Meat.......Meatball

"It's beginning to feel like Obama time!"

-Me

Are you as disgusted as I? I mean, we're used to celebrities putting out sex tapes. Paris, Pam with Tommy, and even New York did one. Now, it's Gene Simmons of KISS that makes me wonder how anyone would want to see one of the ugliest guys ever created fucking to music sung by Steve Perry. I liked Journey but to have sex during?

So, you're probably wondering how my Valentine's Day went. Might as well get that out of the way. It all started with me arriving at Sara's to a very surprised girlfriend. Thanks to nights spent working on The Vagina Monologues, she forgot that I was coming so early. I was wondering why it was well-after work and no Sara. It was annoying to wonder during such an empty stomach.

Sara walks in after her workout. Whoo! Ah do loves it when she works out after work. Must be nice to work in the same building that houses an upscale gym that she and I are members of. Weird to have 2 gym memberships but who am I to look a gifthorse in the mouth?

You know it by heart. Valentine's Day is impossible to get into a restaurant. After spending some time sitting on Sara's bed and being told that my balls are very obvious even while wearing baggy jeans, we hit the town in search of food. All the main restaurants were packed. I'm not kidding because the first one we made it to had a line out the door. Italian is very hot over V-Day. Very obvious. Not very spontaneous. You can just picture wealthy bores rolling meatballs into each other's plates as some form of passion. Off in a huff was Sara and I.

I guess romance is sitting in a small Italian cafe all alone. It was just Sara and I so you can cue up the anger towards me at being lucky over and over. Tis nice to have a restaurant all to ourselves where the special is meatballs and spaghetti with wine. Fuck the wine for I want Bud Light. Oh, garlic bread, how I love you right after some salad with blue cheese dressing. 1 glass of wine and I had to drive us home.

So, I know you might hate my luck or something. I know I would be if I had to read this schmaltzy shit. But it's true that things work out so well that I try not to jinx things by overthinking them. I wish the world would put down the controllers to video games, turn off the vibrators, close that bag of Cheetos, and turn off the computers. Just fuck. Enjoy not hiding behind characters and actually talk to people.

My Friday night was a very lonesome quiet one. Believe it or not, I spent it in the gym while Sara was doing the first showing of the play. A group of us planned to go the next night so it was me working on biceps and running on the treadmill in front of 5 large plasma TVs. Decisions were a bitch. Do I watch CNN, ESPN, or Tyra Banks showing how much she's lost her mind?

You could say I get lost in the gym. Many times, I don't want to be there. On this particular night, it was a cold walk. Only a few people inhabited the small amount of space. One of the trainers has a ponytail so I instantly think how He-Man has made his way out of the jungles and into the city. The other trainer on duty kept an eye on me. All males get their feathers ruffled when competition enters the area. All of them.

But I loved it. This was my first visit to the gym without Sara so I could go crazy without having someone insist we go home. On most of my stays in Indiana, I am lost as to what is going on in the world. Not this time. Those plasmas kept me smiling knowing Obama is on his way to beating the leader that cries and plays dirty in politics.

Life is not all good. Oh, no, no, no. I've just found out that one of my friends lost her job of 15 years, working at a leather store. Just over 15 fucking years she has put into this company that is now closing over 100 of its stores. Most of my leather jackets were bought there thanks to this woman that enjoyed it when I stopped by to talk. Sara lives in the same town her boyfriend is from so we know various places. While I asked the woman if she had another job lined up, I already knew the answer. No. When you're the manager, there is no time to take a moment to look. Various things have to be done before closing a store. You could tell this woman was so sad about all this. 15 fucking years and it's over. Job security is a thing of the past, seeing as those in charge aren't willing to budge on their own pay.

It's not just seeing my friend without a job. I'm scared, too. As you know, each month gets me more and more curious about moving to Indiana. I'd need a job that has me feeling safe and able to live a life. No one enjoys looking because that is a job itself, one that doesn't pay. Various people scrutinize you over the littlest things. The worst are managers that barely do a thing while the employees are put through hell. Man, remember my last job?

That's all I could think about on my way home from seeing a friend that's lost her job of 15 years. The store was a staple in our mall. She kept me notified of sales and held a jacket or 2 for me. Even the work I'm doing now is effected. My paycheck is smaller because I've volunteered to leave earlier so that others that need the money can keep going. No longer is it a walk-of-shame to go home. There are so many people around me that desperately need the money. You can tell because they're the ones walking to work in the cold.

So, you'll have to excuse my discussion on The Vagina Monologues. It's just not within me to tell you how I ended up on the dance floor with women draping themselves all over each other. There were plenty of pussy discussions. We're all quite open to a good talk on squirting, pussy stains in panties, and how angry vaginas get when confronted by cotton. Now, why don't they lube up tampons anyway?

Funny how I just read that a video vixen is selling her worn panties on the Internet for $24.95. At least there is one business never to go out of business. Why don't girls sniff guys' underwear more? Only one of my ex's did but that was to check to see if I had a 'wet dream' after waking up that morning. Sara just likes the smell of penis. Girls are just as naughty but in lesser quantity.

So, I'm outta here and hoping that my computer gets fixed up soon. My brother has fucked things up bad. Porn does that to the lonely. It pulls you in with promises of lust and images for nighttime masturbation. Gene Simmons just makes you wish he'd put on the KISS makeup again. Did you see that the girl wouldn't allow him to kiss her? At least the god of thunder kept his shirt on. Happy twats all around.