Lust, Inevitably Leads To Loneliness Or Something Like That.

My Life Stories, From the highest to the lowest, and the grey area crap inbetween that forms my life so far…

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People


They come in all shapes and forms, short, tall, middle? Muscular, thin or big boned, but what first appearances, are at times extremely different once you start to get to know the particular person, except for complete and utter douches, first appearances definitely defines them as the ultimate douche of “douchness”. For example last Wednesday i had another student night, yes i finished off my Green Label Johnnie Walker, oh the HORROR. So anyway at “The Saloon” my friends and I were playing pool and what seemed like an extremely drunk and dumbed down version of the hulk walked towards us, except not so buff, and well not green, as for the IQ I didn’t know such lower life forms were still around(I was hoping they died off from stupidity and lack of common sense), reminded me of president bush really, but not funny enough to laugh at.

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HAHAHA. That is all….

But oh god he “got up in my grill” hahah but seriously, he tried to convince me and my friends that he had apparently “won” the table, well the single cell organism was apparently at the pool table playing with other mates, yes I’d sympathize, but I’d played several games before he walked over…. So obviously after he started to get all antsy pansy I told him to “Shadazzle off” and i tried my best not to flick him off, but ehehehe what can i say?

So besides that particular incident, people in this state are extremely nice, I’ve got some new buddies, all fans of drinking, the “window shopping”, and are indeed in tune with my sense of humour. WOO! DAMN I NEARLY FORGOT. There is this one guy… BIGGEST COCK HEAD KNOWN TO MAN. Why introduce me to some girls and saying “oi listen to this guy, he has an accent, he’s so smooth and he gets so much pussy!”. Like what the fuck? I didn’t even know this guy? But I don’t care, he has to do a nudie run at some point in this cold weather, so karma and embarrassment is all going to hit this small man. HA. HAHA.

But what confuses me the most, is that men have been stereotyped to be shallow. WHATTTT! The reasoning behind this is that we have temporary memory loss and complete lack of concentration, we also do stupid things, act like apes of old ancestry involved in our mating calls or dancing when we are in a presence of a “hot” girl, or those large and almost magnetic or hypnotic “attention seekers” they are located behind, and in front. But this is absolutely wrong! I speak for myself and all men, that we have pride, we have power and NOTHING CAN TAKE THAT AWAY……………..

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Wait a second! NO! NO! Fine…. I admit it. Its too hard to evade my eyes….. But yeah that’s a picture of me and a stripper, she beat me up, BUT THIS STILL DOESN’T PROVE WE ARE SHALLOW.

So if men are effected by those amazing…….. “attention seekers”, are women vulnerable to such tactics?

Lets find out i want to make a vote on whether you lady readers find this “Fidel Castro” and his “attention seekers” impossible to evade? (now i blotched his face out, for private reasons obviously)

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To cast your vote, look at the comments on this post and there should be one of my comments and you either press the “Thumbs up” whether you like it, or the “Thumbs down” if you don’t.

Now as for me getting beat up by a stripper. (WARNING: IF YOU DON’T WANT MENTAL SCARS DONT READ OR LOOK FURTHER!)

Twas a many moons ago that i happened to go to an event called “Sexpo” (http://sexpo.com.au/) and there was an inflatable castle which was fortunately a strip club. The stripper who “performed” for me was a lovely nice lady, who i respect completely and utterly, As you can see from the picture earlier I’ve got my cheeky grin on and life couldn’t be better. But this was before she tied me to the strippers pole with my own scarf, pulled my pants down, ripped my bonds apart, took off my shirt, and rubbed and humped fruit and ice, into my back, and bit my bum, when she put a pear between my but cheeks. But oh that’s not the end, she whipped me with my own belt, and a studded belt. I had trouble walking, sitting down and LIFE STILL COULDN’T BE BETTER Open-mouthed smile

But there is a picture of my ass in my “morning after folder” and here it is:

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Bite mark and all.

But what concerned me most about my night at the strip club is that i got titties in my face, dry humped, and what i call “fetishly tortured”, which i didn’t pay for, but other people just paid for the torture…. Now maybe my moral values aren’t as fucked up as i thought, haha i was never into the whole hardcore domination thing but strip clubs they “aigghhttt”.

Now I’ve talked about douches, the cockhead, men, my new homies, strippers, the Fidel Castro looking guy, “hot” girls with their “attention seekers” but i haven’t talked about normal or average people. Now this is where it may get confusing but i don’t think there is a such thing as a normal or average person because to me normal is boring, and no matter how stale or un-delightfully monotone a person can be, you just have to get to know them, open them up or get them excited because then comes what i call “fun time”.

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Yours the beat up/tortured and fun time loving

Alexander Vince

 

P.S VOTE! Thumbs up LIKEY! OR Thumbs down NO LIKEY!

P.S.S I will continue my defiance of the so called male stereotype of being shallow, next time.

P.S.S.S I love you all! Open-mouthed smile

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My Whisky


Well not including my glass full, I’m guessing there’s about 200 or so mL’s left in my last birthday bottle of Johnnie Walker Green Label, I have to thank my friends for such an abundance of special alcoholic gifts, as i only had a flask left of my Johnnie Walker Black Label when i got to this frozen dropping of Australia, known as “Tasmania” lovely place though. The thought of no whisky and barely any money to fuel this sweet urine coloured drink leads to my idea of sobriety, forced sobriety. “Yay” to my liver i guess.

 

Getting over people?

Now as of late I’ve noticed a lot of couples accusing each other of a lack of interest or feelings for one another, for example “Omg are you getting over me?” with an angry look while the pussy whipped boyfriend begs her “NO no no no no no waaayyy!”, but if i were him, then fuck yes, that crazy bitch has to go, no way is she giving me the crazy eyes and staying with me! Then there’s the girl with the sincere puppy dog eyes, that is just sooo fucking cute it would make my eyes bleed if i said yes. Now this led me to think, how long does it take to get over an ex or a person?

For me this has been a very long thought of subject, as even I’ve had my delving into the past ex’s, well not quite so literally, some of the time anyway…. What? You can never kill the sweet taste of “after’s sex”… Right?

Its a theory of mine that your not over a person until you literally have no emotional response over the subject of your ex, you do not care whatsoever, because even a “hate” is part of getting over a person, so sorry to those people who think “I hate my ex, he’s an arsehole” or “she’s a bitch” ladidi ladida, its actually a massive tell tale sign of what i call “post-relationship emotional responses” but come on as if you wouldn’t take her or him back, or well at least in the sack? No? Not even on a lonely night and your not taken? If your life depended on it?

Anyway apart from my intense thoughts on ex’s, I have actually had some fun of my own, my first student night/Wednesday night really gave me an insight of the fuck load of fun that happens in this place, a lot of nice people really! Then the Friday night just took me back to square one, the square of disappointment… It was like i was with a virgin, not saying that she is, but a really nice girl though, good sense of humour, apart from the fact that we were both a little plastered and i spent half of bottle of Green label that night ingesting it at an alarming rate, but what confused me even more is that i actually slept naked, and now your thinking “WHAT”, you’ve never slept naked?” no i have, but I’ve never slept naked, drunk and without a course of sexual activities, its strange its like seeing a stoner NOT stoned. That’s not the best part, imagine having her throw up in the morning, and there i am in bed thinking, “well isn’t this the fucking repeat of the virgin Mary” but yes, this is a strange ordeal for me, it was all going well and then BAM, she has a penis…. Just kidding, but seriously its almost like the nose flicking incident, must be the cold weather, or maybe i passed out naked on her bed? Mmmmm…. Thats when remembering seems to come in hand….

Yours the cold and sober one

Alexander Vince

P.s I used to have this almost feminist/sexist follower who actually constantly argued my wrong “doing’s”/“activities” with ex’s it was actually quite nice talking/ arguing/ discussing with her, or maybe him? So pop ever once in a while my friendly Anti-Alexander Vince reader! Smile

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