2007 Year In Review

"Live without rules and love without fear."

-Across the Universe

So, how would you sum up your year? Anything worth noting? When I look back at 2007, I see a bit of excess for myself that's only started to simmer down a bit. I'm not going to hide the fact that I find myself with 7 gorgeous leather jackets, 239 pairs of nice socks, more DVDs than a person should own, and far too many comic books/graphic novels for my shelves. All I can say is that Sara sums it up best:

"Inside, you are a girl."

It's true in some ways. I'm no longer ashamed to admit that under Sara's tutelage, I have far better taste in style. It took a while. Gone are the days of being 'thugged out' where each day started out with baggy pants and large t-shirts. Hello shirts that show some of these muscles Sara has been insisting I no longer feel so modest about. Remember, I just recently discovered the power of jogging topless. A big white guy with a small dog can make a porch-ful of black people take notice that things are going wrong in their neighborhood.

Whatever. The whole point is that not only am I confident in my sexuality while walking around with a small dog but that I love to wear/match different things. It's nice when friends tell me that I finally got it right.

So, the things that I'm reminded or movies first?

My Top 6 flicks of 2007:

6). Perfume. It's simple, really. I'm easily crazed over scent. Here is a book and movie that tries its best to capture what I love about women. Be it, their skin, slight sweat, or pussy, there is beauty. I've mentioned a countless number of times how I love the sweet smell of vagina. What would you do if you were told that there could be a bottled up scent that would make you forget all your troubles just to inhale it? What if it took the deaths of the most beautiful women in order for it to be made? That's a slight summed up version of Perfume. You won't forget about the large orgy at the end, when the man about to be hung for his crimes, unleashes it. To me, it's sex at its purest.

5). Casino Royale. Bond, James Bond. They got it right! It was a pleasant shock to pop in a Bond DVD and find a whole 2 hours where things just absorb you more than expected. He's muscular but not overly so. He's tough but still vulnerable. Casino Royale was so good I watched it twice in less than 3 hours apart.

4). Bourne Ultimatum. Oh, what a joy to see this series continuing on its reckless non-stop train all over the world. We've been kept in the dark about Jason's real name (David Webb) and who trained him to kill without thinking. By the time we do get to the place of origin where it all started, I felt a bit of relief because there was so many countries this character had to go through just to avenge his girlfriend's death and recover his past. Yes, you can hurt someone with a newspaper. Books, too.

3). Ratatouille. Fuck Disney. Pixar has been a very reliable choice for movies that really matter when it comes to furry talking rodents or toys. Here we get a rat that has dreams too big for his kind, to make food taste extraordinary. Why? Because anyone can cook. There isn't the usual crap found in Disney where everything is perfect. Rats get shot at and various scenarios aren't just to make you laugh. You feel for this little rat with a talent doing his best to help a sap with no skills. Loved the scene where all the rats pitch in to help after getting washed.

2). Super Bad. Oh, gawd. I laughed. I nearly cried. You may have seen all the various teen sex comedies and wondered how they can come up with anything original for the now. Well, enter McLovin as he tries to buy booze with a fake I.D.. One name is all you need only the police decide to take for a ride with them since you're kinda cool for that. Meanwhile, across town, 2 nerds are trying to get laid. One comes close when a girl's period ends up on his pants leg while dirty dancing on him. Another ends up in bed with one that throws up after too much at a party. Still, McLovin rules the night by shooting at targets with idiotic cops that need to get a new cruiser for the second time. Nerds that are turned down for dates stand up and cheer even if reality of being turned down again hits home.

1). Halloween. I'm a horror fan. This was a no-brainer. Rob Zombie took a classic and retooled it quite nice. We now know why Michael killed his family at the age of 10. While it wasn't as scary as the original, there were a few very tense moments as Michael hunted his sister down. You get in his way, you will be destroyed no matter how gorgeous your tits and groomed bush are. Loved how Rob even kept the original theme music since I will never forget the beginning of the original and its pumpkin. Can't figure out why people complained about this retooled effort. Rob didn't make a complete remake but something different. Michael is not so unstoppable but he sure as hell could still be the boogeyman.

Horrible: I Am Legend. So bad that I had an inner fit of how much they made this a Hollywood movie where things are so perfect and easy. The book had an interesting hook to it, a man living alone, trying not to go crazy with no one around, and dealing with a bat-shit undead guy calling him out each night.

Television shows are pretty simple to discuss. I'm certainly going to miss Veronica Mars and The Sopranos even while Dexter, The Tudors, and Battlestar Galactica have me hook'd like a meth addict on the farm. Dexter has this odd quiet anti-hero that kills the bad guys thanks to an odd childhood. If you love sex, kings, and maidens, you'll love The Tudors and its not quite accurate but fun portrayal of Henry the VIII. Please tell me you are not hooked on Deal Or No Deal, a sign that this world is ruined by insisting for things that do not make them think. Am I the only one that loved reading about Kid Nation because the little bastards had to work? I'm a sucker for a 10-year-old that has to pull a heavy wagon instead of seeing him/her whine about needing an X-Box game.

Events of 2007 (in no special order):

14). When I lost Sara's car keys at that restaurant only to find them down my pants an hour or so later. How embarrassing to have her dad call the tow truck. Pulls up and right then and there I find the keys.

13). How can I forget the time where Sara told me that she doesn't deserve a guy like me? I'm not perfect but I can see where she's getting at. I'm easy to know, very friendly, and into everything. It seems like every girl I meet makes it known at some point that they'd like a guy not shy about curling up into a big couch to watch Project Runway instead of running away. I think it was my ex, Jen, that got me wondering this because, 5 minutes after meeting her, she told me how impressed she was with my quiet sense of easing her. With Sara, it's like the relationship that started on February 21st has slight bumps but keeps chugging along at an easy pace. With her, I get a sense of ease and enjoy seeing her paint that slight darkness I enjoy. There are two specific paintings of hers that I absolutely find divine.

12). Walks with 5-Pound Phooey. Met a lot of people and watched as many smiled when the two of us pounded the pavement. There is something odd about a small dog leading a large white boy. Chased some cats, squirrels, and pissed off a lot of poodles. The best part was when 5-Pound Phooey discovered that she can open a bank's sliding doors on her own. Had moments where she wanted to experience this new power over and over. Job well done? You bet, by the number of leaves I have to pull off 5-Pound Phooey's butt each Fall.

11). Definitely unforgettable would be bringing Sara home to meet my parents. It's kind of scary when making that first impression, right? This whole event was talked about in the local famous diner because both of us wanted something to do as a couple on our vacation time. Chicago would be too cold. Time was running out. The nervousness shown by Sara had me laughing since she knows I am my mum's favorite. Just why has her boy decided to spend weekends in Indiana? Everything went fine, seeing as my parents would like to see her again. A part of me realizes that my mum wishes for more girls to be around because this whole place is pretty much just boys being idiots.

10). Ellie-Mae's death. I'm not sure if I came home from Bald-O's or Sara's at this time. My mom greeted me and suddenly blurted out, "Ellie-Mae died" and started crying. For long time readers, they know she was the Yorkshire Terrier that was our snowplow for the others. When a snowday happened, she'd insist the others back up so she can make a path. I miss her a lot. When food was out, little squeaks would make you know she was on the warpath for food.

9). The move to Blogger. It was inevitable that I come here. I couldn't stand the old place due to the slowness and the feeling that I'm no longer a part of the others' need to whine about how awful life is. I met a lot of people and lost a lot of people. Most I no longer deal with anymore for some strange reason, seeing as the fat ones have a problem with me and my mouth. Some came with me, Summer, Zu, and Sammy. I do like it and find it highly amusing how fast I've become a fave for various people.

8). The snowstorm. We received 17 inches while Sara's town got 19. Remember that entry? I sure as hell do because I sent Sara a Valentine's Day card since I couldn't get out of my fucking driveway. It took 2 days for us to get our driveway clear. I'd shovel and then need some rest. I do remember 1 long nap and being outside in the dark for more clearing. The mailbox was covered so I hope that gives you an idea as to how high things were. While many hated all this snow, I found it nice and relaxing even if I couldn't go to Indiana. You'd see me standing there looking around at how quiet it was. No cars. Just a boy and his shovel. When I did get to Sara's I saw how much worse it was there than here. Parking was nearly impossible since the only places were where a car was previously. Otherwise, it's a mountain of snow.

7). My job. Yes, I got a J-O-B. That is very unusual to those that have read me for a long time. I'm a spoiled bastard and all that but I did look for various things I could do. It was an accident that I ended up working for this company I cannot name due to its need at finding out all about people. While I don't love it, I do like it. My boss is quite nice. The day's events wear me the fuck out so I sleep much better at night. There is that feeling of accomplishment and the people that let you know you are great. I miss one day due to a snowstorm and my boss makes it known that I'm back!?! I've put on 16 pounds of more muscle thanks to doing what many cannot do. Let's not forget about the deaf guy. My sign language skills, being rusty, have been put back to use. Remember, I am now a ninja so I will be looked to as the first line of defense if security is needed. Said ninja will be seen running away or can be reminiscing on the docks over a beautiful night's sky.

6). Sammy. A fellow blogger looked over all the attacks Sammy leveled at me. I received a very long email wondering why I took all that, being put down to make Sammy feel better. It hurt but it only reinforced what I was guessing all along. While it is nice for friends to be honest with you, it's not so when they spit in your eye like that. 5 years. Geez, no emails from her for so long and I even took the time to write a long entry telling how interesting she was followed by birthday gifts. While others congratulated me on finding a job and even asking about it, Sammy continued to only send insults or ignore my own questions to her. While I admit that I can be negative towards the world, why hers was directed at me got to be annoying. Waste of time. Nothing to tell me I'm anything special back or worth knowing. End of list.

5). Sara's epilepsy. Boy, that really changed things. She had 2 seizures all of a sudden and freaked me the hell out. I got my ass to Indiana to find out just what was going on. It's not fun when your significant other has something like this, marks to show she rode in an ambulance and a very noticeable tiredness along with the expense of medication. The only positive thing to happen is that I've been forced to do all the driving. In that town, it takes a long time to know the area. Trust me. This will come in handy one day. On a side note, I learn of a slight bi-polarism so that would explain the need to suddenly take the piss.

4). The pumpkin. Our gardener, one of the coolest guys ever! It was pretty damn surreal to look out my window at a pumpkin weighing so much. We're talking well over 700 pounds. I still remember the Japanese tourists walking in the park as I tried to explain to them that they should take pictures of 'Godzilla balls.' No English makes a conversation much more interesting. White guy must do his best impression of giant balls using his arms while small dog gets even more confused. 5-Pound Phooey really likes him and insists on stopping by his house on our walks so that she can get a good head scratching.

3). Mom's breast cancer scare. That, along with Sara's epilepsy, made this quite a year for scariness. Of course, everything is alright now but I will not forget her trips to a place for radiation. Mum was tired a lot. That's why we didn't have the gigantic garage sale we've been hoping for. Yeah, I remember when I was sitting at the dinner table with my mum after all that and saying, "So, your tits are alright?" She starts laughing quite hard. Nothing like a completely shocking comment to lighten things up after receiving cancer results because the possible death of a mother only shows us how vulnerable things can get.

2). The candy shop on a sudden road trip. This one had 3 things go on. For me, it was 2 since that third one has more to deal with Sara. Let's just say that June 12th will forever be in her memory. For me, it was staring up at a giant tube of chocolate coming down in a unique candy place that, from the outside, looked like a castle. Sara loved how the girls working there wouldn't leave me alone. Flirting just keeps happening to me. The other thing was that I learned how to appreciate rough sex. Sometimes, a guy just has to hold down a girl and fuck her. Nothing nice and easy. He's gotta slam his cock in her and smack that ass as he pumps continuously. Not a drop of cum is spilled because that later event is to show virility.

1). Of course, the event that I will never ever forget is getting caught by Sara's dad where his daughter was busy giving me a blowjob. I never thought I'd ever go through an event like this, something a lot of teens seem to amuse themselves with. I mean, here I was sitting on a nice leather couch while Sara is slobbing up my knob and the door suddenly opens for a large man's bulging eyes. No words were said. Sara and I were just lucky that her mom came in seconds later as I now have a pillow on my crotch. The dinner conversation that evening was not happening. Parents should always tell their kids when they are due home and stick with it. It is amazing how a hard cock can deflate so fast.

I always like to find an excuse to share my favorite poem:

"There's a place I travel when I want to roam,
and nobody knows it but me.
The roads don't go there,
and the sign stay home.
and nobody knows it but me.
It's far, far away, and way, way afar.
It's over the moon and the sea
and wherever you're going,
that's where you are
and nobody knows it but me."

By Patrick O' Leary's "Nobody Knows It But Me"

Of course, lots of other things happened. I'll never forget the night we went out to get the new Harry Potter book and made the apartment so quiet. Everyone was busy reading and reading and reading. There was no sex. There was no discussion because others weren't at the same spot in the book. I got a drawer and soon to add a dresser. It feels weird but nice how Sara and I are slowly allowing ourselves to be closer. Even her roommate commented on how we have been cliquish no matter how many times Sara and I argue in the car about my driving skills. Road rage is something that can be given to another person. You'll hear a lot of "It's green, bitch!" and "Goddamn, you fuck!" in a car that I'm driving. I might add more to this later. Happy twats all around.