Check-Up

This is an outsider's view of "Baughb Sanders".

He is  a pretty cool guy, never afraid to stand up for himself or his friends.  He may suck at Scrabble, but he always has something good to say.  His quest to find the right person before he gives it up may seem laughable at first, but as I have gotten to know him, I see that it is an admirable goal.  I hope he can keep it; Lord knows he has no shortage of potential suitors. :)

It's always fun to see him get excited about new software, a new song, or freak out when a moth flaps into the room.  Be warned, though, if you end up living with this man, you will probably have to play beekeeper or exterminator more than once!!  He has awesome goals (most involve living in some pretty awesome homes... ask him to show you.  He has pictures) and awesome energy.

I highly reccomend getting stuck in a hailstorm with him, or convincing him to be your DD.  Those always end up being awesome nights.  And he makes really, really tasty drinks.  Most involve vodka, but even taking shots with him can be a memorable (or in most cases, wish-you-could-remember-able) time.  There may be dance parties, Jenga, or Gretchen Weiners involved (not bad things).

Fair warning, he will kick your ASS at Super Smash Bros.  It can be fun to watch him nerd out with other closet-geeks.  Be sure to have a beer handy if you are the spectator, though... it can be like sitting through the third lord of the rings... :).

SO.... be his friend.  follow him on twitter.  come to his parties.  dress up as him on halloween (its easy to do this... be 7 feet tall and wear next to nothing!) But for God's sake, keep him away from moths.  You will thank me for that advice later.

And now here is what he has to say:

 Wow, Ryan, we've lived together for four days and we've already had this many adventures?!  I guess I do like to avoid moths and bees but I love softwarre updates and hailstorms.  I love throwing parties, and I really want to throw a few more. Nudity is totally allowed, preferred actually, and I'm so ready for it.  I hope I get a cute house next semester to throw a few more parties! Drunken jenga--let me make the drinks.  And Super Smash? An ultimate favorite. Now let's finish Mean Girls and down these drinks, roommate!

~Jason

Honesty

It's about time I came clean.

I'm gonna be honest, I had a few shots before posting this.

I'm coming clean.  This semester I learned how to lie, to sell and to cheat to get what I wanted.

Nothing that I have I want to keep...

I've made this bed and I'm obligated to lie in it.

I'm fixing everything, you know, my old ways. I mean I met a thousand people in one semester, that's a thousand times the damage.

I'm on my way to being honest. I'm no "other woman" and I'm no pushover. It's time I showed those who have wronged me how wrong they are, and it's time I showed those who I love how much I love them.

~Love,
Jason

Why are gay men such liars?

Why do you lie about the life you live? Why do you pretend you're loaded, why do you act like you have so many friends, why do you make up stories?

< Blah blah blah go fuck yourself.>

We're reaching a day where honesty is such a prize,
where the first man to reveal how pitiful his life really is,
well, he's becoming more valuable by the day.

(...The trick is, where is he?)

I also have to mention, I'm going on a metaphorical vegetarian diet. No more meat in my life. Or my mouth.

Too much testosterone can kill a man, so maybe that explains why I'm socially drowning. Just chillin in the social ICU waiting for salvation.

Every day I'm transforming to meet the conformation of my world :( I have to be aggressive, I have to control, I have to fake more things every day... What happened to mom helping you up or that kid in the sandbox giving you his tractor?

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somehow i think that fairytale is done...
i'm the child that stole the tractor.

April's Complaints

So April...

Trash Bag Party was a win.

Boys, boys everywhere but not a drop to drink

All my friends are happy and everything is smooth sailing

I'm learning to meditate, getting back into working out and stretching

420 is tomorrow, I chose perhaps the worst time of year to apply for jobs

I wish aids upon many an enemy this month

And I wrote this blog instead of meditating. Success!!

Wow

So I have like a billion tabs open in Opera.

And this is one of them. I always refresh this tab hoping a new post will appear. Like when I'm lonely and I refresh facebook again and again at 4am until I get something.

So, I'm just listening to indie, making pizza for me and a friend and I have been at FIRESTONE FOUR TIMES TODAY TO GET A FREAKING OIL CHANGE!

Granted, I love me some synthetic Firestone oil, but sometimes I feel like I'm putting all the work into this relationship.

Mike said they're busy, but I think Mike meant to say, "Hey thanks for coming, but sorry we're incompetent. Come back in three hours."

Bitch, I have a life. And/or a calculus class at that time!

So anyways, this is my failed attempt at reaching corporate to get a message across. Or at least a strongly-worded letter for the store manager. Ok really, I just got wasted and slept through my appointment this morning. GO COLLEGE!

Ring in the New Semester

So, craziest party EVER last night. A renewal of the half birthday party, where six months after your real birthday you have a get together where everyone parties half-naked.

Mutha fucka we had ladies in lace thongs and men rocking the Express. (I was one of those men.)

(Yes, one of THOOOOSE men.)

We don't have drapes here. Imagine how scarred the neighbors very well may have been last night at 3 AM.


Going to coffee ; ) Clean up the house for me, ok?