Popular belief leads me to believe that I only write slash post anything in times of gloom and or times of difficulty. Seeing that I have not posted anything for a while shows that I have been stuck somewhere in the middle. Apparently the fall chill has brought with it a breeze of change. Woosh. Commence blog. With a flooded basement and an ( Read more... )

Writing for the sake of writing? Beers and more, we hang tough and get boobs shaken in our faces. It makes sense on some level yet we still go to these places where such debauchery happens. When will we learn that such things are not fulfilling on any level. We love, we get annoyed, we leave, and in the morning we endure a routine that only ( Read more... )

I planted an empty bottle, a true labor of loneness and repose next to a tree with hopes of a plentiful harvest. My mind in a state of satisfied retrospective narcissism, I find my feet and continued on down the path. The sound of ice falling from the sky scored a melody harmonizing with the smoke of my cigarette, a peaceful blanket placed upon ( Read more... )

Like a lamb to the slaughter, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. He was the cigarette and when everything was over and done with he had been thrown to the sidewalk. With the slight lipstick of a kiss, he was disregarded and snubbed into a mound of sand. Yet he is nowhere closer to being home. Further away but better off with moments of ( Read more... )

When my brothers were too young to be wise ( Read more... )

And it was there at Pappy’s diner off I-5 in Portland, OR that my life changed forever. I had just come back from touring with the circus in Uzbekistan and Kenny and me were in town for the Rose Parade. The night before, Kenny and I had gotten drunk off of Dirty Martinis and Olde English 40's. Kenny, being a dinosaur and a drunk one at that had ( Read more... )

It is five thirty and i crack a beer and smoke a cigarette. Why? Five-somes are a bit more complicated that first thought. Sorry Sean. Sleeping alone now is emminent. You happy? Love and shit...mostly love...and mostly shit.

Cheers,
Jordan.

Subject: "Sitting on the TV in my front yard smoking a cigarette I realize that the night had gone in quite a different direction than I had foreseen. I had thrown a piece of pizza on top of their cupboards in payment for the utter absurdity that had passed for conversation while wingin' for a pal and I marveled at how much better I had had it ( Read more... )

Here is an experiment that I’ve been wanting to conduct. Take one mildly-socially inept lad (me), and add one bottle of wine then send the subject to a bar, alone. This is key to the experiment. There will be no control for this experiment.

Red wine and totinos’ pizza absolutely is a catalyst for productivity…or at least for the creation and motivation to actually upkeep and update this whole livejournal life. So indeed I have decided to include myself in another world of e-stalking and internet-instigated drama. Therefore, I invite all ye to laugh at my drunken ramblings (for that ( Read more... )