It’s really amazing what you can find with Google.
I found the mysterious Cylie this morning… <snicker> and lo and behold… I found the copyright site Thomas used to protect his entries from January and February- you can find them HERE.
All you have to do is click on the “show blog entry text” link and you can read all of his entries for January, and the 4 he wrote in February.
This is the one he wrote two days before my flight left for Puerto Rico… he even called to wake me up and read it to me after he’d teased me that I need a tattoo that says “Sublime”
Awww, Thomas… I’d say you shouldn’t have… but I’m rather fond of hanging you with your own words at this point.
Better Than Chocolate
Sometimes it’s just about having a truly random post…and this is mine…spilled without an edit…but with a great attitude and I hope it rubs off on your day…
This is what is delighting my ears as I strike a few words across your thoughts : http://tinysong.com/Scuo
It is the way to make so many of you weak… chocolate… no worries, I am among you… I thought about today’s post knowing that we’re all weak for something. Most of those things are soulfilled…heartfelt…and sometimes a bit painful, yet we are weak… I embrace portions of what I’m really weak to…
It’s no secret what a good girl can do to me… buckle my knees… her lady-like manners and attention to how she presents herself and the pride she takes in presenting herself in public is the first downfall. Knowing that it’s a strength of hers and the ability which is ingrained in her thoughts from a young age… personal pride…not pride built into her reactions. She’s careful…hopeful of how she plows her path.
People ask me what my preference in women are…I’m quick to respond, ” I don’t date women”. You’ll notice that I refer to all ladies as girls…it’s a term of endearment although some ladies don’t prefer the term, I mean it in the best of ways… when it comes down to it, we’re all young-at-heart and some of us refuse to grow up.
Today I feel sublime…I feel like I’ve been eating dark chocolate and my tummy is so thrilled for it… I’m not sure why I feel so at ease, but I’ll have you know I’m strictly low carb and have been for a while…no chocolate…yet I feel that beautiful aftertaste motivating me in good ways… it’s late and the trade winds are very cool tonight… my legs are ready already for the next run…
I’m in the most terrific of moods… all from thoughts about the evening spent thinking of friends visiting soon…and the opportunities that I’ll create tomorrow…
I hope you create a few for you…
Oh if your were hoping for a little bit more with your day, then listen here… inspiration…
Sublime? Why yes, thank you. Yes I am. Sublimely smart and sublimely intuitive. Sublimely tenacious, with his balls in my right hand.
All that chocolate must have gone to his head… you have to be crazy to leave your balls behind.
You have to be straight bat-shit insane to fuck with the whole blogosphere. I’ve teased the morons I’ve dated who read my blog, THEN treat me like shit. Honey… if you have a written example of what is going to happen to you if you’re a douche bag- how bout avoid the one with a thousand-word-a-day platform.
Set that lovely hive down and walk away slowly.
I bite. I sting… and more importantly? I’m holding your balls… so you should be able to feel me shake my finger at you…
Consider my blog the closest thing to a vaccine for douche bags that I can muster up. If they ignore the writing on the screen in front of them? They’re doomed to be the next up for sacrifice.
It’s like the food chain… only funnier. It’s like a stoning… with words.
These words are equally as intoxicating as when you gave me permission to write about you, carefully.
Yeah you broke my heart, though it may be a bit of my own fault too. When it came to packing I didn’t have room for my common sense. Only faith, hope and love fit in my bulging suitcase.
Newsflash: Money can’t buy class, self-respect or ME, and I’d rather count orgasms than dollars. I’d rather giggle over a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese with a man who can’t remember my name, any day.
Who am I kidding…they never forget my name. Whether it’s looking back fondly or cursing my existence… they always remember what they were screaming before they really felt like yelling.
Consider me your very own Make-A-Wish trip. Yeah you got to pay for my ticket, but you aren’t actually dying <yet> and it’s high time someone taught you to be a gentleman. I’ve talked to more than a few women who you asked to pay for lunch/dinner/drinks.
Silly old man… we like to offer… but we make fun of you if you ask us to. Gentleman 101, go back to school asshole- it’s never too late for an old dog to learn that trick.
Not to be redundant, but let me pass on a little advice I learned in Puerto Rico.
Caminar con el diablo or… “You walk with the devil”
Take note, you lying, cheating, sack of trash… your shit is about to blow sky high…nationwide media style
and you can’t say that sweet little homeless man you were so rude to, didn’t try to warn you.
He told you that you were walking with the devil… your ego just got the best of yourself and you thought he was talking about you.
A little advice?
You’d do better to swim out to sea and donate your carcass to the food chain than you would to try to dig your way out of the mess you’ve landed in.
But… here… borrow my shovel.
It turns me on to watch you dig.
My favorite picture from the whole trip… because I look as stupid as I feel over the whole thing. Laying in the sand with my “Pirate” stupid in love and wondering how in the hell I got to where I knew I actually was…
Knowing in the pit of my stomach that he wasn’t what he said he was…just ten minutes after this picture was taken.
He’s a good liar… but he has no stamina. He can tell you what you want to hear… but ultimately we all want to know the truth at some point, and he tells so many lies he never really knows what that is.
He’s a victim of his own arrogance, and a hostage to his own ego. Poor Thomas… beat by a girl… lol