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SprawlingTiger
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Name: William
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Norfolk
Birthday: 2/25/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Biking, DDR, Gaming, Reading Manga, Random Business Ventures, cosplay, Con-running (in both ways), manipulation, balance, random philosophical lamentations, injuring myself someway.
Expertise: None. I'm a Jack of All Trades, King of None.
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
5/13/2001
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| Self Mutilation, But not really. 
Yesterday, after cleaning up my place and taking a shower, I came down with a case of itchigroinitis. Now as you know there are a limited amount of solutions to this problem, but only one that has lasting releif. So, rather than scratch it for 20+ minutes I got my handy dandy electric razor trimmed my hedges. A scant number of hairs had actually sprouted from the tree as opposed to the forest so without hesitation, I shaved a path up. And promptly dropped the shaver as I felt a sharp pang of pain in my wang. I check myself, and there is this wicked little tiger slash pattern of cuts on me that show the extremely white whatever (next layer of skin?) beneath. I'm like cool, a few seconds pass no blood. So I finish up...and apparently it was just waiting for me to get done. The small cuts bleed the worse and whatnot. So, I look in my medical supplies cabinet and it comes to me that bandaids shant cut it. They will not provide enough coverage nor will they stay still. So, I go to the kitchen, grab some duct tape, some tissue, and the neosporin rip-off that we have. Hijinks ensue, bam it's all clean and crisp. I just best avoid DDR or hip moving for a couple of days. This is not where the story ends, though. It's late, and I can't sleep yet, as my wang begins to announce that it wants to be emptied to pornographic material. At first, I'm fighting it, thinking that I should do this with cuts on it, I might agitate the injury. Then I realize that I might want to check and see if it still works right. So I starts to purvey the penis popping plethora of pornographic memorabilia (sp?) that resides on the net. ...remember when I said I used duct tape and tissue to close the wound? Well, obstensibly this has the effect of a ring of sorts and as I get just about ready to work it out, I'm with my first experience of having it squeezed down on with any...loet alone alot of force. Let me just say, when you don't see it coming, things happening below the belt are downright frightening. I mean, I thought those cuts were working random evil voodoo and I was (not) screwed for life. I rip the bandage off, the bleeding's pretty much stopped and it didn't even make that much of a mess. Now, how am I going to test it to see if it works. Years of gaming and playing outside have left my hands calloused and none-too gentle. Normally, my own skin is armored against my strength but today I need something to buffer it. Who knew triple fold tp was so good? In the end, it still works and all is well. I'm hoping the scars heal up and leave the pattern.
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| Alive.
Just felt like pointing out that I didn't die yet, my inner emo child just took a long hiatus. Don't expect much updates since I never really formed a community, but this looks appealing enough to keep in use.
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| Achoo! Ow...
I am sick and can't sleep. This is so friggin' weak. My head hurts, nose is stuffed, and I wanna cookie. *sighs* Oh well, whning complete, going to have some rice....and pgi's feet. Man pig's feet are greasy...and don't taste good. *shrug* Meat is meat if only for this time.
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Troublesome...
So,
time has passed and apparently something has popped into the emotional
part of my brain quite unbidden. I have no idea when it started,
or even what motivated it. Let me take that back. I
know it's hormones that are fueling, but hey, such is the spice of
life, non? I've been thinking about certain friends in not-so
friendly ways. Ok, maybe that is a misleading term. I've
been thinking of them in far-too friendly ways. They hang out
with each other all the time and sometimes with the rest of us, but
it's like pulling teeth to ever get one of them on their own. The
worst part is, I have no idea how to pursue this if I do, or which one
to pursue first. Yeh yeh, I know, it's greedy to want more than
just one. Hm, I'm hanging out with one of them and a couple of
other friends tomorrow. Maybe, I'll talk to her about this
then. Like I have the courage to do that. Eh, you never
know.
-Ja na
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| Who knew? 
So....when did webjournals get so popular? Why are they written? From all the jokes on the net, they look to be little more than just a place for people to whine. Feh, not excactly productive, but an understandable choice. I mean, my motivation for this thing is to get out my thoughts and see how I managed to not be as weak as I was in the past. Damn, I'm rambling, but know what, it's a blog, and we can do that. Funny how things never seem as cool when they are massively accepted isn't it? That's just the price we pay for wanting individuality and acceptance at the same time. Hm, I already see where this is going, I almost sound like a whiner. Feh, some things are troubling me more than I admit to even myself. Before I get too far, may as well just toss this crud out. The job...it sucks...the GBASP I earned with capitalism and River City Ransom...gone, the plan of graduating in two years...possible if rocky and verily troublesome, the monitary situation with that...hectic, the other issues that are not so mundane...utterly confusing. Actually care to know what I mean, then ask. Hm, I guess I'll actually go and register to vote now. *inhales and exhales slow* Man, I sure could go for a cig right about now. How the hell did this happen...a passive observation turned into a lame, half-assed angst-fest. Mendou kusei na.....
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