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Thread: Personal Journal

He and I sat down today and had a nice chat over his relationship and truck and all that jazz. I truly hate giving advice. I am more inline with the idea of see a problem, fix the problem rather than talk about it. Dating advice to me is a mine field and I am a blind man. Think it is because of those few lasses I speak to online and off. What he does not seem to grasp is I am in a friendship with them, not a relationship. Sure the ones that I speak to face to face are overtly friendly towards me, but mostly that is because I am harmless to them. Made it abundantly clear to them that I have no interest in pursuing relations so they feel it more than safe to change clothes in front of me, or even flirt their cute little behinds off towards me. Not all that hard to understand I would think. I explained to him that if he wants to get a better 'breed' of company, he would nee change his ways and living style. No one really wants a mamas boy for example. Him jumping every time she calls will at best annoy and worse cause a jealous wedge to form. Trying to explain general concepts to him is a it of a workout. Then trying to show what is fact vs oppinion is harder still. Easy example is my thoughts on woman who say they do not want nice things from their fella. Bull. It might not be the ONLY thing they want but sure as hellfire is hot, they will enjoy the fact that their man is thinking of them. Said he needs some nice clothes that he chooses for himself, not something his mother thinks is nice. She has a damn beehive hairdo for crimineys sakes! We really do need a nicer place too. A one bedroom trailer in which I have to hop out of my chair and wander about on my hands does not conduce that home feeling. Course some would still look down on a trailer regardless. i understand the thought process but to them I would say nice like to 'Bite my hairy white ass'. Yes I can afford better. So could he if he would save a bit rather than spend as fast as he gets it. Not a woman one I know of wants someone broke ALL the time. Trust me when I say to date him is to be bummed off of by him. Also the fact that he is working most every time a woman calls him, even if he is not does not inspire trust in the female species. Specially when his lies are repeated and transparent. If nothing else some would probally think he sees them as stupid for thinking they would fall for it. And then there is the truck. Looks ratty and runs like a bell with no clapper inside it. Hard to get a date if you can't get to the date. Blah, Blah, and so on, and so forth. We all have issues. Some I can help him with, some I can not. Will deal with all that more here when I return. Got a job today to do. Vicki wants me to do a bit of photog for her today. Nothing all that hard. With my height as it is outside the chair I can take pictures of her wee ones from their perspective. Wants them for Mama's Day. I can rush them through fairly quickly and have them ready by tomorrow eve. Willing to pay well for my efforts. Sure hope the weather holds. Ciao.
Thread: Personal Journal

Damn. So busy yesterday I had no time to write in here. Work had to get done, had a ton of people stopping by, and then come evening I decided to work with that rp partner I mentioned before. Definitely a change in pace. Not to mention it was a freaking scorcher. 90 degrees seems like something a body can manage, but with the humidity of the South, it can make you melt in your own sweat. Not sure which elements to mention and which to avoid. That wild little lass whom seems to be fixated on me is still just that, though at least it is from the UK as of present. Something about her fathers will, her mother just having skin cancer surgery, some other stuff. Just a normal day right? Bigfoot had a guest or two. One being his pill popping whorebag. She decided to show when he was not here so I had the pleasure of dealing with her. Come to find out he promised to sell her some of his nerve pills. Guess he was hoping that with that extra cash he could get himself a rock. Wasn't gonna happen. Bad enough he let her stop by for a damned drug deal when he wasn't here to conduct it himself. I have no intentions of helping with that... And then Cathy herself. When I told her she was out of luck she asked if I had any pills. I said yup. She asked if I wanted to sale them. I said nope. Then she asked a strange question. If I ever got lonely here all alone. I said not really. Laughs She then proceeded to run her nails up my chest as I looked at her as if she were an alien. Told me if I just gave her a couple of my pills she could make me feel better. Told her that if she were concerned about my happiness I would love it if she took three steps back.. She smelt like month old fish! Needless to say she left in a huff for some reason and no, I have no real intentions of telling Bigfoot about her little shinnies. Just another excuse on his part to want to do drugs. As it is each day he repeats a gajillion times. See its been insert number here days since I last used. I am happy for him. I am. I just dont want to hear it constantly. If he wants to repeat something it should be the debt numbers he has garnered due to his habit.. And how to get out of the pickle he is in. Which is why I went ahead and called the local church he is a sometimes They said they might help him with the electricity bill since I pretty much put my non existant foot down about the money coming from me personally. Let him sweat and work out the details, I just intend to sweat period! P Now onto that roleplay. The lass I am working with on it is a bit of a short answer sort. AND she wants romance.. Now tell me, do I seem like the short answerromance sort? But its good really. It challenges me to do the polar reverse of my usual showings. Not that I am exceling in it.. But it's fun. Plus she is in school, so with the amount of time it takes her to send me a reply? I can watch shows on the net with no interuptions. Though the roomie tthinks I am chatting it up with some fem fetale. Speaking of, she just sent me a response, so I will be back in a bit to add in any closing thoughts for the day.
Thread: Personal Journal

Okay now I am half amused and half insulted. Actualy its more a 3070 mix in favor of insulted at the moment. That weird little UK chickie mailed me tonight and asked me to join Gmail so we could do the chat messenger thing. I was a touch down so I didn't mind that one bit. Least at first. Through our Emails I athered many a fact of her supposed life. Some things made sense, some.. Not so much. For example, she was supposed to live in Char. Only about ohh say 30 minutes to 45 from my current location. But when asked directly which part of the city she lived in? She would not answer. That's okay. Means she was just being careful. Uh huh. Then there was her jobs. A bank worker of any sort needs to be able to speak, read, and write the main dialect of those she services. This gal types, speaks, understands certain words, but the syntacs is all flubbergasted. Also along the lines of part of city she lives in she also doesn't want to give me her number. Okies dokies, let's write that off to caution as well. But back to our conversation in messages. She is in the UK visiting a mother with skin cancer. from there she is supposed to go see someone in West Africa about her fathers assets she is getting or something along those lines. Coolio. Then out of the blue she tells me she needs 300-400 dollars for some hotel thing?! I think I had a mini stroke when I read that. But I had to play along to a degree because this amused the hell out of me. So I made a joke so I thought that I did not think Western Union had a stand over in her area. Not a minute went by before she gave me details of one. All the info I would need to send money, etc. Man this chick was ready for me to hand over dough and I mean now! She repeatedly asked if I was going to send her money.. Hells Bells I could hire a hooker for less than that! This lil birdie lives in Nigeria I think. Least that is where she asked to send money to. Ya know those feed the hungry commercials with those poor skinny kids with flies buzzing about their heads? Rather send to them than her. So now I am off to see if my partner responded yet. I do enjoy our little game and it gets my mind off this goofy crap.
Thread: Personal Journal

Today thus far has been okay in some ways in others? Blargh. My rp partner is taking her exams today. I am mentally wishing her luck. Been wondering why her replies are so time eratic at times. Explains alot. Then again though I know little abot her, it goes the same both ways. In fact I gave her my real first name just today. See? I have changed over the years. Now I do not even ask names or anything about them short of what they look for in a story. Another thing is seeing and revisiting some of my old sites I haunted. Some of the folks I remember wer still about and it seems they remembered me as well. One so well she remembered an exotic pet I used to have and how we flirted with the idea of ever meeting should she visit the US again. It was a lark mind you. She was hot even back then, and I was one of the few that knew it. Yup, she was that private! Better still I was looking back on this site at some old names and found that one person whom I chatted with OOC regularly has had some very positive changes in her life. Biggest perk i heard all year in that area. Feels gratifying if someone I know has a positive experience. I share their joys even if they have no idea that I do. But thats enough for the moment. I much rather bask in this good than focus on the bad. Plenty of time for that in the future.
Thread: Personal Journal

Now that I have relaxed a bit more I guess I could write a bit more. Started thinkng way too much so just might keep me from thinking. Sounds stranger than it is. For example. Listening to music. Tis a great way of escape normally right? What if it's a song that reminds you of some moment in time that made you want to just break down? That's right. Most anyone who ever reads this can associate with that sort of ache. If not then they don't know music or still suckling on their mamas teat. I had one of those moments today. Did my best not to dwell on it. Rather be happier for others than drag myself down by replaying stuff like that. Truth is I am scared. Not something I like to confess. Went to the pain clinic this morn and had to go see the specialist at my other docs office. Pain clinic upped my doses of pain meds and Lyrica. That's par for the course. But at the other docs office. Wll lets just say the prognosis isn't great. Skins fine, but the bone, its wearing down at the boundaries and edges. Means more cutting is more than possible. If that happens it means no more romping about in my chair. I'd be bed bound. They wanted t chat about options. All I heard was static. They don't quite take me seriously when I made it clear that I would rather be dead than that happen. I lived more a life than many had the chance and if I would be trapped in a body that could not get about? There is no other option I care to contemplate. Bah. Rather not type either. Gonna focus instead on seeing some good in today. Many happy folks out there. Sure there has got to be some good news somewhere.
Thread: Personal Journal

Today was as off as could be for me. Depression type thing kicked in for awhile. Sometimes it feels like a real struggle to get past. Used to resort to rage to do the trick. Could say for the longest time that was all I had. More than once I got my hairy ass dumped for just that reason. Not that I would take it out directly at those I dated, but oh when they did see it they took off for the hills. See I hid behind my brains to mask that part of myself. Inside I would seeth, but the madder I became the more I spoke with serious verbage and refused to show any emotion. One gal I dated cheated on me JUST to get some sort of emotion like anger out of me. It was for her a big gamble. I was close to 2 feet taller and a hellova big fella. Didn't fear the cops nor any courts either. For being smart I was pretty damn dumb. But I would not direct it at her or anything. Instead I found out where she went and turned his fridge over atop of him. Then of course let his head get aquainted with my foot. Now I don't have the feet in order to do something that rediculous. Nessie knew that but found out first hand that I still had a bit of anger left to spare. Only once did I really let her have it with what was stored p in my head. Not only did I call her a whore and such, but could site with clarity all the guys she had told me of being with and made her shrink like a flower in the withering sun at what I said. It was also the one time I dumped her unlike the 20 times she did so with me. Took her three weeks to get back on my good side, and still I made her pay with a bit of dignity in the process. I think that is one reason I am opposed to dating now. She hurt me at last and there was no closure on my end. I miss her more than I can say. And that is despite her behavior and actions at the end. Me in a relationship at this time would be a disaster. I would judge the woman by standards of bad relationships, looking for flaws and possibly exploiting them. Tis also why I do not go into chat rooms. Many here I know or knew. My mind retains all the facts that they told me. If I got angry I culd hurt them just as easily as if I punched them in the gut or worse. Hell, I even hold back on other sites that were made to be negative or nasty to one another. I have only befriended three people and of those three I know only what needs to be known. I want the best for them and I know the worst in me would be a far cry from fair. I am happy for my rp partner here. But I need not know more about her than what is warranted. Knowing about her nerves and exams is a far cry from knowing details that someone that trusts you might expose. I honestly don't want to know more. It is like having a gun in your home. If it isn't loaded it is no more dangerous than a frying pan. That is good enough for me. Now I am off to watch some illegal movies and such. I might try to be a good guy most of the time but there are some things I will do that is considered wrong. Tis why I on't want to judge folks now. The reverse of that is looking at myself. Not a good idea! G'Night!
Thread: Personal Journal

It is hot as can be today! Can't strip down any further than I hve and still I thnk I have soaked through to another layer of skin here. yrica doesn't help this I know. If anything it makes it worse with swelling and the like. Good thing Bigfoot isnt here. He would be insisting on leaving the door open to cool things off, and I sure don'twant to deal with more bugs. Not that will stop him when at last he does get back, but hey. Least I have a lil mre time where I can yawn without tasing some sort of critter. My rp partner didn't post at all yesterday. Got a letter from her saying she would be swamped till at least tomorrow. I don't mind. She is alright and that's all that matters. Gives me time today to watch a few movies. Really haven't gotten much a chance to just do that and relax these past weeks, except for at night. Now though is the perfect time. That is once I leet this box cool down a little. So I will just write more in a bit.
Thread: Personal Journal

Been scratching my head most all day on what to put here or not put here. Like I said last night I did the FB thingy. Most of it was centered about the ex in what I spoke on, but not all of it. Joined some groups with people like myself. Come to find out one guy lives in my area. In fact just a couple of streets around me. You'd think I might notice someone else with no legs, only he has legs after a fashion. Metal ones. He runs a support group on the other side of town. Which is weird cause my suppport group has only me as the legless wonder. We discussed quite a bit last night. Some important to me some just plain out weird. For example, there are actual fetishists that enjoy folks with stubs. Even have porn sites dedicated to them. Considering my past I should not be all that surprised. But I was last night! We talked about a string of murders that centered on legless or armless people. Guess in larger cities it would be a bit less shocking but to my own thoughts? Would I want to risk my health over a lass who was more interested in the wrappings and not the person? I was a horn dog when I had legs and felt I needed someone when I was first alone. Now? I miss the ladies I was with, sometimes to the point of actual physical pain.. But to be with them? Not so much. I have a list of names longer than most on whom I dated. Cristal Nessie, Sheila, Alica, etc. And those were just in the past what? 2 years max? I date again, it's gonna be it or I refuse to admit it was a date! P My rp partner messaged me last night with her post added in there. She was living life again. Swear that gal has had more fun in the last week than I have in months and months! Totally jealous and wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, I am not the best company as seen by my posts from earlier in the week. Not so great physically today either. Messed up my right hand and wrist getting about last eve. Made a flying leap out of my chair to save me some hand walking time and landed all wrong. I mean it hurt to the point that each finger was burning, throbbing and tingling seperately. Can't imagine this old fuddy would be all that pleasant to be around in those circumstances! Speaking of, be back in a bit to finish this off. I needs me some ice for the tendons of that wrist. It still wants to bite like a tiger!
Thread: Personal Journal

Oy vey what a day. Got done with my workout early today so thought I would relax a bit. Then remembered the mood that overtook me last eve. Between my aches and pains I was pretty angry at the world at large. Seems karma rose up and bit me one good one because when I awoke, the computer was acting like a spastic colon! Did a bit of tinkering with its guts though and now it seems fine. Had me worried for a few. Trying to evolve what basic knowledge I had from back in the day to these newer systems was daunting to say in the least. So now I should focus a bit more on what to do today. My partner did not pm last eve and has been busier than usual which leaves me all this free time. Like I ranted last eve, there was and really is no viable partners that I am finding through the request threads. My memory still serves me well enough to know that many of the better partners from my past were ones I thought would be less than ideal initially. One of my favorites from those days wouldn't just post, she posted novels and it flowed so well that I at times felt a bit overwhelmed. Best part was the planning to begin with and through the play. We had room for surprises towards one another and each others characters as well. Heck, when we weren't playing we were chatting. Sometimes on the net and sometimes on the phone. She had dozens of fellows trying to get into her cyber panties as well as in the real world and we would discuss just how funny some were. Had one so determined to basically cyber her that she rebuffed he decided she had to be a male! She sent him a lil audio clip of what she sounded like and sent me a copy as well. In it she spoke softly and with as much sexiness to her voice it made my bones quiver. Then as she finished speaking she then yelled into it something akin to 'And now you know I am a female, know also you will never, EVER have me!' Oh that was so much fun. Wish I had a chance to keep in touch with her. She only had one phobia. Elevators. And of course each day when she got off work she would call me and want me to distract her while she rode that one in her work place. I told her to take the stairs, but it being five floors she would refuse with adamantine will. So I would persuade her to pay the utmost attention to me. Which was something unique because our conversations would all but turn into a game of verbal sex. With that we later recorded a verbal session between us and split the makings two ways when we sold it to a company that sold peoples sexual encounters. Alas though losing her was yet another thing I regret with the loss of my legs. Though I do hope wherever she is, that she is happy and her needs are met. Though I also hope she gets stuck in an elevator with me one day..lol Now though it's time for me to do a bit of cooking. Making a bit of chicken parm today and have to let the egg wash settle after stirring in the dry ingredients. Seems that's the best way to really draw out the flavors of spices. Hope the rest of my day is as easy as the first.
Thread: A wedding encounter (with celebstars)

Andrew James Langford was born in East Hampton, New York on July 4, 1987. His parents were wealthy Manhattan socialites who had come to the Hamptons like most did for summer vacation. The excitement of the annual Langford Fourth of July party had sent his mother Irene into labor, where four hours later he'd been born. From that moment he'd lived a life of privilege. He'd been sent to the finest prep schools, then finally to Oxford when he was 18. A family connection and good grades had landed him a job working in London as an international patent lawyer. From his corner office at Jamison, Birch and Patterson , Andrew had always gotten everything he wanted. Whether that was a limited edition Ferrari, or a leggy supermodel who was in town promoting a product his firm did the work on Andrew always got the girl. He'd managed to woo and wow anyone he met with his charm and utter confidence. Nothing seemed to be out of his reach. It might also have to do with his physical characteristics. Andrew stood just a hair over six feet. His average build bespoke his desk job, but he had been in pub soccer leagues while at Oxford, so he did keep in shape. His dirty blond hair was always well kept and maintained. He looked good in khakis, but better in a tux. His skin was lighly tanned from his summer in Majorca. The bright green of his eyes often drew women and clients in like how a brightly colored snake entrances its prey. Today he'd already seen his target. She was in the audience. Andrew was at the alter. His best friend Duncan, who had been his roommate at Oxford, was getting married. Andrew was proud to be the best man, but didn't quite see the point in marriage. Why tie yourself down, at least until you've found the perfect women in the sack. That was his opinion at least. Which is why he was scanning over the audience for the conquest of the day. His eyes drifted to a dark haired beauty, with a round stomach in front of her. Andrew practically licked his lips at the idea. He adored pregnant women, there was just something about them. He bedded his fair share of them, and the advantage was that their was no risk of pregnancy. He would never be sued for child support. They were almost the perfect conquests. When the ceremony finished, and the reception had begun much later, Andrew made his move. Walking over to where she was seated, he carried a glass of sparkling water for her, and a double of whiskey for himself. Handing her the glass of water, he begin to make his approach. Hello there. I'm Andrew, the best man. And who may you be, and however do I make your acquaintance? He queried with a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye.