Mundo.

I ruv Karen.

I am bi-polar.

I don't know anything.

I'm excited for Pablo.

I went too hard on the weights to try and prove that I'm not a weak little bitch.

I wanted to show that I am strong and capable.

Now I'm laid out because I went to hard.

Anyway. Here I am.

Today I was blasted out. I must regain momentum.

Karen is on the pill and we're gonna bone without a condom. How exciting!

The secret is to feel good. The secret ( Read more... )

I gave Josh all of his shit back. I've gotta say. It feels FUCKING GREAT!

I was kind of unaware of the weight that all that crap was holding over me. The constant nagging of when he might call and say that he needs another "favor" done for him or whatever the fuck. I absolutely hate that SHIT!

I am free. I am moving forward. I am the next Jerry ( Read more... )

Today I sent Josh a 2 hour text message which effectively released myself from his grasps.

I am free.

Comedy is becoming a thing.

People are encouraging me.

Mom's car broke down and we had to put a new battery in it. It was okay.

I was hectic and didn't want to work anyway.

I need to stop drinking coffee, workout more, and up my caloric intake ( Read more... )

Today I got my life going again.

I worked out. I went to TJ's.

Karen took me to see Gary Clark Jr.

That's was pretty cool. But you know what was super amazing? When she gave me a hand job on the way home! That was Fan-fuckin'-tastic.

Her birth control is kicking in full force now so that means we are going to fuck heartily this weekend without a ( Read more... )

High vibrational energy has arrived.

The new Jamie is here. I tell a lot of people "NO" and do it unabashedly.

My masculine core is here.

I am focused. I am disciplined. Life tries to pull me off track, but I stay focused.

I weigh 160 LBS. Pure muscle. My girlfriend is smoking hot.

I am a fucking hilarious comedian. People love my shit.

I arise ( Read more... )

There's only one thing that's wrong. What's wrong is that I have failed to live up to my own expectations of myself. I have allowed myself to get knocked off the horse of my own life's direction and purpose. I have allowed my masculine core to be compromised by bending to the will of other people's lesser desires for what I will do with my time, ( Read more... )

We've been cruising along. It seems to be working. The sex is good. She is hot. I am kind of a silly lost guy, but she tolerates me and loves me. She's not pressuring me into anything. We're both on our paths.

I feel like a better man around her.

The other day my sleep got fucked up by all the rockstars that I drank. It's okay. I know again what ( Read more... )

I was too smooth. I made myself out to be too good. She built up an idea in her mind that I was "Mr. Soooo Sweet!" and then at the first sign of me doing something differently now "She doesn't know what to think"

I overlooked her mental health. She had depression written all over her. She is too old and damaged. Too many different guys in the past ( Read more... )

She lied to me about living with her parents.

She lied to me about being on Prozac.

What else is she lying about?

I need to be with someone who supports my goals who I can be 100% real with.

If I am dating someone I need to be able to laugh my tits off and have fun.

No drugs and complete honesty are required.