Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Today I have decided to write about MILFs. More specifically meeting a milf or cougar, I'm not sure which since I didn’t stop to ask. You may find yourself asking "why?"
Well, let me tell you why. Today I was ordering my customary ambiguous coffee drink after class and an older woman came up and deliberately ordered the same drink as me.
How do I know that this was deliberate? When she stepped up to the counter it was obvious that she frequents this particular stand very often as she seemed to be on a first name basis with the guy behind the counter. He asked if she wanted the usual and she then said, and these are her exact words "I'll have what cutie just ordered."
You can imagine how I reacted. Here I am just minding my own business, trying to get my caffeine fix and suddenly some cougar walks up and refers to me as "cutie."
Normally I would smile politely and stare at the wall but this woman was good looking. I mean really good looking, even for someone who must have been in her mid forties.
So what do I do? I turn beet red and stare at the wall. Yup, I was dumb struck. Speechless. Dumbfounded. Tongue tied.
In my mind I imagined offering to sit with her for a while and chat to she what she was all about, but I just stared at a poster of a smiling employee holding a cup of steaming coffee instead.
It was really awkward, since she could clearly see by the color of my face that I had heard her. I guess out of kindness or something similar to pity she didn't say anything more to me. I'm kind of glad she didn't because the only thing that would have come out of my mouth would have been drool and incoherent babbling.
So, I stand there for a few minutes, finally retrieve my drink and silently walk out of the shop. Damn, I am such a stud. *Cue epic music and deep reverberating foot steps.*
What would you have done in this particular situation? You might be the kind of person who thinks they would pounce all over a hot cougar, but when you are placed into the reality of that situation things don't always go as you envisioned them as you lay in you bed looking at your ceiling.
All in all, I would say that this was an eventful day that will bring me many laughs and taunts when I relay the experience to my pals later.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Addressing The Issue Of Content

After much thought I have finally decided to use this blog to record absolutely anything I feel like.
Whether that be long diatribes aimed at drug policy or random thoughts that occur to me and deserve (in my opinion) to be forever recorded in the massive data banks that make up the interbutts.
A series of posts might be made about how I dislike dubstep but the next post might be about something completely unrelated, such as hypotheses about the nature of the Bell non locality space.
Such will be the content and purpose of this blog of utter randomness.
I invite you to engage in comment discussions and long harangues of your own, feel free to attack the ideas of others and be attacked your self.
So sit back and watch the unfolding thoughts and ideas of a passionate and twisted person from the Pacific Northwest!