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I guess I haven't really followed through in keeping this updated, but lack of follow through seems to be the story of my life. So what's up with Rusty?
Another visit from Regina's tempermental aunt occured this month. She hadn't really gotten her hopes up so high this time, so she just shrugged it off. I was considerably more disappointed than she seemed to be, but I would never let her know that. Her birthday is in August, and I was hoping we'd be able to use it as an excuse to get our parents together to break the news. Oh well. I guess that means more sex for me. No worries, though. I remain convinced that my seed is pure.
I have somehow been roped into coaching rec league football again. Just when I think I'm out... Anyway, I grumble about it a lot, but the truth is I really do have a good time. Society frowns on taking out your frustation by physically accosting innocent bystanders, so making 13 year old boys beat the shit out of each other seems to be a pretty decent alternative.
I would like to say the Johnny Cash's "I Walk The Line" is possibly the most romantic song ever. "I must admit that I'm a fool for you. Because you're mine, I walk the line."
No flowery pussy language. No mincing around. How do you know I love you? Because I'm here. That's all that needs to be said.
Coming this week-an update of the Chronicles of Robbie.
Now I'll submit this, read over it, and find a pantload of grammatical errors that I can't do shit about because I don't know how to edit (or code in boldface, italics, or hyperlinks for that matter).
Another visit from Regina's tempermental aunt occured this month. She hadn't really gotten her hopes up so high this time, so she just shrugged it off. I was considerably more disappointed than she seemed to be, but I would never let her know that. Her birthday is in August, and I was hoping we'd be able to use it as an excuse to get our parents together to break the news. Oh well. I guess that means more sex for me. No worries, though. I remain convinced that my seed is pure.
I have somehow been roped into coaching rec league football again. Just when I think I'm out... Anyway, I grumble about it a lot, but the truth is I really do have a good time. Society frowns on taking out your frustation by physically accosting innocent bystanders, so making 13 year old boys beat the shit out of each other seems to be a pretty decent alternative.
I would like to say the Johnny Cash's "I Walk The Line" is possibly the most romantic song ever. "I must admit that I'm a fool for you. Because you're mine, I walk the line."
No flowery pussy language. No mincing around. How do you know I love you? Because I'm here. That's all that needs to be said.
Coming this week-an update of the Chronicles of Robbie.
Now I'll submit this, read over it, and find a pantload of grammatical errors that I can't do shit about because I don't know how to edit (or code in boldface, italics, or hyperlinks for that matter).