Birthday Boy


I’m 27 today. I think the older I get the less I care how old I am. I still look like I’m barely 21, and still feel that way too, other than a slightly more achey body.

I’ve been seeing this Brazilian girl lately, and I had to teach her how to give better dome. She told me she had never slept with someone as quickly as she had with me. (+1 – Ego points)

We almost split-up when she accused me of being lazy and only in it for the sex. I quickly rejected the idea and made her recall the times we spend just pillow talking or dancing at the club. She ended up going down on me, so I’d say that worked.

At this time last year I was in a relationship with a blonde girl who is now texting me again. She probably wants the kosher meat, but I’m not sure when I’m going to be giving it to her. I might keep her waiting until the Brazilian girl goes back in about 6 weeks. We’ll see.

I think I’ll be getting pretty F-ed up tomorrow night. I hope some smatterings of friends come out. New York City is great.

Peace and prosperity.

Edit: I just wanted to add something here, it’s kind of sappy, but I am so fucking grateful for being alive. I don’t care how much bullshit you go through, the money issues, the women troubles, etc. It’s so good to be healthy, to be able to look back at travels and experiences with women with nostalgia, and imagine what the future holds. I hope the future brings success to those who pursue it, and that we find a way to help each other achieve the tangible goals that were once dreams.

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