Oopsadaisy

I'm behind like an ass, and for that I apologize. Been looking for a real job and trying to get in as much fun as I can before things go bankrupt again.

Faerie Fun at the Festival. Part 3

Yes, yes this is loong overdue. For that I apologize. There have been quite a few things going on lately that have sucked up all my attention and left me more than a little drained when I should have been here, telling the tales that you young ones like to be tucked into. So, without much further ado, back to my usual enthusiastic rambling and self therapy. Now, while the night we spent at the fest was very, very good. I will skip over it. Mostly due to the fact I still have trouble remembering each and every event. I was...quite intoxicated. One might even have thought drunken! Okay, okay, drunken was an understatement. It was awash with expensive vodka, bright swirling colours, and dashes for beer. In the mean time, I'll skip that experience and go straight towards the morning;

A more glorious morning couldn't have been afforded. Thor answered my gripes with a force and fury that left sodded the in small lakes and blew apart cheaper shelters. Not a ray of the sun penetrated the clouds, pouring down their hefty load. Not that any sun was needed, lightening streaked across the sky blindly illuminating the chaos and leaving those of us...more sensitive to the light than the previous day simply blind during unguarded moments. Our tent, as it turned out, wasn't as waterproof as we had been lead to believe. In fact it sucked. Against Thor's might the cheap plastic and bad stitching was ripped away by the wind then pummeled by the rain. Leaving gaping holes and three people scurrying to pick up all the clothes we had stripped off during the night and anything else that would absorb the freezing water. Needless to really say we didn't save everything. Several pairs of socks, a cloth over-coat, two pairs of shoes, a pair of panties, a bra, and a convenient towel were stowed inside the cooler for safe keeping.


However, the blessing (because despite people's gripes, it was a blessing) gave me amble opportunity to help my comrades. Thomas, taking up for his cute little lady, braved the cascading, wind driven needles to grab E's bag. Then make way to the toilet where he would hold out till things calmed down. Mostly because the booze had gotten to him. E, being the shy woman she is, relegated me to standing outside in the blessed rain and guarding the tent while she undressed and attempted to put on her outfit. Several cigarettes later, wearing 20lbs of leather, and laying back on their car I heard some shouting. At first I believed it to be E asking for help, hoping she had not ended up pinching something tender...then it went by. A 3 person tent, the same brand we purchased, red with black stitching, went ass over tits flying through the air bouncing as it hit the ground only to fly seemingly higher and further while the same time pouring water from every corner. A very busty, very upset woman was walking furiously behind stringing together cuss words at a proud rate. Her partner looked more or less amused at the fact his scantily clad woman was yelling at an inanimate object. Well, mostly inanimate. The damn tent made it more than 1/2 a mile before being snagged into a tree, as we saw later that day.

Then I heard another yell, this time it was E. It had taken seconds for the run away tent to pass, and she did not sound as worried as I had assumed she might. So, no emergencies. However, upon entering the tent....I found E sitting, attempting to cover herself with her outfit, slightly upset at the fact she unstrung the ENTIRE side of BOTH sides of the corset top. Fuck. We had no idea how much longer Thomas would be held back by the storm as the sun was breaking through in steady rays now. So, as quick as I could I told E to throw it out and let me quickly lace her back up. She agreed. Thankfully the aluminum grommets were large enough to be able to throw the leather lace through. Unfortunately it meant E had to sit there shivering trying to not mind me adjusting her breasts and telling her to sit up straight so the thing would fucking fit. Admittedly I sneaked a peak or two, but she was forgiving and understanding of the fact I'm her friend, just not her gay friend. We were barely in luck. As I was tying up the lace itself Thomas walked in. E flushed the brightest red I had seen her blush yet, and Thomas caught sight of her and stopped dead in his tracks. Me? I leaned back against the cooler as smug as I could be.

He was awe struck, she was quietly proud, I stepped out for a cigarette again. Ten minutes later they both stepped out under an umbrella Thomas smiling. I laughed a bit and we went on our way.

Running Till We Run Out of Luck.

Yes, I know, this is supposed to be part 3 of the Renaissance Festival, but things haven't exactly gone as planned lately. It's not bad, I must say, but very unexpected.

Next Monday I will be starting at a company called Etech. This is an electronic communications firm. Another way of saying a call centre that makes me a sales person. It will start off full time, from 4pm to 11pm, weekends off. That's for four weeks...minimum wage. It won't be a great deal of money, but it will help. After that I will be part time, with a varying schedule that's a headache to even try to remember. It was supposed to be full time, with weekends off at $9 an hour. That has been battered down to $8 hourly with weekends included. Oh well.

We still have the once a week at Tom's place, kicking back with video games and beer and food. Somehow, despite not having any money to speak of, we all still scrape enough together to make sure we all have fun. In a culture where art is truly disposable in the worst of ways we small group of people take the time to discuss politics, the weather, the latest designs for games and movies, and wonder about the stars sharing any new information we've gleaned. Love my friends; the stupid, irresponsible, people that we are.



On the down side it seems my other 'friend' has outted himself to the world, well his world anyways, and is now comfortably settling down with a new boy that he seems to like very much. Well, perhaps calling it a downside is a bit much, it does mean that I'm going to have to try to find a new play thing, though. Shhaaame on me! But, with it seeming everyone is in a relationship lately things have been gray. This old warrior is having trouble keeping up. My bar hopping, fight craving, booze swilling, violent gaming, braggart friends are finding more delicate distractions. Yet. Love, it seems, eludes me in this part of the world. Oh well, simply means I need to find more to dedicate my time to. With any luck...this Etech will be able to put me onto full time and ontop of my bills so I can mount myself on top of something more fun.



So, a positive experience yet, and more to come. But, as you can see, these weeks have been very surprising and full of turns, indeed.

Intermission.

I know that I was supposed to finish the blog about the ren-fest...but there has been way too much alcohol floating around lately and the celebrating has gotten in the way of story-telling.

So, forgive this intermission.

Faerie Fun at the Festival. Part 2.

So, day two kicked off to an amazingly b.e.a.utiful morning. Of course for me that means it was drizzling, dreary, overcast, and that chill in the air that makes you shudder fearing a foul wind? I was goddamn giddy. Unable to sleep we had all woken up early, cleaned, packed, and took off. We were 2.5 hours AHEAD of schedule. At this point it was roughly 6:30 AM. We stopped for a couple cups of coffee and hash-browns, but left still two hours earlier than we expected. I'll spare you kids the next 3 hours of bad jokes and great groaners. Although, there was one very scary moment; the turn off to the only stop we had planned was to an OFF ramp, against the flow of traffic. There was a near collision, but we made it fine and dandy.

Upon arrival we took a half hour to set up our tent, get the cooler stowed, and dressed. Unfortunately by this time the drive had taken it's toll. Of course it was passed 10 in the morning and the Texas sun was already in full force. I decided to skip on wearing the 20lbs of leather and opted for a brown cut off that may resemble a tunic if you don't look too closely and squint a little. Of course E looked cute as hell and Tom was as scary looking as he wanted to be. So, we ventured forth already sweaty, but no less giddy. And damn, did it pay off.

As soon as we stepped inside the large stone arches that scent of fresh black soil, new leather, cooking meats, and perfumed people's made us forget about the cramped car. The idea was simple, today was for browsing and watching the performers, taking note of those things we would purchase later while being able to generously tip the performers for their fine, funny, and raunchy acts. I had a few myself for the samba and gypsy dancers. As well as the sexy fairies that wondered around. Two caught my eye in a way that only really one other woman has before. The first wore blue and silver, petite yet tall she walked with a light step and a bright smile. What caught my eye before noticing even the corded muscle under the cat-suit and delightful way she bounced under the spandex was the dark auburn hair that framed her rich blue eyes. I made a mental note to offer her something fine later. The second...well, who could blame me? Tall, exquisitely muscular, curvy, confident, and very very...green. She was an amazon goddess that left me slack jawed. Unfortunately for me her hand was attached to a male just as arousing. Didn't stop the mead from flowing into several cups and being offered to the happy couple in good faith. They knew what they were doing, unabashedly they let me lavish my attention on them for a good while before Tom and E were a bit...upset. I payed for it with lunch.


Of course...I was in on two secrets from my two compatriots. For Tom, I helped him look for a suitable ring and a well guarded plot where people rarely ventured. Often I would break them away from one another, making sure Tom got his privacy to browse, but as well speaking to E about what time and how the big reveal of her sexy bravado for him would go. Neither saw through my illusions in keeping an eye on the other. It was fantastic. Both of them would glance at the other smiling while thinking about the other's reactions, I would smile at them both happily helping them give each other wonderful presents the next day. While E's present was simply needing time, Tom's gift needed to be found. So, after watching The Steele Sisters and Adam 'Crack' we headed to Sherwood. E's favourite place. It was there we found hair braiders. E, being the giving gal she is insisted that while she waited and got her do that the man and me look around and wait for her to text. This was our chance! We headed off, asking and accosting jewelers of all sorts. It was to little avail at first...after nearly giving up to settle on a jade piece we found a small, unassuming shed of a shop. Inside were the usual fair. Trinkets of decent quality, but nothing outstanding and lavish as the jade. Until Tom spotted it. A small rose, studded with a single sapphire in the base. He knew it was perfect. But we had to act quickly.

So, we managed to purchase the ring, and have it sized.....there was a hitch, however. E was texting furiously waiting at a bridge. I did what any friend would do, gave him the perfect alibi and sent him on his way. It took an hour for the ring to be sized, and the timing was as good as it could have been. Pocketing the thing I saw Tom and E making their way to me, so I did what I always do in a situation like that. Ran towards the nearest sharp and pointy shop and hid. Luckily it was the blacksmith, who only raised an eye-brow when I told them that I had got caught up watching his craft. I was scolded, and we sauntered on to the next act, then towards more drink and more food before the fireworks. A great band played while jugglers walked around the entirety of The Arena, the fire eater took some hecklers on the chin by dashing a harmless bowl of flash powder over their heads, and the fireworks were accompanied by some of the greatest bagpipes you've never heard! Ah....we were so fucking bushed and drunk that we struggled to stay clothed as we walked back to the tent.



This is not where this day ends, however, as the nights festivities continued after the children were asleep and the couple clasped each other tight. But, that'll be for later. That night holds some things that bear more description than the length of this post allows. As for Sunday, it was uneventful comparatively, but deserves full accounts by it's own right due to the love of the happy couple that I attended.

Faeire Fun at the Festival. Part 1

So, this weekend, it was a thing. A great thing. There was a super sexy secret dress, and a personally powerful proposal. To say all three of us had fun is an understatement. Even if after it was said and done I feel a little burned. It is the part of the friend, however.

Well, this won't be an easy one to write. More happened over the course of three days and two nights than in the last several months. It was a menagerie of spectacular sights, wonderful scents, loud melodic sounds, and so much goood drink. Perhaps it would be best to begin with the day before leaving?

Friday; it was a simple way to start, I stay at my place, getting the sleeping bag and lanterns ready for the next night, wash clothes, and pack only the essentials. You see, I am a light traveler. The idea is simple, you can find most things waiting for you at the destination, so all you truly need are the clothes you want, and deodorant. Of course there was enough liquor to kill a small bull, but that's the greatness of packing lightly, it allows more flexibility for personal items later. Plus, of course, there is the all important bag; leather, double stitched, only one pocket needed for the smaller goods, with netting to separate deodorant from toothpaste and etcetera. So thus I waited, impatiently.

Not without some fun in mind though, because you see, both of my friends (Tom and E) had a surprise for each other planned on Sunday. And, being the great friend that I am, I had helped them both keep their secrets from each other. E was looking forward to surprising Tom with a certain outfit, one that made all of the male species who saw it salivate. And Tom...he needed the ring to put onto E's hand to permanently bond them into a couple. My couple of friends. Thus, I waited, excited to see her reaction to his plan, and to see her in the dress I had hemmed up and pleated so those fine hips showed a bit more. They arrived, we packed all, and went to theirs to sleep.

Sleep...however...didn't come easy. It was a Friday night after all, so staying on a strange couch while the parties outside bled in made this man very grumpy. It was fine, however, after I went for a stray smoke and glowered at the kids partying they seemed to get the hint and pissed off. Then the neighbors next door (who were also partying to a lesser degree) came out to accost me about standing in the cold half naked smoking alone. So they joined me till it was time for them to rest, and me to try again as well. The next three house of sleep dropped off and left me waking up staring at Tom's ass as he bent over looking for pancake batter. E's cute panty covered butt was next to his inspecting something else. A much better way to wake up than alone. I swear, they're my best friends and are quirky looking as it gets...but they both underestimate how attractive they actually are.

And there's the proof. I think we'll leave this here. The rest will be added as I remember in the next couple of days as separate posts. I should have at least a few more pictures to add to the list, we'll see how they turned out when they're emailed to me.

Till then, ttfn, ta ta for now, kids.

The Renaissance Rewritten

This weekend is our first campout at the Renaissance festival, something I've been looking forward to all year. I have no outfit. Very little money. Only a few drops of rye. But I've lots of cigarettes. And two cool people going with.

So, we're going to get ready, and there'll be lots to report come Monday. If I remember. Which I may not.

Conversation for a convenient coffee.

Well, while it's plausible things could have been better these last two weeks, it's also a fact they could have been much, much worse. With one week till Ren Fest looming the excitement is in the air, as is the future.

So what has been happening as of late? Well, let's start with the specifics of last night; a friend has moved into another friend's place because after nearly a year and a half his girl friend decided that it would be better for her, and possibly even him, if they split. He disagreed, but due to her troubled past with boyfriends he did the manly thing and simply, stoically packed. Now, I am a good man (at heart when others aren't looking), and being such decided we needed to get a break from staying in bed after work. So we went for a bar hop.

Six bars litter a our small college city, only one of them had more than a dozen vehicles parked anywhere near-by. It was a simple night, we drank a bit, there was some flirting with a few good girls, a couple sour looks from irked husbands, and my beard was relentlessly tugged...this part was more amusing to him that myself. It never fails, at least one person will pull on my facial features before the last call at any given pub. Not that I usually mind, the exception to that is given when the woman's husband is standing behind her holding her up. It was a positive experience besides, we're both people watchers so a couple hours were spent making up stories and scenarios for those patrons who caught our eyes. My friend was glad to just have gone out and talked to people who were happy to have people to talk back to them; mission accomplished.

As far as Ren Fest, well, we have all the camping supplies needed, a tent, swags, stove, and cooler. All that's lacking are costumes. Well, mine is the one lacking. It isn't as disparaging as later, the weather is cooling off, so the option to wear my favourite black duster simplifies things immensely. I have no money to buy anything except beer and food. It. Will. Be. Grand!

I've also been hearing from a boy recently, it's my personal secret (and the only one who knows of this blog's existence knows) that I enjoy sex with boy the female and male forms. I had met this lad a while back, enjoyed a one night stand, and never thought of him again. A text two days after my last post asked if I was up for hanging out again. For the hell of it, I was. For the hell of it, we fucked each other and sucked each other clean. We've decided to meet up possibly once a week for stress release. So, while it's nice to have an open dirty mind to play with, it's a reminder that I'm still alone. Maybe one day I'll let my secret out and have more options to choose from, but it's dubious. Till then, I'll just try to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and the fact man and woman love what my tongue can do to them.

As far as work goes? I've been talking to a man who's renovating a tire shop in town. The old shop sold to a new place, so they'll be gutting and refitting the entire building for the next week and a half or so. He was a bearded brother, and thus the chances of being discriminated against for having a beard are slim to none. It was damn, damn nice to see another man not ashamed of being a bit gritty. So, cross your fingers! Pray to your God, gods, or goddesses, and hope that things take a turn for the better before the end of All Hallow's Eve.


Well, at least I've gotten laid lately. Questions or comments are welcomed =)

The Cathartic Conditionings of a Cracked 'Core'.

That is, to say, that being insane isn't always all bad.

So, it's been a very busy couple of weeks lately. To say that I started the job search in earnest would be the same as saying body-builders enjoy working out. Nacogdoches is well, and truly, devoid of decent jobs. Maybe if I was a good god fearing man, or shoved the principals that make me into the wonder that is human down a dirty ditch, then I might have a good pizza shop or burger joint gig. As it is, however, the trappings of serving those who look down on me for serving them are less appealing that laying in a dirty ditch with my own moral fibers.

There are, as always to us people watchers (more to the point those who watch themselves) things of note. One would be that...I'm not a gamer anymore. I have reserved a total of 4 games, and bought 1. I've played none. Given I don't OWN a console to play any video games with, it's still surprising to me and my friends that I hadn't really had the motivation to practice for the tournament weekend before last or try to get the endings for all 60 characters in Tekken Tag 2.

Mostly, we sit outside, drink, and discuss the world of politics, productions, and technology. How this differs from anyone else with the answers who forgets them while intoxicated has yet to be seen, but, we don't do it for answers. The musing entertains us.



Financially speaking, things are...rather bleak. I have not applied for unemployment benefits, and at no time soon do I plan to. Paying to the system does not hinder me as I know it will go towards more people who need it rather than abuse it, especially in these hard times. Yet my pride is...holding faster to my heart than anticipated. Giving in is not an option, pleading to those who say I am a fool is not an option. The only thing I have left to do is...well...trudge on.

To give that slow, weary walk forwards as a solider who knows not what else to do than continue marching. Head held high, chest forward, legs strong and steady, arms always tucked under, but with the knowledge that life around me is dwindling towards a certain instability that will buck me from existence and my own place in the world.




What does all that mean? It means; I am very, very pissed that I can't afford the tattoo. That's what it means.

Periodical Punctuations of Positivity.

Well, as much as I am...rather loath to admit it. Not dressing up in Khakis and red polo shirts these last two weeks have been goddamn liberating. I do miss having a job. The constant struggle to help, being productively busy instead of busy to bypass boredom, the constant prospect of an income knowing I would be safe. All of that is gone leaving me bored, restless, highly irritable, and broke. Yet I couldn't be more pleased! Well....no, no, no need to quibble with myself about something like loneliness. All people still suffering it understand my meaning. Without the net of safety and responsibility Things simply seem...more enjoyable.


For the last several days we've played video games (while sud soaked) and gone to the bar for karaoke. Yesterday we rambled on to see The Possession. A fairly decent movie with a really really good ending. Today I will be finished paying for Tekken Tag Tournament 2, and tomorrow the job search will continue in modesty. Have I been stupid in taking back smoking and buying books from Amazon? Yes. Have I been lazy in only searching for work in the middle of the week days instead of striving to find stability? Definitely. Do I or anyone else feel bad for it? Nope. I can possibly continue this for another two weeks before things get dire, yet doing as wanted instead of as needed is exactly the kind of mental release I've been needing.


I feel rested, and at times even hopeful. Of course there's been a few things that have...triggered me. But, they're've been less, and less, and less it seems, since leaving that hole. Two weeks, and I'm a better person who's starting to tan. Go fucking figure. Now, onwards to the bank, and my new tattoo.

A Cry For Innocence.

It's 5 am. It's too hot outside, and too cold inside. The last sliver of hope that maybe, perhaps someday, there'll be happiness in life was snuffed out. It didn't fade away, there was no gentle wind to pull the heat from the flame. Sudden, cold metal crashed onto the idea leaving only dirty soot and smoke. No one will remember the lapse of judgment.

Nothing of note really happened tonight. Me and a couple friends stayed up, stayed outside talking, realising that no matter how much we might love someone, try to do right, and be honorable; we're going to be fucked over my people who are too stupid to know what's going on around them and be hypocrites to themselves.

I did talk to Irish a bit, but the opposite of a fun catch up happened. So much for a last hope. Off to bed, to trudge on again tomorrow.

Precedings to the endings.

So, to anyone who stumbles across this blog wondering what this particular piece is about, I'll cut to the chase so you don't have to worry about your little mind running in circles. Two days ago I lost my job. The official answer would be because I refused to shave. My mane was more man than the tame dames who ran the place.

But, that isn't the only point as to why I am again jobless. It always tickles my funny bone, right before hitting it unpleasantly like a half-opened door in the mornings before you could be bothered to open your eyes properly. So it really is not funny at all, just shockingly painful and oddly expected despite the surprise. Oh, and congratulations if you made it this far in, you have more than average intelligence or your life is as sad as mine. Either way, celebrate, because now the summations have been summed up.
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This story actually starts a little more than two weeks ago, at work (where all of this event happens) I remember being asked very bluntly what I thought of my manager. Well, you see, being graveyard shift means that I have two managers. One who directs the nights, and the one during the day who directs her to direct the rest of us that don't prefer the sun. Simple. I answered the man just as bluntly as he had asked; my night manager was relaxed and always managed to get the essentials done, plus more, while OUR manager seemed to be a hard worker but on occasion mildly disorganized. That was it, no more, and probably a little less if I'm allowed to be biased (goddamn right I am).

Now, take from that and ignore time for one week and two days (I hope you remembered to bathe between). OUR manager (hereto known as C.) C was actually, livingly, in the fleshingly, at the store after 10 o'clock. The surprise and shock took all three of us off guard. She did sometimes pop in, but C. had a habit of not staying long, usually there to just give orders to someone unfortunate enough to be 'helping.' Forced by altruism to stay behind because their job depended on it. Our shock and awe at her own 'altruism' was well received. She was pleased with us running about like ants under her feet, looking impressive without appearing to try to. We soon found out that she wasn't there to help so much as find more for us to do. You see, this is why we're compared to ants. We run in circles, helping the hive, but the queen only wants her jelly and see us run faster.

After the orders were issued and new tasks written for posterity...I got a special call into her office. The joke here is that it was in fact NOT her office, but her officer's office.

Well of course there was a problem I had caused and I could repair. It seems the person who had asked me about my managers back when had gone straight to them and conjured up a story that I had berated, belittled, and was beside myself with annoyance at them both. Of course I sure as hell was now.

I told my manager simply this; berate is a strong word, and I remembered what I said, it more or less fell under the lines of musing. C quickly dismissed the choice of words as unimportant followed those choice dismissals with a sheet of paper with particular goatee styles on them. Suddenly (after over 4 months) my beard was a problem that needed to be nipped back down to a bud. That was that.

Scoot your ass forward, because this is where things get even more coincidental.

 Now then, four days ago someone suddenly appeared, fresh as a pastry saran wrapped and freeze dried. Take what you want from that. She was to replace my current night leader and be (in an almost, so very close to literal sense) the new queen bee. Not a problem, right? At this point I was thinking of tendering my resignation anyways. Oh, the problems, they did begin again.

Water was spilled! Cakes were knocked onto the floor! Coffee flowed freely onto the carpet and shoes of unsuspecting patrons! It was as if that thing that makes your ears ring had been born human to more totally be awkward and irritating. Three days I worked with that. She cleaned up, oh yes, the shelves, and back splashes never looked so tidy. But of course when the patrons and "regular chores" were held and up not being touched upon it was in-fact my fault for not keeping up.

This was all brought to a head by the fact I rifled through her purses one day to find six seperate pill bottles when she was more energetic than necessary after a 'tinkle' and shutting down HER till an hour early.

Bitterness did not begin to describe the violence brewing in my mind.

I tendered my two week notice.

Yesterday, I received a text (poorly written and badly spelled, by our ant queen) saying that the notice had been received with good faith. Yet, since I hadn't managed to cut my beard, C decided that it was best I left sooner than in a fortnight. As in that night I would no longer be needed.

So here I sit today, smelling of mead and spiced clove smoke. Once again jobless, once again wondering if I told this story to anyone I know in person, would ANY of them not ask me afterwards; "so why didn't you just cut your beard?"


Quack :V

Facing the shelves.

Just an update on things. More of a; in case someone gets curious as to where I went on the social networks. Well, I went off. To be exact I left. There could be quite a few reasons why, but it mostly boils down to whether it was Facebook, or Tumblr, or just about any other place, each time I tried to contact someone or strike up conversation I was ignored. Brushed off. Two word replies with a smile emote and then nothing.

There's enough stress in paying rent to live at home, working as a minimum wage cashier for hicks and all ignorant human races, being compared to the running family joke, and never looked at or talked to except as anything but a stranger in the house.

So, if anyone's come looking for me to see where I went. Call it a vacation. Or call the phone if you really want to know. Though I doubt anyone has that sorted amount of care.