Tarot

Current List of Lost items
Update for Peckerhead Blvd
Tarot card past few days on my side bar has been disappointment lol and loss.... Says something is salvagable from the current situation. Well lets see, I lost my keys in my house, can't find em, can't leave and take pictures in the park, as planned, so now I sit here typing this without glasses, glasses and smokes are in car, but I don't know where the keys are... Feels like I am losing my mind, is this a mid-life crisis or just a cry for attention?
In other news, hmmm, well I really enjoy going to see the male strippers on weekends. I just love cock, can't really explain why.
Going to put a coffee shop in the soap opera, it might be downstairs from knights modeling, or somewhere on the peckerhead strip. I suppose rhonda could work there, doing her tarot. Perhaps one of the strippers and one of the models could go to rehab, provided by Dr. Lex (yum) and their AA meetings take place at the coffee shop, or something.
The craziest things keep happening in my life, I need a pair of glasses with a camera in them to constantly film for the gay soap opera. Like :
I went to the real life coffee shop yesterday, and Lesbian A and Lesbian B were having a conversation about when Lesbian A won money in the lottery. Lesbian B turns to Lesbian A and proclaims, "See, this is why this sobriety crap blows. If we had been drinking when you won the lottery, you would have bought drinks for everybody. But no we don't drink anymore and its not like you can go around buying everyone coffee."
Thats not an exact quote, but its the gist of it. I found it really funny. And it's this type of crazy random hillarity that I want to showcase in the gays at the restful.
So lets see I have given a brief synopsis on my current state, updated g@r, guess its time for another cheesy poem.

I like cheese
I prefer swiss.
Traveling in a world
where no ones allowed to twist.
Fucking my brain up
vodka flavored wish
Stripper balls bouncing against my chin
One dollar for One second
of pure adulterated bliss
The smell of the stripper perfume spray
The slick of the sweat on my hand
I rub it on my crotch
I want to fuck a stripper
I want to eat his ass
I want him bouncing
up and down on my dick
But I aint got the cash.