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Oct 25, 2009 7:02 pm
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Today is the half way point. Exactly 180 days I'll be back in Jamaica.
My best female friend and last years roommate just left today with the anesthesiologist for a week in the sun. She thought it would be a good idea to call me at 5:30 am from the airport to chat before going.
I thoght she was going with him, she should have been calling him, not me!!!
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Okay What You've All Waited For, Stalker Update
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Oct 25, 2009 6:53 pm
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I know all you readers, friends, lovers and general public have been dying for a stalker update. I've been trying to ignore this subject for a while but it's getting just too funny.
I've been on the receiving end of many "gifts" lately and I had an actual visit with my stalker inside my very own apartment.
I've done my best to ignore it, but my step kids came by today and she was lurking around and creeped them out so I told them the story which they loved. I've been letting the gifts pile up on the front porch refusing to touch or move them thinking she might get the idea, but they keep coming. My daughters couldn't imagine not looking though the "gifts" for fun. They think I should call the cops or something, but I've assured them my stalker is just a lonely deranged harmless soul.
The kids took one of the handwritten notes home to decifer, they were quite amused after looking through some of the stuff.
Here's what has arrive lately.
A twelve string guitar with a broken A string.
A bottle or something strange in a two liter Pepsi bottle
Some sort of food wrapped in a napkin
Some leaves, rocks, and broken glass in a zip lock bag, some dried orange peels.
Okay, I'm going to go out to the front porch and bring the rest of the shit in and and look it over for the purpose of entertainment.
Be right back.
Okay here we go:
A copy of Treasure Island written for a grade schooler and having previously belonged to a library.
A Gallon of Apple Cider Vinegar
A Home made Christmas decoration made with smelly cloth
Something "made" out of a filthy washcloth
A Copy of A Prairie Legacy by Richard Bunstock, published in 1982 and signed by the author
Somesort or homemade doll fashioned out of smelly sheets and fleece and a baby bottle tied to it's neck. THIS IS VERY VERY CREEPY
A container with all her medals and awards from high school, this is VERY VERY SAD, she was an honor student,,,,,it's true about the fine line between genius and insanity.
A 1966 version of the Grapes of Wrath, unfortunately not signed by John Steinbeck.
A copy of The Circles, A Guide to Mapping Out Your Heart's True Feelings (creepy) with personal notations that I can't make any sense of.
Some nasty cloth stapled to a Shop and Save Fat Free Saltines box ????
A picture of the stalker and a friend at the Common Ground Fairgrounds in 1987
Bag one complete
Bag two
A small nasty soft cooler with some very moldy food in it.
Next a pic nic box with some nasty food items that smell bad wrapped in a filthy washcloth
A plastic bag that has been sealed with no less than one thousand staples, like someone just stapled and stapled and stapled. I can't actually believe she got some many of them in such a small space, truely wierd. Now the contents. Hold on, I think I need a shower.
Okay let's look in the bag......some seagull feathers, some leaves, rocks and broken glass, I'm not so curious that I'm going to open it up and paw through.
A bar of soap, apparently she has no use for the stuff, there was another bar but the kids ran off with it.
A small box with stickers on it filled with rocks (like you'd find on the road side) and broken glass.
Guess the kids didn't take the other soap, I just found it.
In the bottom of the box is a pile of dried up old orange peels.
I think I got it all.
So, I come home from a 12 hour day of crawling in a dark, hot, small crawl space and I'm with my good friends daughter who works for us. She runs in to use the potty after we drive home from work and gets ready to leave and runs into the stalker. She is asking her questions and she runs back in to my apartment.
I tell her not to worry, but send her out through my back door. We worked our butts off and she wants to just go home. In her hurry to escape she leaves my front door open. While I'm showing her out the back door, my stalker is sneaking in the front. Creepy.
I come back in and I can her her yelling. I have all intentions of walking up to my apartment door, pushing it shut, locking it and going to bed. Too late, I turn the corner and she is in my house, what the fuck.
I block any further progress and she starts running her mouth at high speed and doesn't take a breath for ten minutes. Hard to throw someone out who won't listen. She says she is so upset she needs to sit down. She wants to know if she can come in and sit down for five minutes.....I don't think so. She would like to have my cell phone number,,,,,,I don't think so. This goes on and on and I've really got to pee. On and On and ON.. .........
Finally and sadly she looks at me really rejected and says "so you want to have absolutely nothing to do with me", What!!!!, didn't realize I ever did have anything to "do with" her.
I'm trying to be nice, she is a lonely deranged person who is harmless, but creepy so I look right at her and say Ruth, I have a girlfriend (which I don't). She looked a little dissapointed by I massaged her out the door.
She was waiting at her window to welcome me home from Nashville which was creepy, but I didn't respond and just keep walking to my front door.
When my daughter walked out to lock the car she wandered up and asked her if she was my wife, freaked her out. She told her I was a very nice man. My freaking daughter is nineteen and drop dead beautiful (and I mean beautiful and smart!!!). Oh sure, I've got a beautiful nineteen year old for my wife, this women is nuts. Creeped my oldest daughter out, the youngest thought it was wonderful. Oldest didn't want to go out to the car and leave, youngest was fearless as usual. Don't ya just love the way kids are so different like that.
My kid (son) said the cops lead her out last week while I was away. He surmises that if she is bugging the shit out of me, she must be driving the rest of the tenants nuts over there. I'm sure he is right. This thing should take care of itself.
If not, I asked her many many questions the other night and I now know that she has a brother in Northwestern Maine, he has a business and I have the name of it. If things continue to go bad I call or email him. I won't be very nice to him, I'll lay a bunch of guilt on him and the problem will be fixed.
I've dealt with mental illness in my family my whole life and I feel for the brother, but when I had too, I walked that walk and he owns a business and is apparently prosperous and normal, time for him to man up.
Stalker update complete
Cheers all
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A Word About the Music and the Mothers in Nashville
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Oct 24, 2009 5:33 pm
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Damn, I can't believe that last night, less than 24 hours ago I was sitting in Robert's Western World in downtown Nashville listening to a kid that was so fucking good on his 25 year old Stratocaster that he brought tears to my eyes.
That's Nashville I guess, if you're gonna play that town you better "bring it" and shit this kid brought it like a rolling freight train. So much fun. The bass play was Johnny Cash's one time bass player. He was introduced as "his" bass player, but I'd bet he had a bunch of em. Who cares this dude was old, with very long and strong fingers and probably perfect pitch, if not certainly perfect rhythm. The rhythm guitar frontman was about my age, excellent and his bother who looked to be about 60 was the drummer. The lead guitar player, JD, the paid for guitar slinger, ran right over the top of everything with a very inspired, enthusiastic, kick-ass lead guitar to the likes of Johnnie Cash, Merle Haggard, George Straight and so on. He probably had perfect pitch as he was tuning his guitar very slightly continuously. He played very clean and edgy. Fun, fun, fun.
It was a nice end of the week after sitting in a classroom 8-5 mon-fri. The training was okay, the hotel was okay and Nashville was great.
I've been tons of places, but rarely on business, I mostly travel for pleasure. I hate the idea of going into a town, spending all week there and only seeing the hotel and the business address. Screw that, training ended Friday a 3:00 pm after a grueling 2.5 hour test. Fun to learn stuff, not so fun to have to have long tests to prove it.
I couldn't get a flight home yesterday anyway, so I just headed downtown as soon as I could. I got there early and nothing was going on, but just as I was thinking about going back to the room I heard some music. It was early and I got the best seat in the house, just by accident.
I was drinking with a couple of guys, one 81 and the other 79. Good ole Kentucky/Tennessee farm boys. They were old time helicopter pilots in Nam and they got together for a week and headed to town..........get this.........TO PICK UP CHICKS, now we're having fun. Told me that when they first got there the girl scene sucked, but a few my age had wandered in that looked pretty good. Where do I find these people. I'm a fucking magnet sometimes for all these different types. I just came from a bar where I was drinking with a very nice Dad and Son combo. Mom and Sis where at the opera or something, nice people. Then I'm drinking with the farm boys. Too funny, Pisces swims again.
I start talking trucks with the old dude and I mention something about a certain brands ability to plow snow. Then I tease him that he doesn't know shit about plowing, or even know what snow is. He's a good ole boy and he leans over and says "I know all about snow, I was born in Portland, Maine", the mystics are at it again, LOL. Then he says "I played running back for the University of Maine Black Bears, for four years graduating in 1950. Too funny. Small world.
The fun part, these two were doing pretty good with the girls, both of them were dancing alot with the really young and old alike. They were chatting up the crowd, but doing it all at my end of the bar, one on either side and them dragging everyone they could to our little party. Damn I love a good time even if I am alone and a little bit lonely. It would have been so much fun to be with someone, but still better than staying in the room and watching tv for sure.
I had to tear myself out of the place at around 11:00PM cuz I had to get up to catch my flight, so I cruised back to the hotel bar and the live band that was playing there sounded somewhat amateur in comparison, but it was still very good, one guy had a great voice.
I should write a whole blog about this, but I'm going to touch on it here.
Airline travel sucks now. The fucking airlines suck, they are dishonest and un-ethical and they do it like one giant organism, when the economy sucks they all treat ya like shit. It's hard to find a lick of difference between them.
I flew two legs home, Nashville to Philly, Philly to Portland. Both legs in planes meant for children or the original Pilgrims. Tiny, I'd already ask to be moved if there was room, cuz the guy I was sitting next to, was pretty big through the shoulders like me. Then I saw a guy get on 350 lbs, and squish some little girl into the sidewalls. I gave up on any moves when I saw that dude get on.
Now the plane, what a piece of shit, if it was a car I'd been embarrassed to drive it. Looked like someones old 1988 sedan. Didn't inspire confidence. It was so freaking uncomfortable, little tiny seats, little tiny aisles, little tiny potty, little everything.
Oh, that's the rant.
Go Nashville.
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Oct 8, 2009 7:24 pm
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Yea, I got laid so good today I could just scream from the rooftops.
End of blog, LOL
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A Day at Work
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Oct 4, 2009 6:27 pm
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On the third floor, in the attic, in a dark back corner I lay in the fetal position. My back hurts because the roof peak is only three and a half feet tall and it's framed with trusses which means climbing over all sorts of uprights to move forward or back, always bending low. The overhead roof sheathing is full of nails, forget to stay low and earn yourself a new hole in your head or your hand.
It's always hot, I lay in the dark soaked in sweat in my plastic moon suit and hear my breath in my full face respirator, to tired to move, I just lay in the dark breathing, my neck hurts, my hands and head hurt, I could fall asleep.
I dream of the Caribbean and wonder if it's worth it.
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Never on Business
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Oct 2, 2009 4:17 pm
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My good friend here replied in a blog "where haven't you been". I've been a zillion places, but never Nashville, TN. I've been to Chattanooga and had fun, but never Nashville.
All the places I've been it's always on pleasure, never on business. Usually just to party. I was certainly partying in Chattanooga.
This time it's business, the new business demands I get these expensive certifications so off the Nashville. I'm such a fucking idiot sometimes I thought I was going to Graceland all week till my buddy pointed out that it was in Memphis and not Nashville. No wonder I couldn't find my hotel on map quest while looking at Graceland on the map.
But, I'm hard core, and Memphis isn't that far, about 21/2 hours straight highway the whole way. I've got a rental car, unlimited mileage and I'm arriving Sunday at noon. It could happen or I could just stumble down to Opryland and watch some football and get back to the hotel in time to get a decent nights rest.
The hotel I'm staying at apparently has a rocking live band bar, that should be good for studying, LOL
I couldn't get a flight out friday night either so I've got friday night to myself. Oh boy, after a week in that town I'll know right where to go. I'll go downtown and have some fun I'm sure. Eat some catfish and hush puppies, go hear some country music, drink some beers and cry at the jukebox till last call.
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Global Warming,My Ass
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Sep 27, 2009 6:50 am
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OMG, it's about 30 freaking degrees in my place right now. I was hoping for global warming. Here in Maine, no one is concerned about GW.
I was hoping for an extra month of summer, a little more spring skiing, a little warmer year around. Guess not. We didn't have a summer and now it's just freezing, rainy and cold.
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Stalker is Back
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Sep 24, 2009 4:45 pm
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Damn, I thought I'd shook her. She brought me a bunch of crap tonight. I hadn't the heart to tell her no, so I just grabbed it. I quickly looked at it. Seems there is a note for everyday since I called her managment company and told them to make her stop. Oh boy, nasty, unwashed, mentally incompentant stalker living right next door.
The almost GF refered to as hot&crazy is texting me and msg'ing me constantly. I thought I'd just break a little bit of ice and respond to a picture she sent me on fbook. I just said, yea, that's nice. Now I'm getting updates on every little bit of her life. I'd describe her a stalker, but I don't think I'm the only one. I think she sends her msg's out to her entire address book everytime so I'm just one of many she is bugging the shit out of.
Now, I'm worried about one of the loves of my life. I love that Vannah White. What a beauty, I've been in love with her forever. She is my age, long and tall. Always so beautiful in those long evening gowns. Now I watch Vannah every night and seems she has gotten extremely skinny. Too skinny, my gosh Vannah have a sandwich girl. I'd think at 53 or however old she is, she'd feel like a piece of cheesecake after all these years of denying herself of anything to eat. I think she'd look good a little chubby. Maybe when we get together I'll be able to convince her that she needs to eat, LOL.
Cheers All
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Time for a New Mood
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Sep 20, 2009 5:08 pm
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Boy, I don't even want to read back through some of my past recent blogs. Seems they had a ever increasing level of anger. Oh, I can't go there. Lots of swearing, lots of negative energy.
Started about the time I started dating hot&crazy. I was going to write her an email and tell her about her behavior but I'm sure she doesn't remember much about Saturday night. She is text msg-ing me 3-4 times a day and I don't want to encourage her at all so I'll skip the email for now.
I think I just need to chill out and get a new attitude. Let go of this crap. It wears on you when someone is treating you like shit and you can't actually believe they are doing it.
So apologies to all of you who regularly stop by, no more ranting for a while.
Cheers all
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THE DATE FROM HELL
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Sep 19, 2009 5:39 pm
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I really don't want to write this right now. I wanna watch the Red Sox but this story needs to come out.
I thought it was only the girls who had dates from hell. Creepy desperate guys who just want to get laid. I've been used as a piece of meat in the past and though it didn't feel that great, I,m a guy, go ahead, use me. As usual I digress.
This wasn't a 'using" type thing, but is was brutal. Beat me, I fucking deserve it (wait I already got it), I stayed away from the hot little blonde body I was dating for a couple of days which was great, but then I starting thinking......
Then Friday night she texts me and I'm thinking "just one more look", "just another drink from the fountain of youth" and what I got was a brutal verbal beating.
What a fucking nut. I met her Mom and even she was rolling her eyes, her own Mom.
She's fucking weird and will only do certain things, so my friends house is a place she would like due to her requirements. I came to get her and she wasn't even close to being ready or even giving a shit. Her boat had a bunch of drunks on it. I was a little bit of an asshole as I told my friends I'd be there at a certain time and she insisted we arrive a couple of hours later than I'd told them. Okay, she was actually trying to hustle the drunks off so we could leave, but still, come on, who is in charge here. Can't you just say, "I've got plans to go out"?
On the way she tells me that I need not to interrupt her when she is speaking. Okay, except the only time I interrupt her is during some long monologue that is ridiculous in it's entire thought. I decided to not interrupt her at all, all night. She never shut up and never said anything that made a lot of sense. Why is it with these types it just goes on and on and on about me, me, me.
Now she is enjoying my friends resort like backyard and then she just starts getting mean. Doesn't like my voice, tells my friends she can't stand the sound of my voice, while I'm sitting there. Then it's "I'm really annoying", really, and on and on. I've fucking been down this road. I'm trying to have some fun with my friend and she is being a bitch. Doesn't want to get into the sauna. Didn't have to do it nekkid, no one else was. Just wanted to pick on me.
Finally I looked at her and just said, "hey babe, go fuck yourself okay", she was like, what? I said go fuck yourself and find your own ride home, I'm outta here. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me or about me like that in front of me, fuck you.
I drive off and she calls, I'm almost home. Don't leave me here, blah, blah.......as much as I'd have liked too, I went back as in good conscience I couldn't leave my friends stuck with her at one am. I pulled in and walked up to the resort like backyard and sit quietly just on the edge of the deck where she couldn't see me and listened to her talk shit about me for about ten minutes. Honestly, I can't believe I'm listening to this cunt running me down. I walk over tell her to shut the fuck up with the negativity and told her I'd take her home, but come now or I'm gone.
Twenty minutes later, I'm sitting in my truck calling her and telling my friend to haul her out by the hair or he has her for the night and finally she comes.
I drive her home, non stop blather, all bad, all running me down. I'm like fuck you shut up. When I get you home, don't ever call, email, text me again. Endless blather. I'm saying do you understand that you've been very mean and cruel to me tonight. Mean, cruel and you think it's okay. It's not.
We get to her boat, she says "shut up and kiss me". Oh boy this girls damn lips fit mine like they were born to be there, but, the usual big butt! She is nuts.
She want's me to go to her boat. Fuck you is my answer. Now I'm scared to let her walk a quarter mile of dockage to get to her boat alone, but fuck that, I've had enough. She is telling me what a huge mistake I'm making if I don't come. I'm thinking she has pissed me off all night and now she wants to see how "fucking" mad I am at her. I don't play that game. The rules of my game are all negotiated like adults, not like bad little children,,,,digressing. Plus I'm so pissed sex is about the last thing on my mind
I drove home and was thrilled to see my best friend the dog, the wonder dog. Thankfully someone, or something trustworthy.
I couldn't understand why she would want to go to that boat at 2:15 am, it was cold and late and clear, but she was alone. Then this morning I figured it out. Alcohol, she had liquor on the boat.
I was wondering if they were going to find that drunken tramp in the slip this morning and I assumed the police would be like "you were the last person to see her" and then I'd be a "person of interest" to the police in her disappearance. That would be horrible.
My worries ended at about noon when a slew of text msg's, voice mails and emails started. The msg's were stupid, none said "I sorry for my behavior toward you". She actually text msg'ed me to mention something about she didn't know why I annoyed her so much. OMG, fuck you leave me alone.
No, I didn't respond. When I'm good and clear headed tomorrow I will write her a short to the point email once again encouraging her to leave me the fuck alone.
It's amazing, after what my wife did to me I'm tough as fucking nails now. Treat me like shit, fine, but fuck you, I won't take it for long.
I'm sure there is a higher being watching over me, or else my Karma is finally paying off, cuz this Woman did to me in seven weeks what my wife did over seven years. Someone/thing is giving me a message "you need to get away from wild a crazy or else this will all happen again". A nasty little reminder. It' was like the ex on nuclear hyperdrive.
There is a crazy/hot scale. The hotter the chick, the crazier she is allowed to be. This one slipped right off the scale. No one is that hot.
Thank goodness I've got friends.
Cheers all
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All My People
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Sep 17, 2009 7:33 pm
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Funny, a couple of years ago I landed with "my people" in the Carribean, I've made tons of friends and I feel a real affection for many of them.
Same here. Despite the soap opera title to this blog, I think that everyone that reads this soapy piece of crap is also part of the group I consider "My People"
I think we are all really interested in sex here or we wouldn't be here, right? I came here an absolute mess two years ago and now I'm just simply a mess. But a loveyly mess, I like my life and I like blogging here and being able to be honest about my sex life. I love sex, always have, love talking about it, thinking about it and doing it. It's nice to just write about it cuz it just gets so complicated sometimes and people are so weird about sex. You've got to do it a certain way and act a certain way and balh, blah, blah.
It's so weird that at this age I'd have thought everyone would have dropped the pretense about sex and taken the approach that we all need to get laid, it's not that big a deal.
This site is good for knowing that I'm hardly alone with my very normal perversions, LOL I may be a little oversexed, but it's okay around here.
I'm Okay, You Okay ? (get it Witchata?)
Cheers
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BURN ME DOWN
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Sep 17, 2009 6:41 pm
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Thought I was obsessive about travel before, get this. I had a conversation with my partner yesterday that went like this:
48,000 people, most nekkid, major share party, no vendors, NO RULES, those are my people, make no plans for me next year, I'm there. He asks, So you think these are your people? Yea they are. How do you know? No, wait, I'm sure your right.
Yes I'm going to Burning Man, I'm going to make my nice mountian bike into a nice Maine Lobster and I'm just going to ride it around the party for a week in the 110 degree heat and have a ball.
I've heard about Burning Man for a bunch of years and now it is like the World's Fair of Nekkid Party-iers, I'm so fucking there. $300.00 for the week, they figure that's what it cost per person for land rental and potty's.
And the best part they actually BURN THE MAN.
Anyone want to go?
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Fucking Help Me
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Sep 15, 2009 8:56 pm
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Went down to the new gf's boat. Thought it would be nice. A BBQ, a few beers and a beautiful view.
She'd had a few before I got there.
She spent about an hour correcting, berating, and beating on me before I'd had enough.
After offering two hours of suggestions as to how I could improve myself I'd had enough and grabbed my cooler and walked.
FUCK HER, My ex treated me like shit and no one is going to do that again.
Don't care how good she looks nekkid
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