MySpace Account is Still Valid!?!?!

So for shits and giggles, I checked to see if my old MySpace account was still intact (for those who don't know MySpace = (Facebook - pokes - likes) + cool background decorations + customized background music).  Golly gee, it was still alive and kicking, just the way I left it 3 or 4 years ago.  It was like when you find that old Atari in your attic, you hook it up, it's cool for a second, but then that shit gets old real fast.  I did find some interesting things though, some old blogs I wrote on MySpace.  I was quite the asshole I might say.  Cynicism and sarcasm at its greatest.  My view of the world has changed a little bit since then, and I wouldn't say that I don't agree with what I wrote back then, but I would just say maybe nowadays I would say it differently.  Is that a good thing or a bad thing?  I'm not sure.  From what I read I was a little bit more "raw," a little "hungrier" than I am now.  I'm kind of jealous how that guy wrote, I gotta find him again, he had an edge to him.  Not to say I'm not an asshole today, because I am (ask my co-workers, family, pets, etc...they'll all agree).  Just a more mellow asshole...sometimes (ask Jodi Dion).  I just want to harness that level of asshole-osity I possessed back then, and harness that dickhead energy into my writing now. 

Here is an example of that asshole-osity.  This is a blog I wrote September 19, 2007, my first one to be exact (damn I was still in my twenties).  I remember my wife (at the time only my girlfriend/mother of my child) was not so pleased about this post. It was raw emotion and observation.  A lot of truth, and some exaggeration (I never "percolated" at Coach House...maybe just a broad example, or maybe hung over while writing the post...only the MySpace gods know now).  Take a peek into the past, my MySpace time capsule.  I'll post the other old blogs some other time, but enjoy this one for now. 

P.S.  - Peep the emoticon, I forgot all about them shits, haahaha!
P.P.S - I will never, never, ever, ever, never conclude any future blogs with "Holla Atcha Boy," that was corny and so 2007.

Broken Cherry

                                            Current mood:creative

Well, I'm gonna test this shit out finally. I figure if I want to be writer whose works are viewed in the public domain, then what better way to finally pimp Myspace and perfect my craft for all of you to see. I have read a few blogs and it seems they consist of peoples' gripes, so what should I bitch about? I got it! Women...more specifically, women as girlfriends, spouses, wives, common-law partners, domestic partners,...you get it right, I don't need to go on?  I have been dating my girlfriend for almost 5 years (with a small break in between, but we won't go into that...not today at least), and is it just me, but do women just chose not to even attempt to gain a clear understanding of the male species?  To break it down further, I don't think she knows me after 5 years. Women say men don't pay attention...I'll give you that, but women don't know who they are with. I think they have a perception of who they want to be with and try to (don't quote Beyonce...aw fuck it) "upgrade you" into that imaginary person. For those of you that know my girlfriend, next time you see her, ask her what is Jon's favorite color, and watch the look of utter confusion take over her face. Not to say that she is totally oblivious to my likes and dislikes, she can get the easy ones. Favorite Food: what grown ass man doesn't like a good steak. Favorite TV Show: pretty safe with any sport or Sportscenter. I love that statement that goes "You used to act so nice and romantic when we first started dating." Duh, I was trying to fuck you at the time. Shit, you used to watch football with me and not look disgusted. Duh, she was trying trick you into believing she was the "cool girl."(much love, Julie). I understand that women have plans and dreams that were developed in their minds when they were 5 years old (i.e. marriage, dog, cat, 2.5 kids, house with white picket fence, etc...), but if that plan is deviated from, why must they mold their reality into the perception of that dream. I know a few couples where the woman knows their male spouse is fed up, but will still go on thinking everything is peachy keen. Why? Obviously both of you are not happy, why go on living a lie. The guy thinks if he's a bigger and bigger dick the girl  will get fed up, and the girl can ignore it until the guy goes OJ on her, or until the kids graduate college. Either way, all that shit can be avoided if you ladies get to know the guy you originally started dating and stop trying to change him. We don't change, we just stop doing shit with you. I love to conversate, just not with you about bills and money all the goddamn time. I love to drink, just not with you when you get drunk and ask me "when are we gonna get married?" every ten fucking minutes. I love to have sex, just not missionary all the time. I guess what I am trying to say ladies is, that guy you met sloppy drunk 3 years ago at the Coach House at 2:37 AM Central time that knocked you off your feet while doing the Percolator is still there deep down. He just hiding from that crazy bitch that swallowed his girlfriend that used to not nag, and give him road head (without having to be asked mind you). You just got to figure out how to get him to open the door and come out. It won't take much, maybe a steak and a threesome. I'm Out!!!!  Holla Atcha Boy.