Being the black sheep..

A while ago, I used to post once a week. I found that bloging helped me cope with stress. And at this point in life, Stress is all over the place. Especially now.

Stress issue one. Rent and utilities.
Ever notice when you seem to have it all planned out, you know, Where the money goes and who pays what; it seems to explode in a very negative manner. For instance, with a negative account balance due to a room mates unarriving check, I make plans to pay the overdue powerbill. Now dont get me wrong, not paying the powerbill one month at a time like I should, is my fault. And at my discretion. Hey, I am not perfect, and im no sheep in a flock. Fuck, I dont even consider myself the black sheep. Even being the black sheep is becoming too popular for my tastes. So, Wednesday gets here and I head on over to pay the bill. I entered my zip code wrong, now the money is sitting in tandem, unable for anyone to reach. Not even the company who has it held. Because its over a hundred bucks. Since when did a hundred dollars becoming a lot of money? I blow more money than that on strippers, on a weekly basis. Damnit...

Stress Issue Two, The exes.
Ex's. We all have them, or at least if we do have them they are a source of amusement. Generally. lately, ive been finding my exes cause me a lot more stress than they do humor and or a good time. Can anyone say they have not fucked an ex for several weeks or even months after a breakup. I suppose that is up to whether or not the sex was of note. Meh, Call me shallow but if the sex is shit im not sticking around for a relationship. Sometimes, I feel that should be my general answer to girls that want a relationship with me.
"Sorry Sugar, your sex was crap. I dont think we should see eachother anymore."
Would that be asshole-like enough of me to get off scott free? Doubt it, I would get so much more shit going that route, or so they girls would say, than if I actually did it. I can prove it too. So you, ladies, fuck a guy. he never calls you. He is a dick, end of story. Perhaps you might go so far as to harass him on facebook. Real mature. Might even blow up his phone. Sweet deal chicas. However, If you went into a relationship, where you couldnt satisfy him, and he let it happen a few more times, even let feelings develop. . Well. Now you dont feel shafted, You feel hurt. Heartbroken and used. Now its not about blowing up his facebook. Its negative inner emotions that really mean something. Its depression, drinking and probably follows with you making a bad deceision at a bar with some random stranger/s.  <-- Its happened. I suppose its not even the exes that cause me stress, but more so the ideals of the women Ive encountered.

Stress Issue Three Video Games
Oh how I love video games. Am I a nerd? Probably, Still get laid more than your average joe I promise you that. "pff, By fat chicks." No, you are wrong bud. Strippers ("Eww. Gross!" Says one girl reading this blog. Your right, Strippers arent people, mothers, friends or family members. Ah, The narrowminded.) Waitresses, college girls and peers. And even then, fat chicks? Just another way to be part of the degrading message society has to send to anyone who is comfortable with their body. I cant tell you, as a male, how many times I have sat and talked up a girls self esteem because they believe they are too fat, ugly or hideous to do anything that would possibly reveal their true body nature to the world. Women, In general, are beautiful creatures. Full of over exterted emotion, crazy backstabbing schemes and vindicitive behavior sure. However, Amazing creatures with the ability to make even the worst days fade away. But with such power comes responsibility right? With such power, your nagging and "me me me!" ideals really drive us to get our mind off of things. Let me play a game, get my mind out of 'YOUR' world. Let me have complete control over some pixelated little avenger for the light, or minion of hell for just a few hours a day. I promise at the end of the night you will have my full attention. I know, Sex right. Becuase only men enjoy it, and women are use objects are to be used. Just to clear that up, Sarcasm. Women like sex just as much if not more than I do. Which is a feat all in its own. Orgasm is a word I generally only speak of in the plural sense. And to the girls that cant have orgasms. Your tricking yourself. Self fulfilling prophecy right there, Stop it. Dont believe me, Ive got references. Oh, I didnt give it, But i know who did and to who.

Just a point, to anyone who actually reads my blogs. They are tangegated. If thats not a word, I just made it one. Matter of fact, im going to look it up. One moment please..
Its not a word. As of February 9th, 2011 at 4:32 Pm. I declare Tangegated a word of Trounce-isms.

Should I explain that word? Read my previous three paragraphs. They are Tangegated. They start one place, and then flow outward until they may have nothing to do with my intiail point, However, if you retrace your steps, you might wind up at the beginning. Might being the key word. My mind runs off in tangents all time. Its a habit. I like to keep my mind healthy, busy and always in motion. As I write my posts I have music that is busy, full of words and beats. Like Techno or . . Rave music. Not something I listen to on a day to day basis. However, it seems that this music speaks to me as I write. I think this post is good for now, Ill write another in a week.

Stay stress free.. Have some sex. Smoke a bowl. Mediate. To each their own.

-Trounce