I'm not gonna pay that much for that muffler

I run out of books once in a while and if I’m feeling rather cheap I will not buy a new book until I see something I think I just have to read. I am at that point today and don’t have but two very uninteresting books that will do nothing but waste a few hours off my Life. The good news is I bought these books at the Goodwill for next to nothing, hardcover again. The bad news is I was probably still recycling the drinks from the night before when I made said purchases ‘cause these books suck!

I already wasted a good 6 or so hours reading the biography of Jacqueline Susann. It looked like a good idea at the time of the purchase. Don’t ask why but it did and I bought. Did I learn something from this book? Well, yeah- that some people will justify just about anything after you die, they will create good reasons for your shitty behavior in Life and gloss over every fuck up in your Life as long as you are dead.

She was crazy the woman; in denial of being Jewish ‘cause it was much cooler to be Catholic- I guess she hadn’t heard about the priests gallivanting with their underage parishioners at that point. She was a firm believer in fucking anyone other than her husband, especially glam girls and drunken comedians and short fat producers and a lot of other people that I lost track of, so many names, and so many dicks. And the rather crazy part was that the whole biography makes it sound as if good ol’ Irving, the husband, didn’t know she was fucking ½ of New York, ¾ of Hollywood and 1/8 of Philly. And reportedly she didn’t even like sex. How’s that for being proficient at something you don’t like?

I have this other book, A Very Private Woman, about one woman in DC who was rumored to be one of President Kennedy’s affairs. It said something about her being very bored throughout her Life and her alleged contacting the guy who developed LSD so she could have her private stash. I guess it’s nice to have connections. Then again, maybe not since she was murdered and her murder remains unsolved to date.

So I am left with very few options when I am up here in Charlotte during the week. I contemplate going out somewhere, maybe the pub down the street or the bar that allows you to bring your dog- I’m sure my poor, bored she-dog would much appreciate canine companionship but that means I’ll probably have to make friends with her canine companion’s owner and I’m just not up for much socializing in the Queen City y’all. I know- I need to get over that- but I have my own ways of justifying my behavior here you see, I am saving money by shutting myself in every week night- plus my liver thanks me every day Monday morning thru Friday early evening. The liver stops talking to me in friendly tones at promptly drinking time Friday nights.

Which brings me to my point for this entry, I now have access to someone’s non password wireless connection nights at home so I can check out these blogs I’ve made part of my reading every once in a while. And I am finding lately, a lot of them talking about dating and people using dating services and online sites and such. I do not understand this. I read it, I break it down mentally but I do not understand the concept of the ads and the paid dating services. I mean there are so many annoying people in your daily Life that get introduced to you live and for free so why pay for this? Why can’t you just find out that they suck and that they are not qualified to be your partner in anything live?

I was reading this one blog from a DC chick and I guess for minute there she thought she had a boyfriend and then he told her he’d been doing other people even while she was doing him. And now it’s over and she sounds surprised and hurt. Why she’s surprised I don’t know. This scenario isn’t any different from how people behave when you meet them live and or for free. Trust me I know, I think the problem comes in when people hook up and just assume that the recipient or purveyor of the penis is doing them only.

But that is so not the case. I don’t get that either but it is true. I gather that the way to circumvent that from happening is to actually have a discussion about it before getting into bed to do the actual fornication. I mean, assuming you trust the person somewhat and trust that this person with whom you are about to fornicate so that your sexual being doesn’t shrivel up and die, will tell the truth (and if you don’t somewhat trust anything coming out said person’s mouth then why in the hell are you trusting that person with your invaluable gift?) You can always skip the interview but then don’t act surprised or hurt when you find out that the person is actually more sexually exposed than you thought possible. I don’t know where these little manwhores find the time to do all these chicks but they do, they do. And vice-versa- I know, but since I actually don’t do girls like that my observations are biased to include guy’s behaviors mostly. So either the question is asked- and if the answer is “yes I am fornicating frequently and with numerous peoples” and you are not happy with that and/or you cannot “share” then- bypass the fornication and find someone else or resort to your trusty self. But you can’t be genuinely hurt, you just can’t, or you shouldn’t anyway.

Maybe I need a break from reading these blogs or maybe I need to switch to blogs with different content. Maybe I need to get back to work.