Ever notice how you never see a clean dump truck? Did they stop making them? I want to see the 2003 Dump truck....

Questions on homosexual men: Why do homosexual men act feminine to attract other men who are not attracted to women?

I dislike this woman with a passion. Not your every day rub me the wrong way kind of thing. But your I would be so happy if she were in another company type of way.....

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We close on our house today if all goes well!! I'm nervouse but I got be strong because the girlfriend is stressed about the whole thing and I handle stress a helluva lot better than she does.

Rules of the Road


1) If you're in the left lane and there's no one in front of you for a good 100 yards, but there's a line of cars behind you, YOU ARE THE TRAFFIC problem. MOVE B#%@* get out the way!

2) It's a lost easier to merge into interstate traffic if you're going the same speed as the interstate traffic....feel free to accelerate on the on-ramp....

3) If you find it difficult to talk and drive, pull over and talk. Alternatively, shut up and drive.

4) Do not get in the left lane as soon as you get on the interstate if you're not passing anyone. You look like an idiot being passed by grandma in the right lane.

5) Taking your foot off of the accelerator will slow your car down. If you see brake lights 300 yards away, do not panic and slam your brakes; just decrease/eliminate pressure on the gas pedal. When you brake, he brakes, she brakes, we all brake!

6) If driving makes you nervous, please stay on secondary roads whenever possible!!

7) No matter how nice your rims are, or how clean your car is, or how tight your sound system is, it's impossible to be cool on the interstate, no matter how slow you go. Save the profiling for the park.

8) If there is no traffic on the exist ramp you wish to use, don't slow down on the interstate until you are actually within 200 feet or so of the decelartion ramp. Brakes cause traffic.
9) If there's a state trooper on the side of the road, don't brake if you aren't speeding. The cop had your speed long before you saw him anyway!

Rule #62
Don't wear boat shoes....ever. Not on a boat, not on a float. Not to a bar or even in your car

I went to the Decatur Beer Tasting Festival today. I think that will have to be an annual experience. Twenty bucks, all you can 'sample' beer. Can't beat that. Although after two hours all the beers pretty much tasted the same. Then we went to watch the Ohio State game and I had, yep, three more Buds. Then we got back to the house and watched football and had beer and had pizza. Good Times!! And I have tickets for the Falcons game tomorrow that I won last night....WOOT!

Oh and Formula 51 was funny as hell!

I've had a kind of down day today. Nothing really bad happened, it just seemed like everything and everyone pissed me off or irritated me fairly quickly. Luckily tomorrow is Friday and I only have eight more hours to deal with those people. They are cool, but the aforementioned one in this blog has a way of annoying me (unintentionally I think, but that is a hypothesis and yet to be proven) to no end. Her being annoys me. And tomorrow someone decided to throw her a little celebration for her 20th anniversary of being in America?!?!? Didn't realize that was a milestone...all it really means is she can stop faking her accent and foreign innocence since she has been in America for a majority of her life.

But enough about the small things, after all I'm not at work now.

I'm gonna go sit on the balcony and read. I'm reading One Virgin Too Many by Lindsey Davis. It's weird because it's set back in the days of a successful Roman empire but it's a detective type book. It seems like it might be a series but I'm not sure yet. Actually, I'm not sure if I even like it yet but I try to finish anything I start to read or I feel like I let myself down.

I kind of feel like posting but I really don't have much to say right now. That kinda sucks...it's like being horny but having no one to share it with. Oh wait, that's called masturbation....right right...

Got a sneak preview pass to see Formula 51 tomorrow night. Don't really want to see it but if it's free why not? But I don't want to really talk about that either.

Another weekend has come and gone. Friday night I had some brandy and then I had a pitcher of beer. Hung out at my favorite watering hole. It was cool, I'd say a 5 out of 10. Saturday night I went to a get together of some friends I hadn't seen in a couple of years almost. I didn't drink too much because there were kids there and, me being childless, I didn't think I would stay too long. But I ended staying for quite a while. I need to stop taking friends like those for granted...

Let's talk about sex. Is it a compliment to a woman if a man ejaculates quickly or is it just an embarassment for the man? I think it's a little bit of both. Apparently, the female was doing something right to make the man so excited. At the same time, the man should be able to control himself to some degree to ensure, or at least try to ensure, mutual satisfaction.

You're probably wondering what the hell brought this on? Well, keep wondering.

Added comments so you can holler at me if you feel the need. I'd love to hear any thoughts you have. Maybe you want my opinion on something or maybe you want to tell me I'm full of shit...either way I won't know unless you let me know right? Right!

Well, another weekend has come and gone. Nothing spectacular occurred. Some drinking, some card-playing (spades, so you know the appropriate amount of shit talking occurred as well), and some hanging out at bars watching the true American pasttime, football!

How many of you have that one person at work that grates your nerve to a bloody mess of irritation and anger??? There is a woman in my workplace who is so ridiculously annoying that I can't even make a comment to her without it having some undertone of dislike. She talks on and on about nothing.

She is Chinese. She's been in the country since she was 17 and actually attended college in the states. Her accent is still very thick but I think that she does that on purpose, especially considering she's been in the states longer than she was in China and actually attended university in the states. Anyway, if you listen to her talk enough, she sounds so brainwashed that it's ridiculous. It's almost like she spent a day with the most conservative, common sense lacking idiot in America and absorbed his every thought. Don't get me wrong, she is a smart person, but her views on pretty much everything don't seem to be her own. They seem to be something somebody told her and she took as the truth.

Anyway, I'll be sure to put some of her infamous foolishness out there for sharing.

So I go to my favorite drinking hole last night and meet up with several of my fellow lushes. There is one lush in particular, we'll call him Scott ('cause that's his name), who feels that he must try his best to talk trash to me. Unfortunately, he's not very good at the art of verbal sparring. Even worst, he thinks he is. And even worst than that, he feels the need to display his ineptitude publicly, presumably in front of the female gender.

He begins displaying his lack of creativity last night and, unfortunately for him, I was in a zone. There was nothing he could say that I didn't have some kind of comeback for. His inebbriated state of mind didn't help him either. You know, I joked that man about everything he stands for just about and when I tried to stop he would continue to egg me on. It was almost like he was asking for self punishment. I felt bad for a good two, maybe three minutes....

Check out my website. Link is to the left. I haven't messed with it in a long time but I plan to get back to editing it and bringing it up to date a little bit more.

I suppose it is time I tell a little about myself.

I'm male, 27 years old, 28 in a couple of days. I am in the information technology industry. I'm quite sexy when I want to be (if I say so myself, and I just did). I have a wonderful girlfriend that you have already made acquaintances with in an earlier blog. I drink and I smoke. I grew up near the beach but never went to it. Now that I live in Atlanta, I kind of miss having the beach around really.

I am a Laker fan, first and foremost. Then, I am a VT Hokie fan. Lastly, I am a Washington Redskin fan. I think baseball sucks. Actually I don't even think it is a sport. Anything you can chew tobacco and play at the same time is not a sport. Any activity where the 'leader' only plays once every five or six games is not a sport. Any activity where the entire game can be played twice in a single day is not a sport. To me, sport implies physical exertion to the point of exhaustion and inability to make said exertion again once initial exertion has been completed. Any activity where the playing field changes sizes based on a city's whim is not a sport. Any activity where a player is special if he is 40 percent (batting .400) successful in something that he's done his entire life is not a sport. Okay, that last one wasn't the best example. Anyway, baseball is a pasttime, maybe the national pasttime, but still only a pasttime. Much like checkers....

Good readers, welcome! My heathen week has ended (not that you knew it had started) and my gal has returned home from her vacation.

In any case, feel free to send your comments to xdavis25@charter.net. I forgot to mention that earlier. Eventually (read: when I get around to it), I will put a comment tracker on here and some other things that are feedback related. But for now, send email.

I don't feel like talking about interracial relationships for the moment so let's focus our energy on . . . . relationships as a whole. Why are women crazy? Why does the gentler sex have such a vivid loss of reality sometimes?

Seriously, I cannot understand what females are thinking half of the time. I know, I know, the female readers will say men are crazy. But that's garbage. Men can explain very logically why they do what they do or did what they did. Women, on the other hand, will start to explain but then travel so many freakin' tangents that by the time they have finished their explanation, you are completely unaware of the initial topic and weary of asking for fear of starting her up again.

Why do interracial relationships make others outside the relationship so angry? It's kind of funny actually. The fact that who I date, or rather the race of who I date, can change a person's mood. I'm not trying to be the holier than thou narrator. I have been on both sides of the coin. In college (VA TECH), I basically refused to date white women. I spent most of my time in a predominantly white environment being considerably prejudiced. After college, I moved to Atlanta, the new chocolate city, and fell for a white woman. How ironic. I wasn't looking for a white woman nor is my preference limited to strictly white women. I was simply into L-Boogie and that is what drove, and continues to drive our relationship. Why is that so hard to understand?

So, L-Boogie went with me to my family reunion weekend before last. It was everyone's first time meeting here, except for my parents who have known her for quite some time. I didn't know what to expect from my family. I can't say that we are as tight knit a family as we could be, but when we are together we are pretty tight. It's just that we're all together once a year at best. I think L-Boogie was nervous at first, very quiet, just taking it all in. But before long, her mouth was at full power and she was herself. I love that woman. My family didn't seem moved by our interracialness one way or the other. They actually embraced her more than I expected.

Today's Topic: Interracial Dating

A hot topic at times, interracial dating has been more common in society. This is largely due to the 'changing of the guard' in our society. Young people don't see their peers race nearly as quickly as their parents did at that age. They aren't as programmed as once was the case. This stands true for my generation as well (generation x'ers, what what!!). As a black man dating a white woman that I will eventually marry, I live in the delight of an interracial relationship.

L-boogie (code name I'll use for my gal) doesn't see the constant looks we receive from people walking through the mall, restaurant, or whatever. It's not just white people looking at you either. Some of the worst glares I have actually received have come from my people. More specifically, black woman looking at me with expressions bordering on utter disgust. Rarely, do I notice a look from a black man that is so outwardly disapproving.

This brings to mind an incident that happened at work. When a black coworker found out that I was dating L-Boogie, she immediately said, "You only like the white women!" Funny thing is that this is the only white woman I have ever dated in my life and she just happened to be the one. But to hear my co-worker talk, she would have you believe that I was on the search for a white woman, that I thought I was too good for a black woman. She still comes to me and says these things now but I have my own way with dealing with it. Whenever she gets on a rant, I ask her to speak up just to see if she is willing to say what she is saying loud enough for the white coworkers to hear. She suddenly becomes quiet. She's a pretty cool coworker. . . . .when she isn't talking.

Hello my soon to be faithful readers. What you are fixing to experience is the world from my eyes. I invite you to disagree, agree, or shut the hell up at any given time.