I joined a Public Bath House for 75 dollars a year. It has an outdoor pool an indoor pool, a ping pong table, a snooker table, and a full gym.
What’s the catch?
Today there was a small skirmish in the rec room. Someone was found Continue reading Public Bath House
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The most time consuming events in my day in order of most time suckage.
Feeding my son.
Holding my son when he’s crying.
Picking ingrown hairs while I think about shit.
Deciding to clean the house then talking myself out of it.
Thinking about ex girlfriends and how (if I were with them) much worse my life would be.
My girlfriend and I spend our nights swimming in a public pool. There are three lanes with three signs hung up on the walls indicating the three speeds at which you can swim. SLOW. MEDIUM. FAST. My girlfriend was swimming in the MEDIUM lane when this older man (60’s) wearing a bathing cap, goggles, and a blue speedo, breast stroked behind her and shouted, Continue reading Free Swim
There was a girl in the 8th grade named Tamara Leader who attempted to ruin my life. We were dating. She had more experience than I. She had already given out hand jobs to cute boys and I was begging to be touched anywhere below Continue reading Everybody Dance Now
Last night I must have woken up every two hours. I have a baby monitor in my left ear. I wake up to hear him. He stops. I look around, my girlfriend still sleeping.
I wake up again. He is crying. My girlfriend is not in the bed. He stops.
I wake up again. he is sleeping between us. He opens his eyes.
I wake up again, he’s not crying and i don’t see him in the bed only my girlfriend. I get up, walk to his room, he’s sleeping in the crib.
I wake up again, no crying, no baby, no girlfriend, and somehow I’m on the couch.
This happens every night. I’m like a soldier in Viet Nam expecting Charlie to leap out of hiding.