Untamed

The days seem to be going faster than I can recall. Yesterday felt as though it was Saturday, but Windows and the rest of the world tell me that it’s Tuesday; where the Hell did Sunday and Monday go? Then again, the many late nights that I’ve had and the days seeming to all be cold, overcast and raining may help create the illusion that the days are passing as slowly as I seem to believe. Wait, this means that my holidays are almost over! Just as I was about to wind down and really enjoy myself, too. Things with the people who surround me have seemed to improve lately and I’ve been feeling much better in comparison to the state I was in just over one week ago.

Then again, I have been letting my creative energies run a little rampant in the past few days, writing peices of a story as well as maintaining my blogs and playing a few games. I have been meaning to amuse myself with a few rounds of iSketch but by the time I had nothing left to do, the game had completely evaded my mind. Either that or I was too tired to continue putting a finger to a key or mouse button. I’ve been swamped with kids talking to me, too; fourteen year olds, thirteen year olds and most of them are all females and of the lesbian persuasion. Is it just me, or am I becoming some sort of chick magnet and having no clue about it? I don’t even know how half of them find me, either. Well, that’s a lie, I do know and it’s all thanks (or no thanks) to a friend of mine on my AIM contact list.

Oh, it’s okay though because the amount of people who are flung my way are superceeded by the amount of times they respond to me saying how funny, awesome I am or, in more specific words, how much I rock. It’s kind of funny, to talk to people who are years younger than me and often only just coming into their teen years as I’m exiting my own. I have nothing to talk about with them and their interests and maturity levels always differ from my own. (Yes, this means I usually find younger people more immature and stupid, but there are exceptions to that general perception.) In any case, before it escapes my mind or I run out of days to relax and have a game or two, I think I should end this entry now and go terrorise the users at iSketch. Feel free to come pester me, I’m usually under the alias “Vittra”.

I’ll draw your socks off.

Just when I thought the world couldn’t become more annoying with its absolutely ridiculous obsessions, I have to find this turd of a frog. Everyone by now should have heard someone talk about the “crazy frog”, hear an endless advertisements about it on television or see them around on the Internet; heaven forbid, you may have even heard the frog jittering away with its annoying sounds on someones cell phone.

I can’t believe how far this crazy frog phase has gone, either! So much so that every time I hear the advertisements, I want to make my relevision takes its rightful place on the rocks under my window. The creators of this “awesome” idea even decided to rake in more money by releasing it as a single. Yeah, the very thing I’ve ever wanted is to hear the local store playing the crazy frog song as I shop.

Personally, I can’t wait for this craze to die down. The ringtone or the tune itself is not a stroke of genius, not to mention the fact that the creator has to piggyback off the Axel Foley tune in order to increase its popularity and catchy effects. I blame the UK for being so pathetic that they swarm all over this absolutely annoying and irritating creation.

I hope they never dare try their hand at more annoying ringtones that turn into “music singles”. That isn’t a single, it’s random sounds created that sound like gibberish and span over a period of time repeating itself. Go find some real talent and real creativity and stop encouraging people to push this kind of bullshit.

The Road to Nothing is a saga.

His secretary turned to Andy with a look of concern on her face, which quickly dissolved into a playful grin. Everything is going exactly how she expected it to go and she knows Andy won’t, or can’t refuse. He took a step closer to her, looking her over from her ankles to the top of her head; there were things about her that he never noticed before. He never remembered her eyes being such a bright green or her hair being as auburn brown before, he never remembered her skin being so flawless and perfect, yet defined. Then again, Andy never focused much on the details of any woman that went through his hands; he was only ever interested on what they were willing to give him.

Andy stopped for a moment, he knew he had a wife and understood that she loved him very much. In fact, in their thirteen years of marriage he doesn’t recall a single time that his wife ever showed signs of deceit or betrayal. Sometimes he felt bad for doing what he did, but it was beyond his control; if it wasn’t the tequila surging through his veins and clouding his abilities to deny his sexual urges for any woman he sees, he’s too sexually aroused to turn back. He shrugged away the thoughts, grabbed his secretary by the arms and pushed her onto a clean part of his oak table. Andy knew she was frantic, he could feel her heart racing, her body temperature rising, in fact, Andy was surprised at how quickly she responded to his advances.

She was grabbing his clothes, almost ripping them off his body within seconds. Andy knew that this woman had a plan, he sensed it the moment she walked in and looked at him differently than she normally would, but he had never imagined she’d behave like this. To be truthful, he loved the very idea of her wanting him, it made him feel even more powerful than he usually did. It wasn’t until she had successfully removed his belt and pants that the plan began to turn sour. Andy groans, as he takes a moment to block the images of what unfolded after that moment. He couldn’t believe he didn’t think to lock the door, or at least go somewhere more private like the toilets – a location he usually took all his subjects.

He looks at the barman and notices his drink is almost ready, vodka with a bit of lemon. He only had a few more moments to remember what happened, before he drank away his misery and headed home to his children and wife. Resting his head back on his arms, he sighs; the image of the door opening and him falling off his oak desk, hitting his head violently on the wall next to it floods through his mind. He remembers trying to pull his pants back on, desperately to hide his most sensitive part of himself. Andy didn’t dare look at his secretary from that moment on, but he could feel her eyes boring into him as if to wonder how on Earth he could allow such an action to be caught. All he remembers after that is being shoved onto the street and walking into the bar.

The barman places the drink in front of Andy without saying a word; it’s as though there was a connection with Andy and knew not to talk until he was in a more sober state. Though Andy was a regular at the bar, he constantly came in every day to have a drink for every minute that passed in his life. Andy sat up, although a little unsteady and puts a hand around the glass, the cold liquid causing his hand to feel slightly numb. His eyes begin to water and he takes this as his cue to down the clear spirit now, or not at all. He raises the shot to his mouth and swallows, a sour look upon his face breaking almost instantly. If his legs aren’t amputated tonight, due to the amount of alcohol he has consumed, there’s no way his legs will ever be amputated, he thought to himself as he began to feel light headed. The next moment, Andy had fallen off his barstool and onto the ground, hitting his head on the ground at impact.

The human body, so weak, yet so strong; one has to wonder if we are meant to have illnesses and inflictions of pain throughout some parts of the body. Medical science may say that the body is supposed to be cared for and ensured that it’s being kept in its optimal condition but perhaps people get back pain, asthma and other ailments because the body is designed to naturally do this.

It would be easy to say that the body is broken or damaged so easily because of natural selection, the force that separates the weak from the strong and only allows the fittest to survive, but there must be more to it than that. Perhaps their is a God and suffering in pain is a way to pay for any “sins” our soul has done, but for those who don’t have a religion, such as myself, one has to consider another reason.

Every time someone experiences some form of illness in the body, they’re sent to a doctor who attempts to correct the problem. Now, due to the fact that medical research has shown that such treatments return the body to what is accepted as its “intended, natural” state, everyone assumes that is how the body is supposed to behave and how it should be, when everything is all right. It is this global acceptation that makes asking anyone if illnesses are supposed to happen far more difficult.

To say to anyone, “You’re having back pain because that’s how the body was intended to develop” would be laughed at merely because medical science has put their foot down and forced the public to believe it. If the body can be contorted and forced to do many things considered “unnatural”, then surely a more natural process such as body degradation and illness is more likely to be “by design” feature and not something that just occurs “because we didn’t stop it”.

The Road to Nothing is a saga.

It seemed to Andy that the tick of his watch was as loud as that of a grandfather clock in the dead of the night, but he knew this was because he had far too much to drink. Slowly raising his head off his arms, which were propped up against the bar table, he felt the back of his head thump in rhythm with the ticking and found his surroundings far too blurry to make much sense of. Taking a glance at his wristwatch, although a rather energetic glace, he decided to give up telling what the time was through the blur and guess that it was around 2 pm. It was earlier than all the other times that Andy stumbled into the dark, alcohol scented bar, but today had a reason that every other day didn’t. Today was the day he had lost his job.

Andy had a family, a wife and two children to be exact and he was buried in financial debt. He often had money in his wallet but none of it ever went to paying off the mortgage or the credit card bill he had impressively racked up last Christmas. He placed another fiver on the table, sliding it toward the barman and signalling “same again” by making what appeared to be a drunken grunt. His head came down onto his arms with a forceful thud, a move which he regretted making almost instantly, as the pain seared through his head. For the few moments he had to himself before his next ticket to oblivion was served, Andy Winger had nothing more to do than remind himself how he got fired from his job.

It wasn’t particularly Andy’s fault, he’s had a problem with women and red lipstick ever since he can remember, so when a red lipped woman passes his way, the first thing that floods in his mind is the thought of those lips wrapped around his cock. Andy enjoyed the idea of being the boss of a woman and often took the time to order his secretary to reach some paperwork on a high shelf he had purposefully placed there moments before. She always wore rather revealing outfits, particularly skirts that seemed to be three sizes too small for her, but this fact never bothered Andy. If anything, it made him hope she wore more of the same.

He often made excuses to walk past her, even though he had the feeling she was aware of what he was attempting to do. Nonetheless, this didn’t stop him from sliding a hand up the back of her thigh and under her skirt. Plenty of times Andy could have sworn that such an action would have gotten him in trouble by her or causing her to quickly elbow him in the stomach, or worse, lower. Today, she happened to turn up to work with a bright shade of red over her lips and look of seduction set upon her face; clearly she had a plan for Andy and curiosity got the better of him. He took a step behind his secretary and closed the door promptly behind her. He has wanted a bit of her for a while, but the lipstick really put the cherry on the top.