I am adding a new category as well.
I am adding "Wet Dreaming" because it is charming and sexy.
Why? Because I can!
R-
Monday, July 12, 2004
Jonathan and My Weekend
My weekend was totally uneventful. In fact, on Sunday, I did not step outside of my apartment at all. Last Friday, I napped for a long time only to wake up to see few folks visiting Cynthia. Few this, that and there. That is all I will comment at this point.
Then on Saturday, I shopped food and had a long laundry. Ahh. Nice. It is certainly to do nothing because every weekend in the last 4 weeks were simply hectic. Now I get to do this.
Ahh, it is certainly nice to be wanted. I cannot help it if I am cautious and wary of anyone who told me that he wanted me. That he has feelings for me. That he wanted me so bad. Jonathan and I met at a certain place. He was all over me. He said when he saw me, he knew he wanted me. Some guys I will never understand, really. So wait and see. Yeah, his name is Jonathan. Oh, yeah, he is hearing. He has been emailing me 3 or 4 times per day. I'm flattered but why? No idea. I'm going to go with the flow.
R-
Then on Saturday, I shopped food and had a long laundry. Ahh. Nice. It is certainly to do nothing because every weekend in the last 4 weeks were simply hectic. Now I get to do this.
Ahh, it is certainly nice to be wanted. I cannot help it if I am cautious and wary of anyone who told me that he wanted me. That he has feelings for me. That he wanted me so bad. Jonathan and I met at a certain place. He was all over me. He said when he saw me, he knew he wanted me. Some guys I will never understand, really. So wait and see. Yeah, his name is Jonathan. Oh, yeah, he is hearing. He has been emailing me 3 or 4 times per day. I'm flattered but why? No idea. I'm going to go with the flow.
R-
Some Tidbits
Erin Casler won Miss Deaf America Pageant. Erin does not stop to amaze me. She was an outspoken feminist. I guess, moving to Sioux Falls toned her feminist rhetoric down by a mile to a point where she has to compete in a pageant.
I remembered Jason telling me that his boyfriend's mother accused of killing her pet bird. I was baffled. I asked Jason what happened. Apparently, the pet bird was very old and sleeping in the cage. Gus, Jason's boyfriend, decided to put the cover on the birdcage for the night. Somehow, Jason got a big butt, his butt accidentally hit the birdcage and shook the birdcage. Giving the old bird a heart attack and dropped dead.
Shish Kebob has a new blog up and running. Check her out. She is the one who saved her drink but not her pager when she plunged into the pool. Smack!
I learned something interesting on PBS (See? I love these documentaries!!), the beer, Guinness signed for a lease that will last 9,000 years. Wow.
Guess what? The NY Daily News talked about the cuddle party! The same one I mentioned in my blog after I discovered it from Shane! I guess someone at NYDN is reading my blog. Whee.
There is a school in Virginia called Washington and Lee University. What am I trying to say? I personally think we should change Gallaudet University to Gallaudet and Clerc University. It is a travesty that we named a dormitory after the nation's first Deaf teacher. It is common that many deaf schools tend to name dormitories or other lesser buildings to deaf persons. I do not care if there is Laurent Clerc National Deaf Education Center, primarily for Model Secondary School for the Deaf and Kendall Demonstration Elementary School. I want Laurent Clerc to be on the same level with Thomas Hopkins Gallaudet. Not less or above. Just the same. I'm all for the change.
R-
I remembered Jason telling me that his boyfriend's mother accused of killing her pet bird. I was baffled. I asked Jason what happened. Apparently, the pet bird was very old and sleeping in the cage. Gus, Jason's boyfriend, decided to put the cover on the birdcage for the night. Somehow, Jason got a big butt, his butt accidentally hit the birdcage and shook the birdcage. Giving the old bird a heart attack and dropped dead.
Shish Kebob has a new blog up and running. Check her out. She is the one who saved her drink but not her pager when she plunged into the pool. Smack!
I learned something interesting on PBS (See? I love these documentaries!!), the beer, Guinness signed for a lease that will last 9,000 years. Wow.
Guess what? The NY Daily News talked about the cuddle party! The same one I mentioned in my blog after I discovered it from Shane! I guess someone at NYDN is reading my blog. Whee.
There is a school in Virginia called Washington and Lee University. What am I trying to say? I personally think we should change Gallaudet University to Gallaudet and Clerc University. It is a travesty that we named a dormitory after the nation's first Deaf teacher. It is common that many deaf schools tend to name dormitories or other lesser buildings to deaf persons. I do not care if there is Laurent Clerc National Deaf Education Center, primarily for Model Secondary School for the Deaf and Kendall Demonstration Elementary School. I want Laurent Clerc to be on the same level with Thomas Hopkins Gallaudet. Not less or above. Just the same. I'm all for the change.
R-
Addendum to "Who Is Carrie?"
I should mention this because I told Carrie a long time ago. My parents loved Carrie. They thought we should marry.
I muttered, "If that was the case, we'd be already married a long time ago, Mom!"
My parents, today, still asked me about Carrie. And when.
R-
I muttered, "If that was the case, we'd be already married a long time ago, Mom!"
My parents, today, still asked me about Carrie. And when.
R-
Friday, July 09, 2004
Chanda!
I grew up in The South. In a little way, I was indoctrinated by the peers that African Americans are humans first, but they are not exactly smart like the caucasians are. It is more of an attitude than knowledge, really. When you go to the grocery store, you see these thugs bulldozing their ways around. You became used to it and assumed that many of African Americans are like that.
Until I met Chanda, I was like that. But after I hung out, partied, loitered and fucked up with Chanda, my perceptions of people in general were totally removed.
In fact, when we first met, the way she talked, she completely trashed my perceptions. I cannot help but laughed so hard.
From there, I considered her as a good friend. It was always funny to see her walking to me and say, "Tell me what is happening on the campus! Tell me tell me tell me!" I'm like, "Ok, once upon a time ..." She'd squeak and say, "Not again, but go ahead!" Beth would throw in some insane comments about something else. The communication between me, KB, Chanda, Beth and few others can be misconstrued as something bizarre because I do not think people outside of our group would understand what we were talking about.
One time, Chanda was thirsty and hungry. She poured vodka on her pizza slice and drank/ate it. What am I supposed to react? I'm like, "Ok, you are satisfied. What's next?"
Chanda was extremely intelligent. She never studied. She just read the textbooks, not studied, JUST READ -- then aced the courses in her sleep.
She absolutely hated dresses and make-ups. She loved the dramas. She was a sucker for big-time dramas with friends.
The New Years' Eve Party at Chanda, KB & Beth's apartment were purely wacko. Lots of insanity occured in that timespan.
How can you not smile at this?
It is been 7 years since Chanda died.
Of course, I miss her. Very much.
R-
Until I met Chanda, I was like that. But after I hung out, partied, loitered and fucked up with Chanda, my perceptions of people in general were totally removed.
In fact, when we first met, the way she talked, she completely trashed my perceptions. I cannot help but laughed so hard.
From there, I considered her as a good friend. It was always funny to see her walking to me and say, "Tell me what is happening on the campus! Tell me tell me tell me!" I'm like, "Ok, once upon a time ..." She'd squeak and say, "Not again, but go ahead!" Beth would throw in some insane comments about something else. The communication between me, KB, Chanda, Beth and few others can be misconstrued as something bizarre because I do not think people outside of our group would understand what we were talking about.
One time, Chanda was thirsty and hungry. She poured vodka on her pizza slice and drank/ate it. What am I supposed to react? I'm like, "Ok, you are satisfied. What's next?"
Chanda was extremely intelligent. She never studied. She just read the textbooks, not studied, JUST READ -- then aced the courses in her sleep.
She absolutely hated dresses and make-ups. She loved the dramas. She was a sucker for big-time dramas with friends.
The New Years' Eve Party at Chanda, KB & Beth's apartment were purely wacko. Lots of insanity occured in that timespan.
How can you not smile at this?
It is been 7 years since Chanda died.
Of course, I miss her. Very much.
R-
Sex Does Wonders To Your Confidence
When a guy is near orgasm, he was on the top of me and like a cowboy, he rode me out. he stomped his hands on my futon bed repeatedly and violently shook his head and body as sweats perspired and exploded off from his muscular body.
For a moment, I thought he was going berserk and that something was wrong. He yelled at me with a glee on his face. I was not sure what he was trying to say. He muttered something, I couldn't detect except that it is something about best.
He collapsed on me and breathed with labor. I giggled. He smiled and licked my chin. Then he grabbed a paper pad right above me on the pillows and scribbled few words.
"One of the best fucks I ever had!"
I was surprised. And said, "That is why you stomped and shook like crazy?" He laughed and nodded.
Shortly, we watched "The Twilight Man" on Starz Channel. He massaged my feet and hands, I love a guy who does that. Especially when he does it hard. He measured my feet and hands and said, "It is odd that you got small hands, yet the thing you have in your shorts is not."
I groaned and scoffed him away. Sensed that I shrugged him off, he picked up the challenge. He quickly got on the top of me, played with me roughly. Grinded me a little. We ended up doing the Round Two soon hereafter.
After that, I feel great and full of confidence.
R-
For a moment, I thought he was going berserk and that something was wrong. He yelled at me with a glee on his face. I was not sure what he was trying to say. He muttered something, I couldn't detect except that it is something about best.
He collapsed on me and breathed with labor. I giggled. He smiled and licked my chin. Then he grabbed a paper pad right above me on the pillows and scribbled few words.
"One of the best fucks I ever had!"
I was surprised. And said, "That is why you stomped and shook like crazy?" He laughed and nodded.
Shortly, we watched "The Twilight Man" on Starz Channel. He massaged my feet and hands, I love a guy who does that. Especially when he does it hard. He measured my feet and hands and said, "It is odd that you got small hands, yet the thing you have in your shorts is not."
I groaned and scoffed him away. Sensed that I shrugged him off, he picked up the challenge. He quickly got on the top of me, played with me roughly. Grinded me a little. We ended up doing the Round Two soon hereafter.
After that, I feel great and full of confidence.
R-
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