-Bull Durham

I'm of strange mind. While it would normally bother me to be forced to stay indoors pretty much all day due to nasty, nasty rain, it gave me time to think over a lot of things. First thing's first, though.......

Rome. I've finished the First Season. There may be several snippets here and there that I've missed but I've seen it and enjoyed it. It's no wonder the public didn't get into it. For one thing, the introduction provided by the first episode wasn't something that grabbed a person. The names of everyone, although real, can be confusing. Octavian? Titus Pullo? Lucious? Niobe? It's only after several viewings that you can name someone, at least a favorite.

Mine's Lucious, Pullo, Niobe, Caeser, and I must say that I would never be able to forget the girl that played Cleopatra. The scene where she sends for a fuck-toy and ends up with Pullo fucking her all over the tent was nice. Can't really blame poor Lucious whom turned her down due to being married. Good man for doing so, though.

Tonight was the Second Season's debut. Caeser is now dead thanks to many overcoming him in the senate by assaulting him with knives. Blood, much of it because Caeser doesn't die easily, was spilled all over the floor. It's here that we wonder what is to become of the Republic and how will the scheming Atia remain in Rome alive.

Did you know they used the town crier to announce whom was baking the bread for banquets? Apparently, there is only 1 real baker that uses the finest grains for true Romans.

So sorry but I'm totally in love with HBO's Rome. It's got it all, basically what I surround myself within my mind, politics and sex. We sure as hell know that Romans were kinky bastards because they were known for fucking oxen. Boys? Well, they were free to live out any homosexual tendencies so much cock sucking happened.

Plus, Cleopatra is coming back for the Second Season. That woman......oh, when she walks into Antony's sight, you know there is going to be some major nudity.

So, how are you? I'm awaiting with slowed breath as to this announcement from Illinois's senator, Obama, as to whether he is going to make a run for 08. I may like him but it's within me to be cautious as to whom I support. Caeser let down his guard when it came to Brutus and Casius and look where that got him. Of course, I am from Illinois so this announcement is all over our news channels.

Note: When Zu brought up my love of Berkley Breathed, an amazing cartoonist/author for the political minded asshole within me, I behave like I've just had a Peppermint Pattie. No one could nail the insanity within the Administration like the characters, Binkley, Opus, Steve, and Milo. You must read 'Bloom County' strips from the 80's. Must! Must! Must!

But I've been thinking as to what is wrong with me when I see Sara. You see, I have this problem where I have this insane need to tinker. A lot of men like to go down in basements and do weird things alone. That is I.

The problem lies in the fact that I tend to think about what I need to do. In my insane mind, I have a list of things I've just got to do or they take up whatever is in front of me. While Sara was sleeping, I lay there staring at the ceiling a couple times thinking of all that I needed to catch up on thanks to an insane work-hour situation. Things were such a mess.

Remember that time on New Year's Eve where I talked of how Sara slammed me into the wall of the apartment's bathroom to kiss me and leave me stunned while she laughed as she peed? I think that was the moment where I thought to myself how I needed to stop fretting over my silly little list, get it done, and give this girl that enjoys dishing out sexy pain a good time.

That's what I've been doing, tinkering. I'm working on various things that I've wanted to do so I can think of them no more. Comics are up and away. The closet is cleared of all old clothes to take to Goodwill. As many pictures as possible were put in the scrapbook only to find I need 10 more pages. The complications are endless but I really just want to kiss that girl!

No matter how many times I tell Sara that it is crazy for her to be in love with me, she puts her fingers to my lips. I'm to shut-up. I don't know. How many times a day do I have to go through wondering what it is that makes me so great to her? I'm the jock-looking-dork-inside while she's the artist-bondage-loving-brown-eyed-girl.

There's no real sex information to tell. I'm still enjoying a blog of a South Carolina girl's life in Germany, Prague, and even Amsterdam. Must be nice to experience a lot of the things America once enjoyed as freedom actions. If you're allowed to get drunk in your apartment, you should certainly feel free to get stoned as well. Prostitution's plague called 'pimps' would be no more if people could use 'em how they want to.

Note: I hate pimps. I hate how rappers and various people in the black community see them as something to look up to. I hate MTV for using the word 'pimp' to describe how great a car or anything is. Pimps are nothing but useless people with horribly tacky clothes far worse than pink overalls no matter how sweetly gay the farmer.

So, I leaveth you here. Go rent Rome or buy the expensive DVD set. I'm in need of someone to talk to me about how good/bad it is. Both sexes should be impressed with the scenery. HBO doesn't go light on the viewing of naked bodies. Enjoy seeing large penises bow tied? Beautifully tiny boobs bouncing up and down? Perfectly kept pubic hair as a girl exits the bath? Even I must say that Antony is a very handsome lad at using his vulgar power to kick out Brutus from the Senate. He just won't get out of bed til he's fucked someone. Happy twats all around.

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