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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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

The High Road


QUICK CATCH UP ON MY LIFE:

– No girlfriend. Didn’t end on good terms, but then again most never do. In short, things don’t always work out, apart from that its too long and complex to explain. But then again I wasn’t truthful with myself, which you can see in my blogs from before, quite a state of denial indeed.

– Work is great.

– Life is definitely fantastic, with its leaps and bounds of joy.

– Plenty of coffee, French cafe music, and cigarettes while sitting in the wonderful sun growing a tan with my best friend Adam.

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Adam and I “chilling” in the glorious sun!  Smile

Now to the main part of my blog! (Be warned its a bit of a serious blog)

So picture me trying to hold together a good moral decision against a chance of early morning lust filled adventures, while “under the influence of alcohol’, a tremendous amount of attraction towards this particular individual, as well as a sex drive that on most occasions drives me to a barely self contained insanity.

To a great deal of surprise I took the high road instead of the lower; where my previous sexual young deviant self wouldn’t of thought twice. I founded a great deal of respect for myself in doing so.

Your probably wondering where my reasoning behind my moral decision came from; well it was due to the fact this particular person was in a relationship and drunken decisions are often seen as a decision that is easily accused as the wrong decision “mistakenly made” due to the inebriation, unlike a sober decision which is less likely to be seen as such a mistake. it’s not only because of the thoughts  of “a regretful decision” but there is a respect that i hold for this particular girl, and if i were to ever perhaps show my feelings or even be friends with her, a drunken mishap and the guilt she would of felt by making that decision so quickly or without any reasoning(other than, oh he’s funny, cute and wants me so bad) would most likely destroy any chances of that possibly happening. Yes my drunken mind made this split second moment of massive thought and decision; when our eyes met, both of us steadily but softly leaning and quietly arching in for what was leading towards a kiss, and i turned my cheek. But things differed the next day with many a talks.

Its never been my intention of causing frustration or grief, we’ll see how things go but “I hope”.

Yours the more self respected and hopeful

Alexander Vince

Pinky’s Farm


Wednesday the 23rd of February….

So here I’m thinking, Jesus its been a while………

No I’m not praying. I’m surprised at how long its been since my last blog!!!

The last time you’ve heard from me i was a little depraved and of course ashamed, but HEY! I’m on that adventure now! Down in a Tasmanian city called Launceston:
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Population of 100,000 people, and so far i only know my land lady, whose 60, and other residents who are around the same age unfortunately. As far as uni goes, its a mish mash of the multicultural experience where i have met only a few people, but hopeful my endeavours of student night tonight, will go far.  Smile

As for my accommodation I’m staying in a colonial house built in the 1840’s and was apparently called “Pinky’s farm” and the first owners, actually owned most of the land outside Launceston city, but apart from that history lesson, its a nice house, but a big fucking nice house Open-mouthed smile

Here’s some pictures of my room! ENJOY!

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Now as for my uni, I’m attending The Australian Maritime College : http://www.amc.edu.au/

Now with my boredom level creeping up slowly, my hopes are held high for this student night tonight!

I haven’t told you about my exciting time since I’ve last “blogged” (hahah still have a strange feeling when saying that), My birthday oh that was a night i wish i completely remembered,  and my boys nights before i left Sydney!

My one and only birthday picture i took:

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Yes… Me in my drunken state thought it’d be funny to take a picture of my vomit, the only part you’d find funny is that i slipped in it on the way back…. Yummy…

As for my birthday i had a little shindig at my place, where i drank myself silly for the afternoon. As for the night me and my mates booked a hotel room in a place called “Cronulla” to which we stumbled in with alcohol induced mischief! Now if the slipping in vomit didn’t make you giggle or at least smile, then imagine me trying to talk to a girl because she was obviously distraught over some fella and then i got flicked on the nose, quite literally flicked on the nose! Now I’ve had a slap or an angry expression but a flick was by far the most amusing rejection I’ve ever had, i nearly fell on the floor laughing at the time!

Now the mischief after involved getting excessively  drunk and topples…. With the mates hahaha

My 20th bday

 

Apart from that, the morning left me something like the morning after my friends and i walked the harbour bridge after the pub… As you can see…

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My mate Floyd “the morning after”…

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The boys night……. Which turned into the boys nights, the Friday and the Saturday, twas alright, enjoyed the Saturday quite a bit Smile with tongue out

Here’s some of the boys and me on the saturday night:

my farewell

Now I shall love you and leave you for next time Smile because I’m off to succumb to my Deprived, Traumatic, Fun!

Yours the hopeful and a year older

Alexander Vince

Up Yourself?


Alright everyone has met the despicable head up arse person or people, that are so in love with themselves it literally makes vomiting a decision without choice. But i must admit, you have to love yourself a little, otherwise how do you expect people to be interested in a person that doesn’t take pride in themselves right?

Although I don’t think many can top some of the all so self righteous models, or supermodels, yes on the inside they may be insecure mortal beings stressing over every flaw and fibre, but on the outside they do look bloody gorgeous right? But with looks does snobbery come as an extra?Pretty damn terrible extra i say, they should get Bluetooth, power steering, or leather seats instead.

But obviously I didn’t get the memo when i happen to meet this 6”2 supermodel, she should of had a sign like at the theme park rides, “you have to be at least this far up my arse to talk to me”, well I admit I sweet talk from time to time, but hell no am I going to be a dancing monkey for some pretty face, especially when I’m on my holiday in Bali. So I was soon bored of talking to this “pretty face” that  was “So serious” and lacking in any imagination to have fun as well as posing, and pouting by herself at every palm tree, bar, every square metre of beach, sun chairs, pools, and of course any length of walkway that resembled a catwalk, but I truly felt sorry for her sibling sister, who was the “designated” photographer and was actually good to talk to.  In both Gilly’s and my own opinion she was far better looking and more fun then her “supermodel” sister, and most models I’ve met are great and nice people but I have to say snobbery is definitely not a turn on, I feel sorry for her future boyfriend.

SEE ITS NOT ALL ABOUT LOOKS!

Well while I’ve been in Bali, I’ve also invested in some lovely Bingtang beer, clothes, as well as dvd’s that are surprisingly good quality, one of my favourites though that caught my eye has to be “death to the supermodels” something that made me giggle, but unfortunately the serious supermodel didn’t react the same way… Which is too bad. Laughing out loud

Yours the not serious at all

Alexander Vince

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