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Why is it so hard to find a shorter smaller white guy that wants a bj?

The temperature, according to my phone, is 108 degrees Fahrenheit.

Grindr never stops amusing me.

Mors certa; vita incerta..

It’s a trait I came by naturally and is the No. 1 top bestest source of self-amusement that I have at my disposal.

Whatcha up to?

No good deed goes unpunished.

A central and unified method of keeping up with my ToDo and tasks is sorely needed in my life.

Technique is nothing more than failed style. ~ Cecil B Demented

From: Notebook, the Nth of His Line.

Don’t go to bed with no price on your head.

I’m doing my best to center and concentrate my activity online to produce a working web site and collection of “things.”

To enable Custom CSS Skinning of the UI: In the URL bar, type about:config and press enter.

I am super lazy, didn’t even want to switch to my browser from the terminal.

Morbid shifting of my ideal relationship.

Given my proclivity for reaching an insane and arbitrary level of “not taking it anymore” and walking out the door on a whim..

On Grindr and came across the profile of a strikingly handsome Latino.

info Menu: Individual Utilities: false: [coreutils] false invocation: Do nothing, unsuccessfully.

The numerous decisions that led to my Spotify app thinking it was a great idea to allow its cache to grow to 8.6Gb since installation.

Starting an online petition trying to ensure that Lady GaGa is never allowed to “act” in any movie until the end of time.

The Weeknd telling his girl-friend that she deserves a BF who would die for her.

I ran across an unexpected data-treasure-hoard this morning, a righteous gift of forgotten wonder and whimsy.

Simple game to play when you’re high as hell.

my spun-ass has cleared the threshold of whatever sordid dwelling we were currently occupying

Ebbing back and forth for hours.

A magpie’s consumption and collection of said sayings and things left in the public record.

to try and wrap my head around a meta thriving in an evolving game system.. to grind stupid little resources to unlock virtual collectables that do nothing more than amuse.

Either way, I’m glad you’re on our planet

This is the main and only way I know how to interface with another gay man and be … social with him.

The backslash inside double quotes is historically weird, and serves to quote only the following characters:

My widget is lying.

I’m tired of the game and its ruleset.

Bad habit of being irritated by other’s actions and trying to fix their actions to make myself happy.

Poor Julius Caesar.

So, I was going to play the Little Lost White Boy card and hope for the best, but I didn’t have to..

Just two hot-mess tweakers using the public transportation system to make a visit to the ER.

Ever since Fiona passed on a couple years ago, and the Huies gave up on me, I have been lacking in contact with a feline.

I’m a submissive kinky as fuck switch.

The golden shining higher being of this one is easily rendered foggy and out-of-focus these days when the last full night of sleep is a barely half-assed guesstimate for remembrance.

the ethos and vibe I got from it was that the developer wants it to be used to tell personal stories through interactive “gameplay.” sounds right up my alley.

So, I feel like my grasp of scripting and pipelines is decent enough to cobble together a functioning bash script using programs and sources at my disposal that should take care of what I want to do.

My boyfriend at the time was like me, a tweaker conspiracy nut, and had a serious “privacy in the digital age” fascination bordering on obsession.

my hard limits seem to not be as hard as they once were. and i cannot with any certainty say what is my rock bottom or a general boundary to myself at this current time.

This is my story.

I’m sweating like a whore in church.

Time slowly marches onward and I feel the slow passing of the seconds like knife cuts across my skin.

i come across a new sparkly piece of the puzzle of unidentified wide beyond every day. it also takes over. most of my time alone is spent gazing into the screen.

The ethereal plan’e border between itself and my world is quickly erroding.

I could go on and on.