well, i got my bass and amp on the 28th, and i must say. not the least bit disappointed. very awesome. i’ve been learning bass lines and licks here and there for the past day and probably for the rest of my summer-life at home… i was thinking of getting my bass in pure white, contrary to my previous notion of something along the lines of “sexy-bad-ass’d-navy-blue-bass” but, turns out they didn’t carry any white ones. so, luckily, i settled on my original choice of blue, marked “Metallic Blue”. turns out to be more of a deep, deep blue that even looks purplish in the right lighting… awesome. i’ve been wrecking all the pads of my sinister hand; they have been decidedly removed by abrasion. fun fun fun.
isn’t it funny how we humans can invest multi-million - possibly billion - dollar budgets into comparatively trivial projects such as searching for extra-terrestrial lifeforms or inventing new and fabulous ways at self-annihilation as a species, when that same money could be used to end world hunger or other fanciful ideas that select indiiduals have so romanticized about. we are a funny bunch.
so i was IM-ing the other day, right? and i come upon this “so-and-so has added you to his/her contact list” message. turns out someone i don’t know, at all, has added me to their list… first thought, “what the hell?” as in “how did they get my email?”. second, i think, “maybe it’s not what it seems… who’d want to stalk me of all people anyway?” as in “i wonder if maybe i know them, but i just forgot…” so we start talking. now, some of you more worrisome of character out there may have just clucked your tongue or shaken your heads at my seemingly stupid choice. well, i was quite careful at first, as one should be when approaching strangers, especially true concerning identities on the internet. well we got talking and she tells me that she’s a Christian girl about the same age as me who hails from italia. apparently she studies in Canada… we talked for a long time. i think if she is who she says she is (and i really hope that that is the case) then i’ve just made a very, very profitable, chance encounter, if you get my drift *nudges reader*. anyway, i don’t know about this… i’m trying to play detective and so i have been trying to find even the slightest clues about the authenticity of her remarks about herself and her background. so far everything checks out pretty well… i sense death by bias… all i can say for now is that the girl in her display picture was quite the looker.
like many young males (i do not know about the females) i know of, i have decided to working extra hard at avoiding becoming a fat, lazy couch-potato this summer. as a result, i’ve decided to start running laps around the neighbourhood in my immediate vicinity. fun. very fun. in fact, i think i’ll take herm’s advice and do the whole of sandhurst circle and not just a quarter of it. 3..2..1..GO!
Dead leaves and the dirty ground When I know you’re not around Shiny tops and soda pops When I hear your lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailbox Will tell ya that I’m coming home And I think I’m gonna stick around For a while so you’re not alone
If you can hear a piano fall You can hear me coming down the hall If I can just hear your pretty voice I don’t think I need to see at all
Soft hair and a velvet tongue I wanna give ya what you give to me And every breath that is in your lungs Is a tiny little gift to me
I didn’t feel so bad ’til the sun went down Then I come home No one to wrap my arms around Wrap my arms around
Well any man with a microphone Can tell you what he loves the most And you know why you love at all If you’re thinking of the holy ghost - The White Stripes, Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground
our eyes met. she strolled leisurely to my side, grazing my leg. her slender body, slightly reposed to one side. she looked at me with large, orb-like eyes that yearned for my touch. trying to resist proved too much for my frail willpower; thus i stretched out my hand, fingers quivering with anticipation. there we paused in a moment of utter limbo, my outstretched hand about to touch her curvaceous body… it was a moment of pure love when i first laid my fingers on her skin. she felt warm and vulnerable under my touch. she could resist it no longer and she signaled for me to proceed with the unspoken language of her body. i placed my hand, cupped, behind her head and stroked slowly yet deliberately. i moved my hand down towards the small of her back, while my other stroked at her soft cheek. this time, i knew where to go. i knew just what she wanted, having performed this task for her so many times before. i understood her wants and desires. my fingers, moving on what seemed to be instinct, drew slowly to her “special spot” which i had discovered to be most potent some time ago. she was, naturally, unshaven and my fingers began to go through their well practiced routine, stroking, probing and pleasing her. almost immediately she was racked with wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure. she collapsed onto her side as i worked my magic. seemingly oblivious to her reaction, i kept a steady, almost relentless pace as she made noises of comfort and enjoyment. and just like that it was over; my cat loved every bit of her scratch.
