An Update from your Friendly HoH

Greetings,

In the past couple of years I have been prescribed seventeen different medications for anxiety/panic disorder and depression, dumped my fiancee', lived in seven different places, woken up with a head injury in the ER with a BAL of .318, gotten a tattoo, helped two girls cheat on their longtime boyfriends (single life, gotta love it), gotten a job offer as an insurance salesman, successfully juggled 3 jobs along with college, got rid of my gambling problem, stopped drinking, sold and stop selling marijuana, won a bar fight, and gained 20 pounds through weightlifting and incessant eating. There is quite a bit more, but that is what I could think of tonight.


Lots of interesting stuff, or so I think. Inquire about one if you wish to know more. I would upload my tattoo but I do not have a camera nor a smartphone otherwise I would.

That is all, have a joyous day.

Regards,
HandOfHeaven

*Leans over the counter, with a girly, lipsticky smile.* You know what we want to hear about! Tell us the juicy story about the girls who helped cheat on their boyfriends!

Well, here is one account. I shall share the other at another time.

A few weeks ago I was getting my first tattoo: a stone tablet with the words 'Veritas itaque Probitas' on my upper right back. That's Latin for 'Truth, and so honesty'. Anyways, my roommate's brother gave me the tattoo and I was just bored out of my mind. I called up my roommate's sister and she then began a road trip to my apartment where everything was occurring. By the time she had arrived my shading had just been finished; a little sore on the back but nothing one can't shake off. She got hers touched up as well. The brother left and the roommate went to sleep, and then it was pounding time. She had come solely for a booty call, unlike other times. I must've gone through a whole pack of connies. She had taken some ups so I was just relaxing. The only problem I had with it was that she scratched the shit out of my new tattoo. I told her to not be mistaken; that was not my arousal face but rather the pain face. After a good 8 hours of solid on and off fucking, I curiously asked why now? She said that there had never been a better window and she jumped at the chance. Must have liked it; she comes down every time she has free now. Good sex, but nothing about a relationship.

I did my due diligence and found out that she had not lied to me; I was the first person she had cheated with. She didn't even feel bad, which makes me feel that she's just settling for the tool that she is currently with. The upside is that there is 60 miles of highway between us, so no attachment is wonderful. This way I can juggle other women as well.

And so ends the story. College and sex are fun, for awhile.

so basically you went from little mario to big mario

But "why"?

Cool shit bruh. I'm going to the gym to work out now myself. Get some muscles.

I enjoy the gym but I like the convenience of having weights at my house. I've been taking protein supplements and eating a lot of chicken lately. Using 20 lb. dumbles for a good work out is nice; I punch the air with those on the days I want to kill my arms to stretch them.

Whatever happened to Arkantis

Arkantis

The fuck is

Whatever happened to Arkantis

He joined the army; he's currently in the middle east somewhere that he cannot disclose. Last time I was chatting with him he was on his way back but said it was a long process. He may be stateside very soon.

"Didn't Obama end the way months ago? Why ain't everybody back yet!?" - Teenage Democrats