fun as winter clothes are—leaving so much to the imagination—this is a very welcome change; one that makes you thank the stars you were born a… Continue reading The joys of spring – I/II
The number of unanswered e-mails in my in-boxes has been steadily growing for quite a while now. At first, I chalked it down to my general unmotivated state—yes, the one that has plagued me for months now—but upon casual inspection of the pile, I reached a startling realisation: Over 90% of this unanswered e-mail was… Continue reading Subliminal classification
Site note: I hope that you’re adequately satisfied by the new underage-deterrent link on top and the related modification to the site usage policy. Proceeding further implies that you’ve read, understood and agree to its terms. One of the many things that men aren’t really open to talking about, is why they want to break… Continue reading Uncherishables
Alice is one fat fuck. You know the kinds; the morbidly chubby chick who’s unfortunately too “comfortable with her own body”? No matter how much people tend to avoid her, she’s always there. At every event, at every party; wanting to be the centre of attention, right in the centre of every activity—and the centre… Continue reading On Jack’s ruined karma
With those objective differences out of the way, now onto the more touchy-feely issues I had. Some trivial, some not, and in no particular order. (None of which are disputable; I’m not a reasonable person.) After I’d initially ordered the MBP, I spent hours of my days looking at things like this, this and this… Continue reading Why T60p over MBP?