This morning before work, I am sitting at the kitchen table with snow around the house. Everywhere I look, I see an endless blanket of white and I can’t help but feel so incredibly peaceful. And I hate snow.
Lately, I have been giving a lot of thought to why I am here and to what I should be doing with my life. Sitting here with a cup of coffee in my hand, I can’t help but feel incredibly grateful for the opportunities given me. I have a chance to advance in my workplace, I have a chance to make people happy every single day I work. I have the most amazing wife a man could ask for, I have a child who’s face brightens up my day. Sure, there’s areas of my life that need to be stepped up on, but on the whole, I’d say I’m a pretty lucky guy. Continue reading “I Am Where I Need To Be…”
If you live long enough, you’ll find that you’ve hurt someone important to you. You may have done it purposely, you may have done it in reaction to some perceived insult, you may have done it inadvertently. You may even be doing it right now as I write this. The important thing is to apologize, and try to make it right. If you can’t make it right, then at least apologize. An apology may mean something to them, it might not.
Often we don’t take the time to think when we do things. We don’t consider the effect they have on others. Once in a while you’ll find out that something you said or have done in anger will be the catalyst for things never being the same again. You’ll fuck up and you’ll never be able to forgive yourself. Sometimes they won’t forgive you, and you’ll never get a chance to make things right. You’ll die a little inside, and you’ll never be able to get that piece of your heart back.
Continue reading “Fucking Up and Making It Right”
So, the success of “Ladies First” has been modest, and I thank everyone for purchasing their copies as well as the emails and comments I have received. I couldn’t be more gratified. Seriously, if I ended up selling 500K of these things, I couldn’t be any happier. I could have a bit more money, but meh, that’s what work is for.
However, the demand for a digital version of Ladies First has been made known to me, as well as a hunger for some new material.
Fair enough, I’m nothing if not an accommodating person. So, I am pleased to announce that the digital version of “Ladies First” will be available on Lulu.com on August 8th, preceding a release on Kindle and Nook.
This version will have additional material, as well as a few more pictures and other related pabulum. Not to mention that in the final print version there are some little things that have been pissing me off, so I’ll correct them in the digital version.
Once again, my very greatest thanks to all those who have supported me in this project, as well as believing in the purposes I have behind writing this book. To those who doubted that I would finish this project; fuck you, I wrote a book.
As a side note, I will also be releasing my first book, “A Step Left of the Devil’s Road” in digital format as well. A release date will follow after the release of the digital version of “Ladies First”.
I have also broke ground on the follow-up to “Ladies First” tentatively titled, “Ladies Firsterer: Further Adventures in Pleasure Engineering”. Stay tuned for further details as the year progresses.
I’d like to share a revelation I had from a few days ago. A few days ago I realized that I was completely happy with my life. I was working in a job I enjoyed, around people I love and admire, making decent money. I had a beautiful, understanding and amazing wife with a kid equally as amazing. I live in an age where I can create anything I like at almost the ease to which I can think it up. I possess the equivalent of two college degrees and can easily remember 99% of what I’ve learned. I have a budding writing career that, while not successful in the monetary sense, nonetheless gives me a great sense of satisfaction.
I am living my life. My life is NOT being lived for me.
Overall, life is not hard. I would say that the complications people bring into their lives make it hard. For example, I find that the more dramatic people I bring into my life, the harder it gets to sift through the bullshit to the raw data of life. So, to remedy this, you get rid of those people. Quick, simple, and everyone’s happy. Well, everyone except those who get dropped from your life for being a drain on your sanity and resources. But, they’re not really people, so much as entities that need to be stopped.
Continue reading “Newsflash: Life is Not Hard =)”
I wish I could say that the 4th of July meant something to me other than a reason to get together with friends to drink myself into a stupor. But, this particular 4th I’m working, so no such luck. I suppose it should matter to me that a few hundred years ago, a bunch of people in pantaloons fought one of the first “necessary” wars that paved the way for me being able to be a complete dickhead and not get lynched for it.
But, I can’t say this. I mean, mentally I acknowledge the reason that we celebrate the 4th. I can’t think of anything wrong with it. But, given the direction our country is going lately, I can’t help but think that this day marks the celebration of an ultimately failed democratic experiment.
- Net neutrality is threatened, which gives me one of my only outlets as a human being to express my views.
- Religion (specifically, Christianity) is being inserted in to any laws those retards can manage.
Continue reading “4th of July Rant”
How do you get over the loss of someone who meant the world to you?
Well, the truth is you don’t.
You simply find a way to deal with it.
I wish I could sit here,
look into your beautifully shaped oval eyes
and tell you that it will get better with time.
Continue reading “Floating In The Ether (Poem)”
Her: “What are you writing?”
Me: “Just writing about how Basic Instinct fucked me up regarding masturbation habits.”
Her: “Little did the filmmakers know that Sharon Stone’s character would be the archetype for just about fuck-all every single girlfriend you’ve ever had.”
Who wants an embarrassing TMI story? Yeah, I thought so.
Continue reading “Sharon Stone Messed Up My Sex Life”