When I started my journey down this stream I met quite an interesting fellow. He was everything I thought I wanted to be. He had hella visitors. Mad people gave him props when he entered the chatroom. On the surface he seemed to have it all. The only thing that made me believe he might be a bit off kilter was his writing. At times he would write the most graphic horror stories. Instead of being a turn off, this seemed to draw me closer to him.
Over the course of time he and I have developed a relationship that at times is tighter than relationships I have with people I see on a regular basis. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking domestic life-partnerisms and shit. We don't go that route. But if I had to give my last whatever in order for him to live, I would.
I've said all that to say this. I do NOT feel sorry for Adam and what he's going through. To anyone who does, you're doing him a tremendous dis-service. There are ways to support people without feeling sorry for them. When you do that you unknowingly put yourself above that person. That shit is wrong! No one is any better than anyone else. I'm quite sure most of you are fucked up too! The difference is, Adam has the fucking balls to put his shit out there and ask for help. That shit takes tremendous inner strength. More than some of you will ever possess.
As I'm writing this, I'm fully aware of what I'm putting down, so take it how it is, now how you want to. If I see anyone feeling sorry for Adam, I will personally do all I can to make your time here at Blogstream be as fucked up as i can! Mail bombs, rumors, whatever. Please believe me.
Don't feel sorry for him. Feel sorry for your ass if I see you doing it! Adam continues to be an inspiration here at the stream. He's one hell of a father, a good provider, a damned good friend, and my 'brother'! If you have a problem with any of this, pucker up and kiss the ass of this publicist, and then bark at the hole mother fucker!
As one of the more/most eligible bachelors here at the 'stream', life can be a bit daunting. I love the attention, that's not the issue. I just find it hard to keep breaking the hearts of all the ladies here. Need a few examples? Here goes:
There's a young lady in North Carolina that loves me more than life. I find this woman to be beautiful. She's educated, witty, and she loves animals (big ass, scary animals with huge teeth). I think she fell in love with me while we were on a campaign to take over the world. I don't know which of my attributes she was attracted to (there's so many), but she fell pretty hard. One day I'm going to have to go see her.
Another woman in love with me lives in Michigan. I can't say too much about her though. She's a junior member of the stream. I would mention her name but then her girls (who are also in love with me) would know about her feelings for me and tease her or start fights.
I can't forget my New England sweetheart. On the other side of bean-town, you'll find a little place called Taunton. In this town you'll find a woman with 4 kids. None of them are mine. But these children have one of the most beautiful women on the planet as their mother. And just in case you were wondering, she's not crazy!
These are but a few of my women. I've got women in Australia, Illinois, Oklahoma, Wisconsin, the list goes on... Hell, I've even had a child with a lesbian woman here. (R.I.P. KB!) Not too shabby for a guy who hasn't left Connecticut for a few years!
I love each of my women equally. While they share me, we don't share amongst each other (that would be one hell of a post!). I know I've forgotten to mention a few ladies. Please don't get upset. I don't want the guys of the stream to get jealous. Hell, some of these women are married!
Before I leave, I want to give a shout out to a few of my other sweethearts.
Hay (hailey), Spring Moon, P.R. aka Michelle aka Rubble, Kristin, Jennifer, Gloria, MizMacey, Grace, Nursey aka Al, Lucy, Heatherscot, Candy, Dreww, 6 foot blonde, Ava Noire, Ms. Pinky Redrum, Chamillion, Rita B., Jamocha, Tina Sa And who can forget Rosie??
Believe me the list goes on. Like I said, it ain't easy being me, but I wouldn't want to be anyone else!
Oh shit, I almost forgot... Hetzie, you already know!
"I don't want to alarm you, but I've only seen glucose numbers like this on people that are... dead."
What a great way to start your day. I was wondering why everyone I knew was calling me. That HEPA thing can really work against you sometimes! I'm not the easiest person to get in touch with, so I allowed my sister to receive my medical information. It seems that the doctor told her, and she told everyone else.
Now my g/f is monitoring my diet with Richard Simmons like enthusiasm (i never liked that guy). I can't have anything that ends in 'ose': Sucrose, fructose, dextrose, sucralose, SEXose... Okay, maybe I made up that last one, but it seems like I'm not getting any. White sugars basically. Only problem is, I don't know of any BLACK sugar, and BROWN sugar only goes well with so many things.
Here's my problem. Except for not having the energy or physical ability to do the things I used to take for granted, I don't really feel any different. Sure I get winded when I try to chase my 7 year old, but who wouldn't? The kid has more energy than a crack head copping a rock. I don't know if you've ever tried, but you ain't catching no crack head!
Everyone has my best interest in mind, but I have to come to terms with this shit in my own time. I know it may kill me. I know it may take a body part or two if I don't take care of my shit. But knowing it and doing something about it are two different things. In my mind, I've got other things to worry about. I want to find and see my daughter. I want my son's mom to get arrested and put away for the shit she does. I want to take care of my DMV issues so I can register the car I just bought. These things are tangible. I can't SEE diabetes. Fuck Wilfred Brimley. I love oatmeal, but I don't need him telling me that the flavors I like will kill me. If you endorse the product, endorse all of it you old bastard!
Truth be told, I felt better when I thought I was just a fat ass. I knew I had to lose weight. I knew diet would be a big part of that. But now my diet has none of the things in it I used to love. Sunday dinner is going to be pretty shitty when I can't have over half of the things on the table! I love to eat, but now that I'm eating to live, (so to speak) I'm very unhappy.
On a lighter note: Sugar-free Jello is the shit! And that's all I have to say about that!
My son has a cellphone. He uses it to call his Daddy, his Auntie, his Grammie, and a few select others. When used like it's supposed to be used, it's a great thing. Unfortunately, his mom uses it for other more devious purposes.
Left to his own devices my son is a fairly good child. He usually has plenty of supervision, and acts accordingly. Well, enter his lazy assed mother. Instead of taking him to the park and joining in on whatever it is he's doing, she prefers to bring him there and leave. They don't still kidnap beautiful children do they? She sees no wrong in this. Why? Because she gave him a cellphone. Now instead of being with him and knowing what's going on, she calls him and asks what he's doing. Really responsible! NOT!
God forbid he should not know where the phone is and not be able to answer it when she calls. All hell breaks loose. I've had to watch my son catch a hot one for losing his phone a few times already. It hurts to see his mom in a fit of rage yelling about him losing a $100.00 phone. Don't even bother to ask if it's the child she's worried about or the money. I would hate to have to tell the truth.
Being that his primary residence is with his mom, I don't see him a whole lot during the week. When I do get him for the weekend, do you know what this bitch does? She calls him to see where he is, who he's with, and what he's doing. This pisses me off to no end. Why? Because I'm the one who facilitates him seeing all the other people that love him and want to see him. Of course when she finds out, I get in trouble and don't get to see him for a while. He understands that his mom is a jerk-face. Sad that at his age he already knows that his mom is unfair.
If things were different, there would be no problem. Remember when we were coming up? Didn't it seem like our parents just KNEW where we were? They didn't need cellphones and shit. The sad thing is, I see more and more people adopting the electronic babysitter. It may be a phone, television, computer, or whatever it is you've got, but they're growing in number by the day.
Parents: Get in touch with your children before some sick bastard does.
Call me an asshole, but I had to give you something phat for the weekend. These girls impress the hell out of me. They show you that no matter how big you get, if you can't drop it like it's hot, you can still let it down like it's warm!
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I was wondering why everyone I knew was calling me. That HEPA thing can really work against you sometimes! I'm not the easiest person to get in touch with, so I allowed my sister to receive my medical information. It seems that the doctor told her, and she told everyone else.
And that's all I have to say about that!
