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So this is the second time that I've attempted this blog, I wrote one yesterday but then discarded it at the last moment. It wasn't very good, in fact, it was down right shit. So here I go again.

I looked after my nephew on the weekend. It was good although these bloody teenagers, its hard to know when they are bored or having fun, their faces remain the same. It was difficult to tell whether I pissed him off or pleased him. I can only assume he had a good time, I haven't received any angry phone calls so it must have been ok.

So a few posts ago I did an entry called Hotel California where I talked about an abandoned hotel that me and my friend went to. My very own personal photographer has put up some photos on his blog, check them out. It's very difficult to tell your friends that what they are doing is amazing with out sounding like you are sucking up their arse for some reason. The thing is, I love the direction that he is taking with his photos. He has a good eye and somehow manages to capture the feeling of whatever it is that he's shooting. Although I provided links to some flikr accounts, his pictures are better. I look forward to what The Future brings.

You know what I haven't been in a while? In love. I realised that I love, but I'm not in love. And it doesn't matter how much I love, if its unrequited then it means nothing. Saying that, I just spent 10 minutes on the phone with the girl I'm cultivating a crush on discussing her up coming weekend and how she is finally going to be able to fuck the guy she's been after. Yeah, it was a truly wonderful phone call. It reminds me of the time I had to listen to that girl that I was in love with get fucked by that dude that I secretly considered a douche bag. Yeah, that was awesome too. And he still has my Bumfights DVD, douche bag.

Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, L O V E love. That feeling you get when the person that you desire comes into your field of vision, like you stomach is about to take flight, like you are about to experience something amazingly wonderful. That giddy light headed feeling that could be love, could be a stroke.

And that's all the analogies that I could think of. Perhaps its better that I am not in love, it does not seem like I have much to offer anyone. You know how it is with love, it's all, like, exciting and shit.

I can lust though, that's something I can do. Oh I lust like there's no tomorrow. Perhaps if I wasn't serving such top quality trim all day then maybe I wouldn't be lusting so much. For instance, I just watched a hot Irish girl try on some jeans and play with her own ass in the mirror. Is it any fucking wonder I can't sleep at night?

And to think I abandoned the other blog because it was too depressing.