Ship to Shore... No More.

It's been awhile since I've updated on the life and times of the Hali-Hobbit. There really hasn't been too much to share... just the same old drunken debauchery, sketchy sundays and headaches found every other weekend.

Highlights:

I found out that, although the young may give the impression of being devoted, innocent, sincere and easily manipulated; they are not to be trusted. They are conniving, deceitful, lying little shits. For this reason, I will no longer be pursuing those under the age of 23. This is my new agenda. If you find that I'm deviating from this, feel free to slap me. I'll thank you later. In a situation where an exception may be warranted,(which is HIGHLY unlikely) I will require written permission from my peers before engaging in any pre-23 activities.

This city is TOO small. I will soon need to commute for the purpose of sexual activity. The coincidences and connections to everyone else around me are not only concerning, but appalling. Perhaps the easiest solution would be to stop randomly picking up... but really, let's not kid ourselves, that highly unlikely.

I need to reevaluate why I go out. What is my reasoning? Is it to find a one-nighter? a bf? or is it just a sketchy hangover that I'm yearning for? I don't honestly know what I want. Commitment and feelings make me an anxious mess.... and that whole "love the one you're with" bullshit just doesn't sound like my style, so I can't see that being my focus. I guess what I really need is to find someone that makes it worthwhile to get off my lazy ass. Someone who won't screw me over and leave me for dead. It's quite likely that I won't find this person at Reflections... and even less likely that they're waiting for me in some raunchy online chatroom. I guess the search will continue... if it must. But where? I'm open to suggestions.

Erin is done work at the end of the week. This concerns/saddens me. I predict that the fun-factor at work is going to plummet. Christy and I will be forced to wander the waterfront looking for boys. We need a new coop student, pronto. Preferably a hot one. Work = teh suck.

Sandra, AKA the Cougar, is a true sexual predator. Her secret co-op love affair with "The Child" has recently become common knowledge in the office... thanks to a random psychic's predictions. It's all out in the open now, but she can't stop doing him. She's addicted to the DD and is willing to sacrifice everything to get some. lol

Finally, Pocket Gay is again allupons for J-A. Good for him. I support his geriatric desires and I hope things work out with that. Heels to Jesus frenchy!