#90 of 100... Ohhh that's how it works!!!...
Man did I deal with every fuckin emotion in the book yesterday. Was crushed and thought I had been abandoned once again. Overreacting to the absence of someone I’ve grown to love tremendously.
Then turned to someone who threw out a poorly timed joke and that ended up putting undue strain on a growin and promising friendship. So much so that I could barely look her in the eyes when I saw her. Thought she was not who I thought she was and that added to some already fucked up emotions.
I almost overreacted… well I guess I did overreact but I had thoughts of endin the journal and cutting most of my online ties again. But there were those around that came to make me smile seein I was down… those that disappointed me as well with comments or lack thereof but being the listener I am you really learn who things swing both ways with at times like that.
I don’t know I was just very emotional about it all yesterday. It may have been that new invention of a male time of the month that I’ve been working on. I figure women get one week for them to be overly emotional then men should get one too right?
So I’m in the testing phase of my emotional week. So yea I cried (twice) yesterday… I bitched… I loved… I despised… I smiled… I laughed… I lusted… I forgave. I feel much fuckin better about everything right now. I could have gone into such detail about everything that’s gone on the last 36 hours or so. It would have been very emotional and honest about everyone and everything but it’s been kinda busy today and I wanted to get you #90… cause we all know that’s why most of you are fuckin here anyway…
So here ya go…
#90 of 100 Vivica Fox
I can say without question that pictures do NOT do this woman justice. I actually sat next to her at a recent Knicks games for all of about a quarter and a half until they showed her on the big screen and people started swarming around us. Well her… don’t think they were there for me although I think one guy did touch my ass.
The good thing about yesterday that actually got my mind off all this fuckin blah blah shit was I got “the call”. Yes my friends teams are beginning to call… rosters are beginning to form and Chewy (my softball alter ego) is in high demand once again. I actually got my first call about 2 weeks ago and have gotten 4 others before last night tryin to recruit me but why leave a team that wins championships and has fun doin it?
So last night I got the call from the guys I’ve been playin with for since I moved here to PA. Makin sure I was in and askin me to pick up a few guys. So I was callin guys and guys was callin me and we were talkin softball and shit. Man softball season right around the fuckin corner and I can’t wait.
For those of you that don’t know I’m a softball fanatic and I include my game results and everything in entries throughout the season. I’m known around the league as one of the better players but guys want me because of that and the fact that I just play… no trash talking (unless I really get motivated by some prick)… keeping everybody’s heads up when they’re down and mostly quite.
But on the inside and here in my journal… I’m cocky. Why? Because I’m just that good. I’m one of the better more liked players around the league. I can walk up to any team in the county and know just about everybody and just about any team would take me. I’m fast, I can hit, I can throw and I come with no bullshit.
More then anything though softball is my release and maybe that’s why I’m so good. I carry myself with a smile always but things eat at me… things hurt me… things anger me and I’m not really the talk to somebody about it type… so I take it out on that fuckin little white ball and it feels incredible. I’ve got a winters worth built up and I started my workouts 3 weeks early. That little ball is gonna pay big time this year.
A little secret to my success… I learned a while ago that I’m a show off at sports when there’s girls around and that when I’m showing off or in a pressure situation I always seem to play my best. So I will always search out a girl in the crowd or imagine someone I would love to show off for and play for them. Or sometimes I’ll imagine the game is on the line. Works to my advantage because when it comes to real pressure situations I’ve already been there. So I come through more times then not as evidenced by my two playoff MVP awards in the last two years.
Ok enough for now… gotta go… see ya…
This entries Fuck Count = 7
Then turned to someone who threw out a poorly timed joke and that ended up putting undue strain on a growin and promising friendship. So much so that I could barely look her in the eyes when I saw her. Thought she was not who I thought she was and that added to some already fucked up emotions.
I almost overreacted… well I guess I did overreact but I had thoughts of endin the journal and cutting most of my online ties again. But there were those around that came to make me smile seein I was down… those that disappointed me as well with comments or lack thereof but being the listener I am you really learn who things swing both ways with at times like that.
I don’t know I was just very emotional about it all yesterday. It may have been that new invention of a male time of the month that I’ve been working on. I figure women get one week for them to be overly emotional then men should get one too right?
So I’m in the testing phase of my emotional week. So yea I cried (twice) yesterday… I bitched… I loved… I despised… I smiled… I laughed… I lusted… I forgave. I feel much fuckin better about everything right now. I could have gone into such detail about everything that’s gone on the last 36 hours or so. It would have been very emotional and honest about everyone and everything but it’s been kinda busy today and I wanted to get you #90… cause we all know that’s why most of you are fuckin here anyway…
So here ya go…
#90 of 100 Vivica Fox
I can say without question that pictures do NOT do this woman justice. I actually sat next to her at a recent Knicks games for all of about a quarter and a half until they showed her on the big screen and people started swarming around us. Well her… don’t think they were there for me although I think one guy did touch my ass.
The good thing about yesterday that actually got my mind off all this fuckin blah blah shit was I got “the call”. Yes my friends teams are beginning to call… rosters are beginning to form and Chewy (my softball alter ego) is in high demand once again. I actually got my first call about 2 weeks ago and have gotten 4 others before last night tryin to recruit me but why leave a team that wins championships and has fun doin it?
So last night I got the call from the guys I’ve been playin with for since I moved here to PA. Makin sure I was in and askin me to pick up a few guys. So I was callin guys and guys was callin me and we were talkin softball and shit. Man softball season right around the fuckin corner and I can’t wait.
For those of you that don’t know I’m a softball fanatic and I include my game results and everything in entries throughout the season. I’m known around the league as one of the better players but guys want me because of that and the fact that I just play… no trash talking (unless I really get motivated by some prick)… keeping everybody’s heads up when they’re down and mostly quite.
But on the inside and here in my journal… I’m cocky. Why? Because I’m just that good. I’m one of the better more liked players around the league. I can walk up to any team in the county and know just about everybody and just about any team would take me. I’m fast, I can hit, I can throw and I come with no bullshit.
More then anything though softball is my release and maybe that’s why I’m so good. I carry myself with a smile always but things eat at me… things hurt me… things anger me and I’m not really the talk to somebody about it type… so I take it out on that fuckin little white ball and it feels incredible. I’ve got a winters worth built up and I started my workouts 3 weeks early. That little ball is gonna pay big time this year.
A little secret to my success… I learned a while ago that I’m a show off at sports when there’s girls around and that when I’m showing off or in a pressure situation I always seem to play my best. So I will always search out a girl in the crowd or imagine someone I would love to show off for and play for them. Or sometimes I’ll imagine the game is on the line. Works to my advantage because when it comes to real pressure situations I’ve already been there. So I come through more times then not as evidenced by my two playoff MVP awards in the last two years.
Ok enough for now… gotta go… see ya…
This entries Fuck Count = 7