As I recently settled on what my real passion in life is (cooking), I've started thinking. Thinking with me, see, its a dangerous thing, full of twists and turns and gunshots and naked boys. But I've finally decided :) Its going to be hard, but more than anything, I want my own restaurant.


Yeah, I know, Kinda aggressive for someone who hasn't even GOTTEN INTO culinary school yet >.>; But Its like... there's this part of me, inside, that just knows this can work, and will work... I just have to do it :)

Stolen from  darenus


WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF
- I died:
- I kissed you:
- I lived next door to you:
- You found out I was married:
- I stole something:
- I was hospitalized:
- I refused to leave my home:
- I got into a fight while you were there:

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY
- Personality:
- Eyes:
- Hair:
- Family:

WOULD YOU
- Help me hide a body?
- Keep a secret if I told you one?
- Hold my hand?
- Take a bullet for me?
- Try to solve my problems?
- Love me?

HAVE YOU EVER
- Lied to make me feel better?
- Wanted to kiss me?
- Wanted to kill me?
- Broke my heart?
- Kept something important from me?
- Thought I was unbearably annoying?

AND MORE!
- Who are you?
- Are we friends?
- When and how did we meet?
- Describe me in three words:
- What was your first impression?
- Do you still think that way about me now?
- What reminds you of me?
- If you could give me anything, what would it be?
- How well do you know me?
- When's the last time you saw me?
- Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
- Are you gonna re-post this to see what I say about you?

No, I did not just lose The Game. This is about an entirely different Game. Its the Game of people, of life, and of interactions.


I've been thinking about it a lot recently, and My friend Amanda and I discuss it frequently. You see, The Game is quite simple. The ability to slide your way into someone's life and gain more power over it that they hardly realize you have. That, is The Game.


Everyone plays The Game in school; The machinations of cliques are the basis of it. Its how our world works back then. There are those who excel at The Game, and those who are taken out of it at the beginning. Now, what are the consequences of 'losing' The Game in school?


Your world is turned upside down. You lose friends. But its nothing, really. Like being hit by a spitball, The Game is inconsequential.


The Trouble comes in when those of us who are good, who made it through school by virtues of The Game... When we reach Adulthood, Losing can be much more hurtful. Losing can throw your life off balance; Losing Friends, Jobs, homes. Like many things when you grow older, The Game leaves a deeper mark.


I played The Game. I played it longer than I'd care to remember, and I was always good. And then I hit a point, when I realized; The Game sucks. There is no winning. In cases where two "Players" meet (Which happens often, We are drawn together) one can out play the other, but its an endless cycle.


Its like some kind of modern Highlander. The Game brings us together and throws us into conflict; Where one emerges 'Triumphant', and the other is left behind. What happens when there is but one Player left?


I don't know, but whatever 'prize' there is to play, I don't want it. I gave up The Game, and as such, I think I might have actually been a Winner. It feels nice, to stop treating life like its high school....

Yup. The be 2-1. I Are 21 :3 I's happy

Yup, I'm starting A series. =3 Testing my limits on kinks and stretching my horizons (And tailholes while I'm at it! Bwahahaha).


If you're interested, I am very happy to accept characters. I can't do them all with the same characters, it doesn't fit the idea =3 I suppose I'll be calling these... "Auditions" XD Send me a note with some info, ref pics, and kinks you enjoy or wouldn't mind being involved with. I can't guarantee you'll get a spot through an audition.

There are some ways to 'cement' your chances at being used, but Those will be discussed later =3

I don't know, today's been a weird day. I'm trying to branch out; Make friend and stuff.


But it seems to just bite me in the backend; All these things are said that I've said about people, And I didn't say them. I feel like I'm walking into high school; and everybody's whispering behind my back.


I'll probably delete this in the morning, when I feel better... but I don't know, I feel... conspired against. I guess its time to start logging all my convos, so I can atleast prove to myself. :3

So I was bored and feeling random, And I sent this message to a friend.



I'll ________ Your _______ Till you __________.


And its just amazing what you hear back

1. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with?
Yes

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
Afternoon

3. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
Right, facing my left.

4. Pork, beef, or chicken?
Beef

5. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke?
A Few times

6. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?
Nope

7. Shower or bath?
Shower

8. Do you pee in the shower?
Ewwww... no

9. Mexican or Chinese?
Mexican

10. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?
Varies depending on the day; typically a little passive

11. Do you love someone on your friend list?
Yes

12. Do you know "all" the people on your friends list?
No

13. Love or money?
Love

14. Credit cards or cash?
Cash

15. Has there ever been anyone in your family you wish wasn't?
Yes, I call them... My family xD

16. Would you rather go camping or to a 5 star hotel?
Hotel. Camping has all those outsidey things

17. What is the weirdest place you have had sex?
Um... No where? Not exciting :(

18. Would you shave your entire body (including your head) for money?
No thanks. <3 hair

19. Have you ever been to a strip club?
Nope, Want to

20. Ever been to a bar?
Yar!

21. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?
Nope, not really

22. Ever been so drunk you had to be carried out of somewhere?
Not a drinker :(

23. Kissed someone of the same sex?
Yes!

24. Favorite drink?
Dinnermint.

25. Had sex in a movie theater?
Nope, just some fondling

26. Had sex in a bathroom?
Nope

27. Have you ever had sex at work?
Naw. Sounds fun

28. Have you ever been in an "adult" store?
Frequently

29. Bought something from an adult store?
xD Frequently

30. Have you been caught having sex?
Almost

31. Does anyone have naughty pics of you?
Yes, I call that person... Photobucket.

32. Who do you think has the guts to repost this?
I Dunno. Tami damn well better.

I figure its time to post something new. I'm surviving, etc. etc. Thanks to those who listened/helped out last time. Well. Thanks to the one person who did xD I think you're the only one who reads my Journals often. :D


Anyways, I've realized its time to face the only reason I haven't tried any art in like... Ever. I had some nerve damage from chemo, so that made it difficult to make finer movements, like those required to draw. :P But I'm not ready to start on paper, I get frustrated when I see those mistakes that just don't come all the way clean.


So the point of this? I'm on a quest. xD I need help deciding on a Tablet. I won't get it until about tax time probably, but I want to find a basic tablet for drawing; It doesn't need to be anything fancy; It just has to work lol

I need to ask some friends for some favors... My Sister's boyfriend was arrested tonight for unpaid childsupport, the only car my family has (Me, My sister, and Five children) was in his name and, as a result, was impounded. Two grand to get it back, if we can even attempt that.


So here I am, Acting like a fucking ass... I need to ask anyone who reads these for a favor. I have a paypal, I need to try and get something. Enough money for a Bus pass so my sister can even get to work, or enough money to get a little junky car, I Need something, and I need some help.


Cuss me out, laugh at me, call me a bum, I don't care. I hate asking for hand outs, but I'm getting ready to trade in my own TV And computer for this, I need some help.

So at about 1 PM this afternoon, My grandfather, Donald Davenport, Passed on. I wasn't there. I hadn't seen him for weeks, and even when he saw me, He didn't know who I was. Not just the Forgetting someone for a minute, No matter how much they reminded him, He just... Didn't know me. I was in his mind at all, one of the first things to go.

He'd been on Oxygen Tanks for years now, slowly deteriorating and wasting away, and about nine months ago, he was put in a home because his mind was wasting away too, Seemed minor at first, but yesterday when my mother visited him, He was gone. His eyes unknowing, he didn't know anything, anyone. My sister managed to make it into town to see him one last time, even if he didn't see her. It wasn't violent, it wasn't painful. By the time his body gave out, it was just a shell.


It was almost robotic; No memories, no personality, just... blinking. And, like a machine, he just... ceased to function...


But for some reason, I don't think I feel... Sad enough. I feel bad because I don't feel bad enough, you know? He's my grandfather, shouldn't I be crying now?