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    Saturday, November 28th, 2009
    3:57 pm
    11 hours
    Solid. Well, almost; we stopped to open up more wine, then sake, then I explained some beer to her and then we ran out because she wanted to get a toy to try out. And then we smoked. But still, about half a day once Spirited Away ended (good date movie, who knew?). It's not that I want to be all "YEAH BRO!" and brag, but i have to admit it's nice to know I can be "Noone's ever made me feel this good in my life!" good when the chemistry is there.

    ...now if I only this wasn't a fling while she was visiting family for the weekend :\
    Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
    1:34 pm
    Here's some spam I got today.
    "hey!! check this out, my HUBBY found your email .. arghh .. so we REALLY had it out, he hit me in the face and i called the cops!! so he's actually in jail right now lol, and out of the picture for at least a few days .. we should meet up RIGHT NOW!!! call me asap !!"

    Oooh yeah baby, I totally want to sign up and call you now, cuz nothing makes me hornier than spousal abuse!
    Friday, May 29th, 2009
    8:25 pm
    It's all good, you know what you're doing
    So I made a new friend last night. Had some champagne; I never really drink champagne, more of a beer guy, and while it's low alcohol and high sugar, I think I might find more excuses to try it.

    Anyways, this was actually a good hookup off Craigslist ( I know! I didn't believe it either). She said that she's only been able to get off from oral from one guy before, so I went down on her for roughly two hours. A little excessive, I know, but It's been like 2 months since I had a satisfying chance to pleasure a lady, and that's one of my favorite things to do, so I was feeling enthusiastic. And yes, I'm #2 now.

    Anyways, that's not the point, I just wanted to convey that I had fun last night, and perhaps brag a little bit.

    THE POINT is that I woke up late this morning and had to do a bunch of paperwork to clear up a grading error for my class. So I toss on some clothes, jot down the information I need and walk over to campus. Halfway there, I realized that I hadn't washed my face or beard since I stopped eating her out at 3 am. And even worse (better?) I'm wearing the pants she, um, moistly dry-humped and soaked through last night. While I remembered her as not having much of a scent, it's possible I'm in the "you smell so much you can't even tell yourself" anymore place, so I had a minor freakout for the rest of the walk over. Washed my face, hoped to got my pants didn't really smell and rolled into the office. I don't think anyone noticed anything, but then again they were probably too polite to point it out if they did.

    Sometimes I'm really glad I have a "filthy porn" journal, I don't know where else I could have shared this.

    Monday, June 2nd, 2008
    11:07 pm
    Taking a test to help me procrastinate.
    The Existential Loneliness Test
    Your Score: Alienated Optimist
    You scored 30 Socially Involved, 44 Alienated, 36 Contented and 43 Optimistic

    You're a lonely one, alienated, not very social, and socially very discontented. Perhaps something terrible has recently befallen you, and you're trying to find your way out. Apparently you think there's a way, too, as your optimism score was somewhat high. I don't know how you manage to foster optimism under the conditions, but I find it admirable and wish you the best.

    Ouch, yo. At least I have optimism on my side?

    Current Music: NIN - Discipline
    Friday, May 30th, 2008
    11:24 pm
    Okay, so this is a full transcription of a conversation I had tonight. WTF is going on?

    PristineSalmon (10:58:07 PM): Help I'm a salmon. Any ideas?
    Me (10:58:20 PM): Swim upstream?
    PristineSalmon (10:58:33 PM): ...who are you?
    Me (10:58:36 PM): also, tell me who you are?
    PristineSalmon (10:58:45 PM): it's adam isnt it
    Me (10:58:54 PM): heh, you're the one who contacted me, you first.
    Me (10:59:05 PM): and no, my name isn't Adam.
    PristineSalmon (10:59:06 PM): Lia... answer me though
    PristineSalmon (10:59:25 PM): I didnt contact you
    PristineSalmon (10:59:38 PM): and I did answer
    Me (10:59:55 PM): Well you've contacted me out of the blue so I'm at a loss.... And yeah, I totally got this message out of nowhere.
    PristineSalmon (11:00:24 PM): I did not I just got an im from you... ?
    PristineSalmon (11:00:29 PM): just tell me who you are
    PristineSalmon (11:01:03 PM): there's no way you're not adam
    Me (11:01:11 PM): And I just got "Help I'm a salmon. Any ideas?" out of nowhere, so I'm just as confused as you are.
    Me (11:01:41 PM): My name's Travis, I don't even know an Adam. maybe you have the wrong AIM SN?
    PristineSalmon (11:02:11 PM): no it just sounds like something he'd do, where'd you get my sn?
    Me (11:03:01 PM): I didn't! I literally got "Help I'm a salmon. Any ideas?" a second ago, and have no idea WTF is going on. You didn't send that message?
    PristineSalmon (11:03:33 PM): no I didnt... you did
    Me (11:03:53 PM): ...okay, so what's the first message you got?
    PristineSalmon (11:04:13 PM): PristineSalmon (1:57:58 AM): Help I'm a salmon. Any ideas?
    Me (11:04:47 PM): Yeah, that's what you sent to me, I didn't send that.
    Me (11:04:56 PM): This is rather bizarre.
    PristineSalmon (11:05:14 PM): yeah... w/e
    Me (11:06:05 PM): Honestly, you messaged me saying "Help I'm a salmon. Any ideas?" 5 minutes ago, and I have no idea why. Did you recieve anything from me before that?
    PristineSalmon (11:06:31 PM): nope. I still think you're adam.
    Me (11:07:58 PM): Yeah, stiill dunno who this Adam guy is, though I respect his apparent mastery of mindgames. Promise you I'm not Adam, scout's honor.
    PristineSalmon (11:08:54 PM): like that means anything online, I dont really care though.
    Me (11:09:01 PM): Honestly, unless you're someone on Craigslist I e-mailed a little while ago, I have no idea how you're contacting me.
    Me (11:09:36 PM): And you contacted me first, I only responded to your message.
    PristineSalmon (11:09:53 PM): no I didnt.. but ok
    PristineSalmon (11:09:59 PM): it really doesnt matter
    Me (11:10:28 PM): no, it doesn't. Have a good night Lia.
    PristineSalmon (11:10:56 PM): you too salmon guy
    Me (11:11:04 PM): wait, what's my SN?
    PristineSalmon (11:11:15 PM): PristineSalmon
    Me (11:11:30 PM): WTF, that's your SN.
    Me (11:11:41 PM): PristineSalmon (10:58:07 PM): Help I'm a salmon. Any ideas?
    Me (11:12:23 PM): my SN is ______, yours is pristine salmon. This is seriously bizarre.
    PristineSalmon (11:12:59 PM): my sn is IhaveaLia... I think you're making this up
    Me (11:13:32 PM): As do I. obviously someone is having a joke at our expense.
    PristineSalmon signed off at 11:14:28 PM.
    PristineSalmon is offline and will receive your IMs when signing back in.
    Me (11:14:48 PM): I think your friend adam is an evil genius, because this is seriously confusing.
    PristineSalmon signed on at 11:16:31 PM.
    Me (11:18:40 PM): Okay, so this is bizarre and it's making me curious. Do you live in CA? do you got to CSUN?
    PristineSalmon (11:18:59 PM): no totally opposite side of the country
    Me (11:19:08 PM): rough location?
    PristineSalmon (11:19:40 PM): um near the new england ares
    Me (11:20:17 PM): yeah, I have one freind who lives in NYC, and that's it. I think this is some intensely bizarre fluke of AIM.
    PristineSalmon (11:20:37 PM): ok
    Me (11:22:36 PM): I'm really not seeing any potential connection here, so unless you really want to get to the bottom of this I'm gonna wish you a good night and leave this alone.
    PristineSalmon (11:23:22 PM): it's not like you're going to figure out anything and youre probly some old rapist guy so tata
    Me (11:24:01 PM): heh, fair enough. Though I figured you were the creepy old rapist. Bye.
    Thursday, April 10th, 2008
    11:38 pm
    I was caught on camera getting an apple-juice based fungus off a hippy with a bad 70's porn moustache (and he wasn't even wearing it ironically, THAT's how much of a hippy he was!).
    ME, ON CAMERA WITH HIPPIES.
    They didn't get my info, so I doubt they'll use the footage. But still, I've been identified commingling with hippies! Does this mean I'm a hippy now? Oh god, I don't think I could live with that!
    Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
    9:49 pm
    So, um, how's things?

    I know noone reads this, considering I don't really use this journal for much, but maybe someone out there gives a shit?

    So yeah, I'm a grad student now! I was just admitted to CSUN for a master's in Psychology, yayzorz!

    The bad part is that they only told me two weeks before school started. So now I'm commuting across LA until I find housing, a job, get finaid sorted and so on. So yeah, if any of you out there in interweb land happen to be intelligent women, there'd a new loser in Nortridge who'd love to meet you and hang out sometime. And if you have a couch free, I could probably use a place to crash for a night or two, I'm ghetto like that.
    Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
    7:19 pm
    HA! This threadless model looks so much like me it's scary.

    http://www.threadless.com/product/605/Everything_is_A_OK

    I mean, um, AHOY MATEY! YARRR!
    Sunday, July 2nd, 2006
    12:09 am
    Oh shit, someone linked to my LJ! Quick, I gotta make it look like I actually use this thing! Crap, I can't, WHAT SHOULD I DO?!
    Monday, March 14th, 2005
    7:02 pm
    Did you forget to celebrate today? There's still time, show him you love him!
    Sunday, December 26th, 2004
    1:47 am
    wow, so I'm actually posting!
    So something weird happened the other day. I'm currently moving into the LA area, and tentatively checking out the job situation. I went on Craigslist and responded to a tutoring add for this girl, 18, who wanted help with SATs and school. She got back to me, except she wants to "get a taste of college" and pay for this deal through blowjobs. Yeah, blowjobs, and most likely fucking her in the ass.

    Now, the problem is, she has NO pictures, no info aside from "Pasadena" and she wants me to jump through all these hoops. To be honest, the blowjob deal sounds kinda tempting. But suddenly 18 is sounding kinda like it might be a lie, I'm expected to meet her mom and lie my ass off, and how do I even know this is a cop? Long story short, she probably is real, but definitely stupid/insane, and no pics so I'd be willing to bet not much of a looker. And to be honest, I'm not really that kinda guy. It'd be fun, but I generally try not to get involved unless the girl's really something (yeah, I'm kinda a picky bastard, it's cuz I'm so nice!). I'd really rather not take advantage of a girl in a situation like that, not to mention that's a really good way for things to get weird and crazy.

    Besides, if she wants a "taste of college" and plans on getting everywhere via hummers, she should probably get used to being tossed aside a lot. Frat boys are a lot less considerate than me.

    So, uh, yeah that was kinda surreal. If you're a dude near pasadena and want to risk running afoul of stautory rape laws with some high school skank, I guess I can give you her AIM name. She didn't remember the 3 hour conversation we had the day afterward, so just tell her you're me or something.

    Now if only girls I were interested in would be that forthcoming.
    Monday, December 6th, 2004
    9:12 pm
    Hello
    Umm, this is a random, semi-anonymous journal. To be honest, I wanna access some rather improper sections of livejournal, and don't want that to show up on my friend's page, on account of access at work and the prying eyes of friends. I mean, if a certain 01100111 would give me access to their journal, I'd consider maybe putting stuff in here worth reading. But as things stand now, this is just my hidden hole in the wall where I keep dirty, nasty things like chicken heads and midget porn.

    So, uh FRIENDS ONLY (and I have no friends!)
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