I am a little late with updating about ho's party. Maybe I am still trying to recover. I haven't had a drink since then. But thats going to change tonight. anywho I had the best time there I've had since camping. Everyone were in good spirits and everything. We came up with really kooky ways to entertain ourselves. I don't think we still got the plural for octopus, but we did figure out that the plural for black man is gang. CLever huh? You see thats what enibriated minds think of. MIX cd was awsome. and now back to real life. love all

I am a proud African American male. I love being a guy because boy's seem to have more boundries than females. And I love to hurtle those boundries. And the hurtle I seem to take on the most is the "straight boy" hurtle. You see I run this track and field kind of life. I am always on the go. I think it was matthew s. who put it "well you're a traveling man tk." And yes I am. These hurtles that I leap come with all kinds of baggage. I mean girlfriends, Fiance's even WIFES! But they look so good and when I see theam looking at me, looking at them from a distance and then its "on your mark, get set, GO!" and then I'm off. And I'm thinkin I'ma comin to getcha. My first hurtle on this run is a nice one. He's giving me the flirty eye's and the pretty teeth. We playin pool and he can't stop looking at me. "what whose on the phone? you FIANCE!?" and he's leaped. My next one starts by buying me drinks,now he's rubbing up on me and feeding me tons of compliments and he's dancing with me "your so beautiful" he say's. "i live with my wife!" he adds. He's leaped. The next one's a real looker. He even had an accent. But theres something else in the running for this hurtle. But I make it there first and it's the same old bullshit just with a texan slur. I like it. This one wants me and the other runner. A little too much for me to handle right now. LEAPED! Sorry boys this track star is a on a mission for the prize at the finish line. If I run this relay again, we will meet again. Untill then. BITE MY DUST!

i don't want to make a big deal of this, but i must say how i feel. I'm obsessed with the way you wear your hair, and the way you prance in those heels.
But for some reason when wer'e together all we do is fight. I try to stay strong and stay away. But I can't because of what you are wearing tonight.
With those form fitting shirts, and thos fancy pants. And the way you look at me when wer'e holding hands.
You say we can't be together becaye the tension is too tight. But if you didn't want me to fall again, you shouldn't have wore that tonight.
We dance to a beat of a different drum, and I try to do wahts best. But if you didn't want this to go beyound tonight. Then you should have worn a different dress.

Everyone see's people they think are attractive. Theres a lot of people out there and one is sure to catc your eye. So what the hell, go talk to them; see what they're all about. If they don't seen interested ,don't give up soeasy they could be playing hard to get. BUT if they ignore you, or tell you straight up "no". Back the fuck off! There is nothing more annoying than someone who dosen't get the hint when you are obviously shunning them off. We know your desperate and HANDa isn't working as well anymore. But thats your problem. I will tell you the difference between determination and stalking.
If you ask someone for there phone number and they tell you no. So you give them your number just incase they have a change of heart. That's determinantion.
If you see a hot piece of ass walking down the street, you follow them and then beep at them but they are ignoring you to the point where they reach their destinantion and you sit outside beeping your horn for 15 damn minuets. Yeah thats stalking.
A hot young thing catches your eye at the bar and you want to get to "know" them but you see the vibes aren't mutual. So oyu decide to buy them a drink to see where it goes. Thats determinantion.
And lastly you follow your dream hottie down the street and trying to get their attention but you know they have better things to do than stop and talk to some asshole beeping and hollering from their car; and then you go to the extreme and show up at their job for another shot because their subtle rejection just wasn't enough. Congradulations, you are a class A stalker. Now this is not a stab at the lonely hearts of the world, because I am one of them. But I know my boundries, and you should too. It's common sense.

ALL OF MY JOURNAL ENTRIES ARE BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS. NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED, BUT THESE THINGS HAPPEN, AND IT HAS - TO ME.

Now I consider mself a talkative person. Maybe even too talkative. I love to talk, thats the way I am, I have a lot to say. But thers a time to talk and there comes a time to shut the fuck up. For example where people should shut up is during sex, Too many times have I been in bed with someone doing my thang and they want to carry on conversation as if wer'e having coffee. I don't want to talk about your job, how your day went of your GIRLFRIEND(you'll be suprised). It's like oh I'm sorry ami I boring you? If s I will take it out and walk away. All I want to talk about is what position is next, and where can I cum. Now don't get me wrong I'm not what I like to call a necrofucker. I do my fare share of moaning and shaking my ass. But I beg you PLEASE, lets both get off and then if we have the energy ( because you might not fuckin wit me) we can talk about how bad traffic was this mourning. thank oyu