playing to lose and desperate housewives
three days of stiff neck and i’m still not recovering. dammit. i’ve been on a coding stump for several weeks already and according to the tao of programming, everything begins to become void. supposedly, i was to learn libtoolize integration with gnu autotools but i keep on getting sidetracked into windows to play warcraft.
speaking of which, we fucking lost again! 6 straight warcraft losses friday night. but this time, we lasted longer than usual. it’s good sign that we’re slowly improving, though not that good coz we still lost. our opponents really take the game sersiously. i mean, how can you beat a guy who studies the math behind warcraft (everything from armor reduction percentages, attack gain bonuses on each armor type, magic buffs and nerfs) and a guy who lost his girl for the game? (and two other guys that are eqaully passionate) i can only admire their zealotry. and i wish i shared in that same love for the game. unfortunately, i have a second life which i also take seriously. things don’t exactly turn out the way i want coz i always get dumped. i’m a hearthrob in cyberspace though but that’s just trash talking
cheating-wife-sex-with-hunky-gardener-coz-her-husband’s-a-dick
oh yeah! it keeps getting better and better. and this time, gabrielle’s husband nearly caught them making out while taking a shower. close call. she decided that it was time to take the banging some place else so she went to the gardener’s house to have a little chat. i really thought it was over but then the problem took care of itself. as it turned out, (by some sudden touch of scripting genius, which was, by the way, a very mean thing to do to an avid viewer of the show!!) it happened. instant sexual gratification, minus the fear of her husband finding out. he, the gardener, gave her a rose as a sign that he seriously cares for her now, which is actually a good thing so to speak, (in a professional, friendly, kind of way), but then my mind disses the whole idea of her being an infidel, (in a religious, girlfirend-less guy, kind of way) coz it’s downright nasty. erotically whacked, but nevertheless, nasty. as long as the sex is good, go and bang him baby!
anyway, let me take this brief, nipple hardening moment of ecstacy to talk about relationships and what it means to a girl. from my point of view of course. they just love the drama! boys love drama too, but we like to skip that part in favor of scenes that actually make our heart thump instead of making it weak with an overflow of worthless, pathetic, self-inflicted bullshit. erection takes place in mere seconds and trust me my lady friends, it goes away as fast as it comes in. though i’d hafta point out that we boys can compromise several minutes of wasted erection (which is a total drag honestly seapking) just to make girls feel that sex is special and meaningful and that we’re gentle, and caring, and we love them very much. and the list goes on.
relationships are like chess. and for some reason, i feel that boys always have the tendency to play as pawns. it’s a bit of an overkill but that is the truth. and we know very well, that the man has to be in control. we have to be in control goddamit!, coz if “she” is, we’ll be eaten away by other pawns. i’ve been a pawn one too many times but this time, i’m striving to be a king, though, with a “pawnish” characteristic. in the game of chess, everyone tries to protect their king, even the queen. i’ll love all the attention.
well, that’s it. there’s something about mary is showing at channel star movies and my brother’s watchin’. i think i’ll go join him now.
blogging lesson number one. sex sells.
