Mrs. Pascal: "You raise cattle. Children just happen."

-The House Of Yes

Well, I see that my dream of an NCAA battle between my local college team and North Carolina has finally come to reality. It's a hard time for me to even root for my own due to a love of Michael Jordan's old college team, North Carolina, and the town where everyone wears a side of orange to show so much team spirit. I'm not joking around that I have seen more of that color than any other.

By the way, I am wearing orange and, yes, I am wearing underwear. White/grey to be exact if you are of the kinky type that needs to call cute girls (like Sammy) or weird males (like me!) that work at Frito Lay at odd hours just to ask. Really, isn't that what customer service is all about?

I've spent much of today playing the dreaded form of catch-up I find myself in after a trip. A drive downtown to pick up a comic I have a weird love for, BloodRayne, thanks to the comic shop owner liking me. I'm good with dorks, really! Then, it's off to the dreaded sad excuse of a mall to attend the antique thingee I enjoy due to an intense love of movie posters' artwork.

Right now, I am at a toss-up over Friday the 13th Part 4's movie poster or Resident Evil theatrical print. To put it bluntly, I choose either a sexy as hell Milla Jovovich or a hockey mask with a knife speared through the eyehole with blood pooling all around. Choosey Mike chooses Friday the 13th due to the nostaligia it provides me.

We all find things of sentimental value so it's kind of a shock to have things I loved as a kid come back to me so fast. I discussed a comic I was obsessed with long ago thanks to finding it in a used bookstore in Indiana for only 60 cents! I'm glad Sara did not offer to buy it for me since this is just too personal of an item. Now, I've got old movie posters on my mind but you know what? I've got far too much so they'll have to wait for another day.

As for the antique thingee, not much of what I don't have. Old issues of Sports Illustrated don't thrill me. Beer signs are nice but I'm not in college anymore. My collection of butterfly knives could use a new addition but money is tight (thank you, oil CEOs!). Movie memorabilia is just the kind of kink I need but I'm too lazy to go through all the old movie star photos or even mags with pictures of the lovely Keira Knightley. We'll see how much energy I have tomorrow.

I'm sure there are people groaning about my love of trips down memory lane. At some point, you will find your own eyes all water up thanks to seeing that Hello Kitty lunchbox that you had in 3rd Grade all while people stare in horror as you think that Mom's warm ravioli is actually in that thermos.

In case you wanted to know, my thermos had Kool-Aid and not THAT type of kool-aid.

Gawd, I missed the gym like a lesbian misses the female mullet. Walked in to a jaw dropping moment where Nick came up to me as he left the gym and asked me if I was engaged yet. I didn't know what to say to that question but I showed him my ring finger. It was tempting to show the other finger due to being a friendly male that just happens to throw it out as my form of saying "hello."

It takes a lot to make my jaw drop but Nick's asking of such a question had it. Geez, I've only seen Sara a total of 16 days and about 600 emails. Does this one make you laugh, too, Sara?

Hugs abound as I see Brianne walk into the gym. A huge grin follows from both of us as I grab my "sis." It's just funny how so many guys look at us since she is just 16 and Brianne and I are playfully deep in our conversations:

Brianne: "Would you get your penis pierced?"

Me: "Hell, no! Nothing metal gets close to it."

What I love is Brianne's reaction to how I love it when Sara bites me. You see, I guess I just love it but some people find it a bit too.........odd? I'm lucky in that any type of teeth marks easily disappear but, well, you've got to see Sara and what I've done to her neck or shoulders. Yes, I have been spanked and it hurt pretty damn good. Who else finds this amusing?

So, the Pope has died and I must say that I feel little sadness over a guy that continued to follow outdated beliefs. There are going to be many segments in news shows about Pope John Paul II but to me he was just a man that had deep interests that were not my own. I have no love of this thinking that there is someone looking down at us and helping certain teams defeat others or helping in the creativity in music. Jesse Ventura said it best:

"Religion is a crutch for the feeble minded."

That's not to say that I don't believe in anything. I'm spiritual in my own way that I think living things have their own souls that continue to live on in reincarnation. All forms of life are beautiful and I find a weird love in that orgasms and all things sexual to be wonderful and to be enjoyed all while respected. Unlike many religions that find this disgusting, I love a good fuck in various places and am proud to share my thoughts on sex.

In other news, Sara, Sammy, and I are awaiting the release of Garbage's newest album due on April 12th. It's been a long time and the sight of Shirley Manson's bringing back her old look is quite exciting. If you've ever seen her in concert, you'll know that I shed a few tears as she took the mic and absolutely dominated the stage on that Halloween night where Smashing Pumpkins also played. It was beauty personified and a form of art that not many could duplicate thanks to a tiny girl with red hair whom a friend of mine met while working as security.

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