K's Random Thought Of the Day #11

I want to produce - and possibly star in -  a cooking show called Stud Kitchen* where culinary arts-inclined bruhs will show other studs and dudes alike how to cook "man food" for themselves and cook meals that will impress the ladies (while wearing wifebeaters and basketball shorts if Pookie has her way. :-/ ).

*Don't be tryna steal my ideas, either. *brandishes hot skillet**

K's Random Thought of the Day #10

K's Random Thought Of The Day #9

Pedifile: the pumice stick for children?

Jig!

Summer is for jigging. And cementing that new love you found in the spring. What better way to combine the two than getting your body roll on for (and./or with) the woman you love?  For all my dancing bruhs, drag kings, stud strippers, hip rollers, and those fellas who wanna be any of the former, I present a list of  music to move to that's sure to please the ladies and keep your stud card in tact.  Hopefully, some of these choices are new to y'all, or at least not overdone. I've marked the ones I'd peel my v-neck off to. You know, 'cause I'm helpful and shit. :-)

K's Random Thought of the Day #8

The next time somebody asks me why I'm gay, I'm going to tell them I was bitten by a rabid drag queen as a child.

K's Random Thought of the Day #7.1

You know it was good if I involuntarily call you a bitch.

K's Random Thought of the Day #7

Damn, I needed that. Now I need a nap.

K's Random Thought of the Day #6

If I don't post a random thought of the day, does that mean I didn't think that day?

K's Random Thought of the Day #5

The bad thing about kicking it with a nurse is that she's usually not around to take care of me when I need it. *sneezes* *wraps comforter tighter around self* *sips Tylenol from the bottle*

K's Random Thought of the Day #4.1

If you can't love her in public, how much do you really love her?

K's Random Thought of the Day #4

It took a lot longer for Chris Brown nude pics to come out than I thought it would. But if he has a girlfriend now, who else was he sending dick pics to, unless the gf was the one who leaked them?

K's Random Thought of the Day #3

You know it's a good workout when you have to shit afterwards.

K's Random Thought of the Day #2

I always end up getting what I deserve, whether positive or negative.

K's Random Thought of the Day #1

"I won't put my mouth on or my strap in every girl, but I'll dry hump the shit out of them."

Dreams of F*cking a RnB Chick

Okay. Post #15 of this 30-Day Shindig (we're halfway there, y'all. OMG!) is: My Dreams. I actually started this post on MLK Day, which is about as appropriate as an American's post about dreams can be. I originally intended this to be about my goals and aspirations and all that other folksy bullshit, but I couldn't even get past the first sentence of this things going that route. So let's talk about the other kind of dream - the kind that project from my subconscious and my senses when I go to sleep. This is sure to get pretty interesting. Let's delve deeper into the disturbed recesses of my mind, shall we:

Lately, I'm been dreaming about Stem. Back when I was drooling over her and would've been glad to have her star in my wet dreams, nothing, but now that I don't see her, don't talk to her, don't text her, and rarely even give her a passing thought, she's popped up twice. Kissing, cuddling, nuzzling, generally canoodling, and, once, even walking down the hallway with me pressed up against her ass (and what a wonderful ass it is. I should think about it more often.).

Whether we're being highly inappropriate, yet giggling (chuckling in my case, of course) our asses off and snuggling our way through the school or driving across town and snuggling our way through the streets and avenues, the outcome is always the same: We have the greatest time together, but in the end, we never get past that certain level. When it comes to the time in the dream where cliche dictates that she spill her feelings all over me and declare her undying love.....nothing. For some reason or another, she won't let herself have me.

What does it all mean? Well.....Probably exactly what it was. I've never had a dream about somebody I know that didn't literally (I mean, down to the dialogue) or figuratively happen. I don't know if that makes me some kind of psychic or just sensitive to that kind of energy or whatever, but it's true. And it's weird. And it's confirming what I already suspected - Stem wants me, but she's terrified of having me. And that changes nothing unless I want to invest time into convincing her not to be afraid to be with me and be out about it, which I don't.

I've moved on.

So if it's not my thinking about her that's causing the dreams, it (maybe) means she must be thinking about me. Well, I'm flattered, really, but it's too little, too late. A woman's gotta do a whole lot more than think about me if she wants to be with, even in my dreams.

Fuck You, Cupid.

Love, like, lust, sparks, butterflies, connections, all of that shit. I was gonna say it sucks, but when it's right, it doesn't, so I'll refrain (for now, anyway). I'll also take it as yet another sign that what I'm feeling isn't right and I should just say fuck it, but, damn if I don't feel what I feel, regardless. I'm not even really sure how I got to this point; I just wish like hell that I wasn't here. At the same time, I don't wanna lose my spot, whatever that may be.  Maybe I'm deluding myself by assuming I even have one, being arrogant by assuming I'm number two.

Sunday Swag, Part 2

So, for some reason or another, Post #14 of my 30 Day blog challenge brings us back to a subject we've visited before: What I'm Wearing.

I'm not going to take up too much of your time here, seeing as how there's nothing terribly exciting or lengthy to say.

I've got on a black Hanes wifebeater, white Puma ankle socks, and - coincidence of coincidences - the same blue and black striped Sean Jean trunks from the last "What I'm Wearing" post. Don't look at me like that. I assure you that that was many weeks and many washes ago. *sniff*

Anywho, for you (pervy) fems that wanted a different angle last time, maybe this'll work for you. Don't ask why I took the picture in the first place. It's my free time, and I'll do what I want to. *double sniff*

*Slinks Back Onto Your RSS Feed Reader*

Hey. *'shamed wave*

You don't even have to say anything. I know I'm wrong. I'm such a dead beat blogger, but work and holiday shit have been calling. But we're back with Post Lucky #13 in my 30 Month Day Challenge: My Week.

Ready? Okay! *toe touch*

Sunday: Instead of enjoying the last day of my holiday break by watching bowl games, swigging the rest of my New Year's champagne, and playing with my pubic hair, as I had planned, I had to get my hustle on and do some of the work that I had largely neglected during my vacation. Key words here: my. vacation. Plus, I'm a proscratinator. I just couldn't bring myself to crack open a binder until the last minute. As a matter of fact, I should be doing some work right now, but I feel the same way about my weekends that I do about my vacations.

Monday - Wednesday: Back to the plantation. It wasn't a horrible work week. There was (and is) an assload of work for me and Apples, but nothing we can't handle IF PEOPLE WOULD STOP TRYING OUR PATIENCE AND CREATING PROBLEMS WHERE THERE DON'T HAVE TO BE ANY! *clears throat* *straightens silk Italian tie*

Thursday - Friday: Thursday night / Friday morning was a good and interesting time for me. I told Jane Doe how I felt about her. *blush* Let me tell you, it never gets easier, but I'm glad I did it. I've been working my way up to it for a lil minute now and trying to convince myself that I wouldn't be a complete idiot in doing so. We still have a lot to talk about, and I don't know what, if anything, is going to happen, but my tiny little cold, black heart grew three sizes that day. *lol* That's probably all I'm going to say about that.

If you're wondering what that means for Pokey and me, well......(unfortunately), it doesn't really change anything. With all this work we've both been doing, though, we haven't even seen each other in a minute, so *shrug*.

Other than that, Apples and I spent most of the workday walking paperwork through different departments. Fun times. The chicken teriyaki I had for lunch Friday was good, though. Having a cute cashier with a cute baby (both of them came over to our booths to play with us for a little while :) ) didn't hurt.

Saturday: I did nothing. But roomie's got a new man with a horrible haircut. I'm hoping it's service-issue 'cause there's no excuse, otherwise. But on that note, I'm glad I can add army wives to my list of potential sugar mamas. Mmmm mmmm, military benefits and discounts.

Sunday: I'm supposed to be working and/or running errands, but I'm not. Whatever my roommate is cooking does not smell appetizing, though, so maybe I should get up and out before the aroma over takes me. :-/