> Elastica - Line Up
> Gavin Rossdale - Adrenaline
> Rammstein - Tier
> The Donnas - You Wanna Get Me High
> Placebo - Bulletproof Cupid
> Paul Oakenfold - This is Trance
I’m talking to Jon, I’m asking him why he wouldn’t let me sleep in his bed the night that we all crashed at his house after Pride.
dariusofthedark: can I ask you a question
TrySomethingWild: sure
dariusofthedark: why didn’t you let me sleep on your bed that night?
TrySomethingWild: because I don’t like sharing my bed with anyone
TrySomethingWild: well, anyone who isn’t like my boyfriend
TrySomethingWild: assuming i had one
dariusofthedark: ah
What a chicken shit answer. I really don’t know where I got that colloquialism from, but it seems all too fitting.
Eek! I just found the lyrics to “You’re so Damn Hot,” yay! That was the whole purpose of this post. Without further, ado, my theme song, “You’re so Damn Hot” by OK Go:
“I saw you sliding out the bar
I saw you slipping out the back door, baby
Don’t even try and find a line this time, it’s fine. Darling, you’re still divine
You don’t love me at all, but don’t think that it bothers me at all
You’re a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you’re so damn hot
You’re so damn hot.
So now you’re headed to your car
You say it’s dinner with your sister, sweetie
But darling look at how you’re dressed
Your best suggests another kind of guest
You don’t love me at all, but don’t think that it bothers me at all
You’re a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you’re so damn hot
You’re so damn hot.
So who’s this other guy you’ve got
Which other rubes are riding hot-shot, sugar
I could have swore you said before, “No more, for sure” What’d I believe you for
You don’t love me at all, but don’t think that it bothers me at all
You’re a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you’re so damn hot
You’re so damn hot”
LOL Jon just said something inordinately trite! I love it! I love it! This massive deluge of stupidity is better than sex!
dariusofthedark: so you subscribe to the whole no sex unless it’s a boyfriend thing?
TrySomethingWild: yeah. been like that for a while. i think that sex is wrong unless it has meaning other than just pleasure and a goal to let loose
TrySomethingWild: there’s only one guy who i would do it with outside of a relationship, but i rarely see him. i saw him on his birthday at the club, just turned 29 a week after my birthday, and i saw him at pride. he gave me a pretty good spanking, and was dancing w/ his shirt off on the go-go boxes by the dj dance stage
I love it! I love it! I think that it is ten times better to be libertine than a hypocrite. I’m so glad I’m not one. At least in the subject of sex. I’m so changing my blog title to “you’re a bad-hearted boy trap baby, but you’re so damn hot.” I think it’s too long though. Eat my fuck. Oh, this song is so frickin good, “Unfinished Symphony” by Hybrid. Yum. Yay! More stupidity!
dariusofthedark: so you didn’t actually do it with him, you just would
TrySomethingWild: it was the night when he kissed me, and i had a big crush on him at the time. i didn’t understand how the gay system worked where you make out, then hook up and that’s it. so after he kissed me, he asked me what i was doing that night, and i was so hurt and i said no twice. that hurt him too, and he felt bad that he hurt me. then he disapeared and came back. unzipped his shorts, but i looked up before i saw the head
TrySomethingWild: i know him. he and i are friends, so it’s not like he’s a random guy or anything
TrySomethingWild: but i do know that was the best kiss that i ever had, and will always remember. i always give him shit about it too. oh, and that night was before i was even ready to have sex, so, by the time i was ready, he disappeared the night i was going to ask him to hook-up. i also give him shit about that too, that he missed out on taking a virgin
LMAO! LMAO! THE “GAY SYSTEM!” This is SO better than sex. “Gay system.” That is so going into my annals of the pinnacles of stupidity I’ve witnessed. Actually, I think that’s one of the functions of my blog. He is so obsessed with sex, it’s sad. He has to create this gigantic mythology around it. All this bullshit about being “ready” the crap about “hearts mending” and all the other related bullshit might work on his little shows on the WB, but in real life that stuff doesn’t exist. I guess you can’t put the genie back into the bottle. TV is now reality, and reality is now TV. There is no causal relationship, because a cause would imply some kind of change. Oh, he just signed off. It’s the chicken or the egg. Television and reality. Baudrillard is one of my new friends in the age of the apocalypse, the implosion of meaning, the age of hyperreality. He his my augur and he has predicted how humanity as we know it will end. It will go according to his plan. Meaning is already in the throes of implosion. God, it’s 1 a.m. I must go light on the philosophical rantings. I’m obsessed with decay, with destruction. With the end of meaning. It begins with things like television and video games. Once these states become more desirable than reality, the age of hyperreality will become literal instead of figurative.
Okay, I’m done. Jon is a hackneyed walking stereotype. I’m a bored libertine in search of paradise. The world is devolving into a land of eternal ennui and instant gratification. Only a third World War can be the catalyst for the final implosion of meaning.
I’m pretending to be in love with Jon in our IM conversation. We’re all actors. We’re all playing our poorly written parts. I know the difference between my own script and others I’ve written in my head on contingency. Taggart cannot make this distinction.
I’m playing semantic games with Jon. Maybe I can hook up with him later in the month. I definitely have enough gas money. Maybe I’ll go to Club West one night. I hate Club West though. They had these cool skull beads at the bead shop in Arcata, maybe I’ll go down there for a desperation fuck and an Arcata visit. I love Arcata. If only it was like, city-sized. But then again I guess it wouldn’t have the small-town charm it has. Hm, Jon says he didn’t share his bed with me that night because he thought I’d get attached to him or something. As if. That was so two years ago. I’m so much more mature. I can separate sex from love. And I know that even if I get the first inkling of longing for him, I can just call and let him deluge me with his incoherent, infinitely annoying babblings.
Ahh, Oakenfold. Yum.
dariusofthedark: you weren’t thinking about those things when we almost had that tryst last month or so
TrySomethingWild: no, that was me unable to control my “evil” side. i really hate it when i feel sexual and all that i can think about is sex. sometimes, i just can’t get it out of my mind, until i’ve started something that I wouldn’t do bc i am not one that’s big on sex, so yeah. unfortunatly i get that way
Gosh, you’re almost human, Jon. I want sex. I can freely admit it. And another boring affair with Charley would simply fail to excite me in the way I want to be excited. I hate having no selection. Titty fuck. He’s not going to have sex with me. I should so block him. But no, I’ll just rewrite my script and start again. I so don’t look like a sexual icon, the front of my hair is on the top of my head in a makeshift ponytail, I’m in my coroner shirt and my million-year-old faded blue PJs. I made kind of my last plea in the IM conversation, I’ll see what he does. It depends on what he says to see whether I’ve won or lost the war. God, this shitty music! I’m so going to kill. I have a very limited selection on this computer (small hard drive) but when I get my network going I’ll be able to pull all my music off the computer in the living room. Or on the 15th when I get my 200GB drive I’ll just put it all on that drive. Less lag.
Damn it, I just lost the war. I guess I’m condemed to masturbation for the rest of my life. The world so sucks. Especiallly when I’m not getting laid. Thinking about those skull beads is making me wish I lived there. It would be nice. But then of course I’d be talking with Charley trying to set up a tryst going “God, another Jon fuck would completely bore me.” I hate life. I can never get what I want. Oh this is classic:
TrySomethingWild: the only reason Eli is an acception [sic] is bc ever since he kissed me that night, i’ve wanted him in a non-sexual sort of way
Wanted him in a non-sexual way! So classic. I just want good sex. Is that so wrong? Damn, I’m so only getting eight hours of sleep tonight. I want to woo him in my way, busting out with “I want to fuck you like an animal, lol” but of course one would have to be cultured in the ways of NIN to get that. I guess he’s right, we’re different people. It would never work. He’d never shut up, I’d get pissed off, and we’d never get off. Hmm, Kieth (lexusjedi) sent me this link:
http://www.glossaryofperversion.com/TheListA.html
I wonder what it is. Too lazy to look it up today. Oh, the link on the movie thing isn’t working…I need to fix it. Pooey. It’s 1:32 and I’m never going to get laid. GRR.