women

wondering about women

Humans fascinate me, me included. I´ll try to make it short….fuck that.

I´m not a Brad Pitt, but why do I have sex with a lot of women?
No idea and I´m thinking while blinking…sorry had to rhyme.
I have been in a relationship with a narcissist-psyochopath.
After studying her, and I won´t go into details of what she did to me,
that is that crazy bitch behaviour and she is that. Period.

Also there are women who I myself call ¨normal¨. I can talk with them,
even talking about this other narcissist-physopath, and they will say,
one thing, stop being around her. And they are right.

At the same time, I talk to these women who unlike myself have a husband and kids, good jobs,
and it seems in the outside everything is great.
They are good looking women, and also the wife´s of my old friends.
My real Friends, four that is, and I´m having sex with their wifes while they have a family.
I don´t know, is it my fault? Is it theirs? Is there a gray zone?

After spending too much time in the underworld you might say, the ¨overworld¨, some, not all obviously,
seems to be strange meaning the certain human relationships at the same time it all looks very normal
in their day to day life.

I´m just a tool for them to play, and I guess it is vice versa
we do have fun in the bar talking about everything, and then the sex.
Again, not all, but human behaviour is quite interesting obviously including myself.

Just wondering. I wrote this long time ago and just published it in this great blog.

The only exception, the only perfect woman…..my mother. That you better believe or I can cut your knee.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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I lost a friend

I lost a good friend
why? you can say and do it to bend
She says I’m a drunk, true, but is not you
who has to battle every day to overcome this
addiction wich now doesn’t give me any erection.
It is normal for people that don’t suffer from addiction
to understand those who do, and I suffer ever fucking day,
I just got home from the detox center, trying and trying,
every fucking day to not have a fucking drink, yes,
she maybe right I do stink.

Here goes why I’m also pissed off, did this “friend”,
remember when she called at 6 a.m waking me up and
telling me all her life and sad stories and me listening
and giving her the best advice I can give? Does she also
remember recently that I was there for her? Nope,
I’m definitely not perfect, but I am a good person
and that I know, I do screw up once in a while….
But what the fuck girl? You could also be a bit
understanding of me, I don’t expect her to do that
so what? Do I enjoy the times to listen
to her miseries? Because my life is great and I don’t
have any problems to deal with…..
And me telling her, you will overcome it, and more
positive shit. So no, she could also be a bit more
understanding instead of being in her own world
wich everything revolves around her.

Wooooohaa! It felt good writing it down.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Did she really say that?

O.k so here is the deal that is not to steal…your minds

So here I am with a woman, and I have my Spanish “siesta”
wich in english means that after you eat you go to sleep.
So I wake up and she is still in my house, and she starts
touching me and kissing me and all those things that I can´t give
any girl any rings only drinks, well, she is kissing me and says
“Let´s fuck.”….she looks at her watch and then says,”O shit, they are going
to close the store.”
And she walks out. And it came out of her
all natural, that was funny. Jesus Christ……

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Dilemma on my hands(be advised can be offensive)

Aaaaaa! fuck. This sucks I just want to throw some rocks to my roof and to the neighbours as well or drop them into a deep dark well or drop me into a….fuck, my butt hurts from sitting down or laying down for about 23 hours of the day or maybe even more because I have a broken ankle who does has an uncle and his name is boring. It´s been 26 days like this.

It takes me forever to shower, as a matter of fact I shower twice a week the rest of the week I pass by with baby wipes. Just for the simple fact that doing it apart from taking forever I tend to fall in the shower or the other day stubled and hit the glass door and broke it, so if nobody is helping me it´s a fucking mess. And like showering and brushing teeth, with all the other chores either I can´t do them or if I do them I return back inside the house as if I had ran a marathon, tired as hell. Boring, I read, I write, I watch some t.v, fuck and I like it but damn I also like to go out and take a walk or go to some bar or fuck a chick.

Problem, my parents live in a lovely house but it´s in the middle of nowhere and you need a car just to reach the nearest town which is 2 miles away. I could walk if I could, already did it more than in 100 occasions. I was suppose to move out this month though. Had everything prepared to move out to room with some  other people in the house. Nice people, working people, not the other types I can be with. They had wi-fi, I could plug in my little t.v in my bedroom to watch the t.v in English, the town is a good town which means is not like the ones near my house which is full of fucking Moroccans selling dope, stabbing each other and the bitches that move around those circles. But hey, right now I´m about to call one of those whores and meet up with one of them. If you have money and you pay for drinks and whatever else they want, sure, they´ll meet up. Not the best, but is pretty much the people that I know around here, have known them since little. And as a matter of fact, have lived that life for quite some time.

I´m a hero anybody knows that? Yep, I was a soldier once and deployed( so that makes me a hero) so have been in worst situations but fuck me this is boring as hell. Might as well call a whore if I had my own house or if I lived in that little room I was going to rent for this month if it hadn´t been for this set back of the broken ankle, which at the same time it would be kind of strange for the other people living there seeing a whore walking in although I´d probably have some funny outrageous and semi logical explanation as to why a whore is in their house. I did get a whore to visit me to the hospital when I was there for almost two months. And fucking while you have the iv´s on….damn that was something. You should have seen the faces of the nurses, and they still loved me after that. Crazy Charly, and laughed at the incident. They couldn´t had more fun seeing that in their whole careers. I was giving them the gift of laughter(at me or with me either way was laughter) everytime they came into my room I would say  some random thing or flirt with them. I do tend, not for everybody, but for a lot of people make my mistakes funny and innocent and their quite some fucked up mistakes. But the way I say it and express myself….well, they end up dismissing it. Others just hate it, but fuck them. I´m far away from perfect but I´m quite certain I have more heart and better heart than quite a lot of those people who love flowers, animal tree hugger and kings and queens of morality.

I just need some release! Even in the army you had to release, and most of the time it was when you didn´t have to work( I was infantry), well it was going to bars getting drunk, fucking anything that moved, and when deployed, fuck me the relieve sometimes was just to shoot your gun in anger or get drunk back at base. Yep, we Spanish soldiers at that time we didn´t have such strict rules with alcohol as the Americans, we would get drunk as a skunk after a 1 month of constantly being vigilant and if we had a couple of days off when we were relatively safe inside the base for 24 hours a day without going out, then yes we would get fucked up.

Now if I do go out, it´s a also fucking boring in the sense that I can´t jump from bar to bar seeing some people. I have to stay in one unless I want to call a cab to take me 300 meters up or down the street. So that´s another inconvenience.

Anyways to be or not to be an asshole today? That´s my dilemma. Or better I should have said to act as an asshole not be one, since i can act as one but i´m certainly not one. Certainly by my standards that is.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

This is for you feminist!

Ha! The beauty of having a yahoo account. Yes, I´ve been to that country and not as in a vacation, although you did get a cool tan though. I never cared about the politics of it , I did my job which at a younger age I wanted to do that kind of job. We did our job at quite an expense of human life and that´s it. Key word here is DID. We build schools,(not we per se) for the first time little girls went to school after we got there and after quite a bit of violence to get the nutjobs out of the area(in this case this would be we per se) in order to build the schools and for in this case women having more freedom.

So Feminist, stop bitching in the comforts of your own democracy which is sustained by usually young people who did my old job, bitching about little things if you look at the big picture. And believe me I saw the big picture and is not a pretty one. You have it quite nice compared to women in other countries believe me. So whatever happens to that country I don´t care anymore.

But there´s a hottie walking freely down the road! And too gutsy if you ask me. But there you go. The title of the article which will take you 3 seconds to read (the article)says it all. So I actually contributed my little grain of salt for women, at least one, being able to feel nice and comfortable and feel a bit more free to show off her body. That was neat, with my little grain of salt now instead of not seeing women there since they all wore Burkas, now  I might as well re join my old unit just for the fun of seeing hot Afghan woman.

This was great news yahoo news. Now why don´t you feminist go and protest over the right of women over there? Or do you need people in my old profession, to escort you with a rifle? Stop your bitching and keep your priorities straight!

 

http://news.yahoo.com/afghan-woman-bares-legs-in-kabul–stirring-outrage-and-curiosity-142545200.html

I´m worried…

I´m worried that the evil conservative party in the U.S won by a landslide…..I hate democracy.

I´m worried that Christians are being prosecuted and killed in Irak, Iran, you name it. Most if not all Muslim countries……but always feel free to raise hell when somebody displays the Christian symbol in some public place in the U.S. And hope the moderate Muslims never say anything against that, no no no.

I´m worried that in countries like Afghanistan, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, and probably left some out, that women are treated as basically second class citizens and in some they are literally stoned to death…..but hope the feminist in the U.S or for that mater here in Spain just start screaming about the real important issues like the so repressive societies that they live in and how men still put them down, lets focus on the real important things, poor Oprah Winfield.

I´m worried that gays can be killed in Iran, Saudi Arabia and probably left some other, my recently diseased uncle couldn´t have gone there to see the dunes, fuck that is a freaky thought my gay uncle in some dune……..but as the Christians lets not give too much thought and the media outlets even less. Let´s stick to what Christian sadomised some poor kid and lets roll with that for eternity. And the gay activist I hope that they keep raising some hell about gay marriage. Hope they don´t focus on those unimportant things.

I´m worried that girls are now going to fight in the front lines…..so lets lower the standards to become an infantry soldier. Might have done that while I was in the Spanish army. Sure would have made me a much more efficient soldier.

I´m worried….I forgot what I was going to say.

WHAT ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses