Man parks his moped a couple doors down…
Comes up to door…
“Just to tell you sir…
there’s no parking on this side of the street.
They’ll ticket and tow you.”
*In a very thick French accent*
“Even a Vespa?”
In the back of my head…
“ESPECIALLY a Vespa.”
Puleeeez.
–Mike P. via Sidekick 3
“How do you get your nipples so huge?”
That’s all… move along.
–Mike P. via Sidekick 3
Okay…
Look…
I know the previous post may not support this claim…
But…
To set the record straight…
I’m happy damn it.
I’ve had 2 other people who read my blog…
Come up to me saying…
“You seem so sad.”
“Awwww… come here.”
Or…
They give me this look on their face…
As if to console me…
With eyes that mirror those kitties on posters…
Urging me to “Hang In There!”
I’m in a very good place in my life…
Really…
I have a good roof over my head…
Clothes on my back…
Food on the table…
Great friends…
A relatively healthy sex life…
And a job with great people I work with and work for.
I understand…
That many people who read this blog…
Generally see me at work…
Well…
When I’m at work…
I have to keep up a game face…
I’d love to hang out…
And joke around…
But I have to keep things in check.
It’s what’s paying for this sidekick I’m writing on…
And a lot of other things that make me happy.
So please don’t misread my demeanor…
I’ves got shit to do… lol.
Also.. I use this blog to share things…
Like off beat things I find…
Things that amuse me…
Interests…
But I also use it to vent…
When time calls for it…
So don’t focus on the venting…
I’m just blowing off steam.
So again…
I’m happy for pete’s sake.
Now… leave me alone. Lol.
–Mike P. via Sidekick 3
Why do things that I have to do…
Never seem to intersect with things I want to do?
Running parallel and never intersecting…
A job to do…
Interfering with what I feel.
Man I hated doing that….
*edit*
“Shit Happens.”
Ambiguous on purpose.
–Mike P. via Sidekick 3
Well…
I’m here.
What?
Don’t look at me like that.
I know I’ve been neglecting you.
I’m sorry, I am.
I’ve just been… busy.
I know.
You’re important to me.
Yes, we’ve been through a lot.
Seeing each other for over 2 years.
I know… I know.
No I have not been writing other blogs.
How dare you of accusing me of something like that.
I would never cheat on you like that.
I work… a lot…
And the “me” time has been very important to me.
No I didn’t mean it like that.
No stop crying.
Awww.
I hate when I see you cry.
Look.
Let me make it up to you.
I promise to have some “us” time soon.
One night next week.
It’ll be just us.
We can snuggle up by the keyboard together…
Turn on some Maxwell…
I’ll update my photo…
And I’ll post in you.
You know you like it when I post in you.
Yeah… There ya go…
There’s that smile I remember.
Come here.
Awww.
Yeah…
It feels good to hold you too.
I missed that…
You smell great.
What is that?
Paco Rabanne?
