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GOD DAMMIT! Why Isn’t It?


Okay so I’ve been attempting to not smoke or well to smoke less. I have succeed with the latter, but that’s exactly why I called it an attempt, I feel no need when I’m with “Missy” unless inebriated… Now I’m here in the lounge room, its 12.55 AM, and I am actually contemplating buying cigarettes, work is filled to the brim with employees that smoke, I would love a drink right now, along with a cigarette. Its such a bad thing, I spent the last two days not smoking at all, even while drinking.

FUCK IT. I’ll be back with a taste of death sticks, and a drink.

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I was going to talk about my weekend of tom foolery but I’ve been following some of the antics that has been going on with the Australian Government’s decision to review the changing of the law to enable for “Gay” marriage, and I’m too encompassed. With the apparent loving of all “god’s” creations; most Christians in Australia are against it, being non-accepting, un-loving of this change, directly going against what it means to be a Christian, which is “accepting of all”. But its not just Christians, its atheists, its everyone else who are part of the minority that is, the majority do not have the right restrict the minority, neither does a minority restrict another minority, why do they choose to do so?

I myself if you haven’t noticed am not religious whatsoever but I still have my beliefs. I believe that yes, let homosexuals marry, yes let them adopt and raise children of their own, yes lets support their right to do so, their right, their freedom, their choice.

Lately its appeared to me that the gravity of many religious, political, social, and ethical groups are taking it in their own hands to take away our freedom, our rights. Taxing cigarettes, hindering the right for homosexuals to get married, taxing alcohol, making it illegal to smoke while sitting outside at a cafe having your coffee, changing to plain packaging of cigarettes, not allowing cigarettes to be on display, crusading against abortions, sex, pornography and every so called “sinful” and apparently “bad” thing, which is slowly getting taken away.

Do you not have the choice?

Do you not take responsibility for your actions?

Do you not have the right?

Is it not your life?

To those groups, and people taking away our choices or restricting our choices!

LiveyourlifeandletmelivemyLifeYouvebeentrolledbyyourbrain

“I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible – Jew, Gentile, Black Man, White.

We all want to help one another – human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone – the way of life can be free and beautiful…

Let us fight to free the world. To do away with national barriers. To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason. A world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.”

– Part of the “final speech” from “The Great Dictator” performed by Sir Charlie Chaplin

This is the world I want, this is what I believe in, this is the way it should be and GOD DAMMIT! Why isn’t it?

Yours the hopeful

Alexander Vince

True story

A Smile


So to end another weekend of  bright sunshine, joyous, coffee, cigarettes, drinking, brilliance and work i had a highlight, it was on the Sunday night, I had a date with a beautiful blonde (lets call her Missy). At a nice restaurant called “Silt” accompanied with a bottle of champagne, our conversations were  never ending! Working its way into our precious history as children, adolescents, and adults as well our families past and how we came to be comparing each others colourful lives with interest and admiration, so practically I came to find and cement my thoughts of the things that makes this particular “Missy” special. What many find an average dinner date of entree’s, a main course and a dessert, this was far beyond my expectations, so much better in fact, to have a date go so nice and smoothly, even if we were partially inebriated following a distinct straight mix of port, limes, Cointreau and liqueur. I was supremely happy and for once i felt obligated AND willing to pay the bill, which was Pittance for such a splendorous, joyful night, I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a connection on a first date, not one just of lust but when you see that one sparkle that shows its potential for something that can be the star burning bright, along with your excited caffeinated butterflies in your stomach, it does bring a smile to your face.

Our night didn’t end there, home I didn’t go until the morning’s light and let’s just say we “rocked the casbah”. I took comfort in her company and her ridiculously comfortable bed, waking up to her aqua blue eyes and the highlight for my weekend a smile.

Yours the all round happy

Alexander Vince

 

P.s Me before my date: A haircut and HOORAY a weight off my head!

Picture of me before my date

Casino Royale


Thursday 10th of March

Yes Tomorrow(Friday) i will be heading off to the casino, all suited up, ready to kill some.. Oh wait that’s what James Bond does, I’m just going there with my buddies! to get fucked up i guess….

Now its been “grinding my gears” with no alcohol since Wednesday, and yes its been showing; there’s more colour in my face, no bags under my eyes, and no headaches…. But I’ve been told by a few people I‘m actually better when i drink, mmm alcohol doesn’t seem to effect my lifestyle, but it sure brings an almost casual feel to all situations, I guess its the lack of Johnnie Walker in my possession that has created this ramble you’ve been reading, now put up with it Open-mouthed smile 

I’ve been scrounging my money, all week to try and at least have a good time this Friday, meh, what’s the point though, I might as well become the “friendly neighbourhood drug dealer, who facilitates all your illegal chemist needs for bargain prices!” lets see how long I last, but alas I know nobody, well not many people who choose such career prospects in this city of Launceston. But that’s way to cliché a uni student who deals drugs?

Now how else will one get more money! Your probably thinking “get a job! You lazy so and so” well its not like i haven’t been trying? But for now, gardening for my land lady seems alright, and for you dirty minded bastards I’m actual gardening! You have no idea how many times that dirty thought has been raised and in my place I choose not to think that way, even though if it were someone else in my place I would think the same dirty way i always do without a second thought…  Mmm “Great minds think alike” is a statement as true as gravity, or men are more superior to women… Oh just kidding! Smile with tongue out

As for women, its been alright, more study = less ‘fun time’.

Now as for the whole drug thing, there are a lot of people who are against it, and yes i agree it really fucks with people’s heads, and they’re not the same ever again, but experimenting for some is almost like living your life fully, tasting exotic cuisines, or trying every type of the female variety, which seems shallow, but as if you ladies have never wanted to try different ethnicities, such as the stereotyped, well endowed black man, African, or African-American and etc.. Its just finding a niche and working it Smile so experimenting with drugs as i see it from a not so mature personal point of view is okay, but you have to know when to stop, maybe just to try that one time and at least you have that experience, almost like seeing that one in a life time meteor shower, except your seeing shit that isn’t there, drugs in most of my family discussions is made completely and utterly forbidden, if some parents weren’t so strict, their children might not rebel in such ways, but meh not my problem, i try here and there, but nothing that I’ve found addictive, most of the time its an anti-climax filled with washing powder.

ANYWHOOO here’s my clothing attire for Friday night:

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Pimping? Open-mouthed smile

Yours the broke, casino man, James Bond wanna be

Alexander Vince

P.S My land lady’s dog and cat had a Mexican stand off…

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