You could see me reaching so why couldn't you have met me half way? I don't know how to reach out anymore. Last night I reached out for a shot glass and a bottle of 100 proof Yukon Jack. With that and an Ambien, I had Blackjack 21. I was out before I knew what hit me (it was the floor). And now I am awake and well. Next time I do that I am staying in my room and laying on my bed. No more walking around.

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I went and saw Pineapple Express last night. That movie and Dark Knight have become my favorites. Pineapple Express was fucking hilarious. I could relate to the entire movie at one point or another in my life. And the entire movie was believable. I think that is the most I have ever laughed at a movie. Non-stop laughing.

I like the setup I have in my bedroom. I have my box spring and mattress on the floor. It's a lot more zen for me to wake up lower to the floor. I'm not even sure I need a box spring, but I like the extra height.

At work today I began another project. This one is for the sister companies website. This will be the third I have made since I started here in April. A bunch of my friends have asked me for help as of lately too. And I am more than happy to help because this stuff is a piece of cake for me. It doesn't take long to do it all. It's fucking simple for me these days. I remember when it took me months on end to create a simple, yet functional website. Today, it might take me a few months to get a site up, but these days much more is involved. I use a database for every site I create. The company I work for has a pretty intricate site that has a lot of crazy relationships with other data. I look back on some of the stuff I have done and I'm like, "wow, I can't believe I did that, much less got it working."

And I hate it when I am at work at my desk with headphones in and someone tries to talk to me. I can't hear you. I don't want to. That is why I have headphones in, man.

I was at the bars in downtown Kent almost every night last week and the week before. During that time, I had some great conversations with my bro's. One of the conversations involved a cheers and a, "wow, we're fucking lucky." We were talking about how lucky the three of us have been for not having contracted a STD or STI. We've been with a lot of girls between us. A lot. I'm at 11.5. There were several occasions that we didn't use condoms. Sometimes never at all with a girl. I know quite a few people who have STD's and I'm sure I even came into contact with them at different points in my life. I'm fucking lucky to not have anything. I'd thank god for it, but instead I will thank my mother and father for the genes I have and I'll thank myself for having a good immune system. God, I'd seriously chop my dick off if I caught something. I can't imagine how hard it is to be living with an STD that you'll be passing on to anyone you're with for the rest of your life because once you have that shit, you have it for life.

I've learned a lot in my time alive. One thing I have learned is condoms suck ass. You can't feel shit. And you surely can't trust anyone to tell you they're clean because chances are, they're not. They're filthy as shit and you'll catch what they have if you aren't awesome like me. I think if I ever plan on going steady with another bitch, I'm going to make an appointment with a doctor where we both go and get tested at the same time. Otherwise, I'm wrapping that shit up tight because you can't take someones word, no matter how much you think you know about them. No clap, no gonorrhea, no genital warts, no hpv, no aids, no herpes, no problems at all. A few scares here and there, but never anything other than a fucking zit on my balls and above my shaft. I have a healthy dick and I'm looking to keep it that way.