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Over the weekend I did a lot of watching TV into the early am at my apartment. I watched two classic horror movies during this time that I would very much like to talk about at this time. The two movies I watched were American Werewolf in London and Carrie. Now, I'm not talking the stupid American Werewolf in Paris, the remake in the late 90s that didn't live anywhere up to par of the original, I'm talking the original, American Werewolf in London.

Those of you that know me in real life may or may not know that I love horror movies. I love them. Not because they are neccessarily great movies, but because you'll never watch a horror movie that isn't entertaining. Most movies that are coming out lately that are supposed to be scary, I wouldn't classify as horror movies. I would call them more along the lines of psychological thrillers. Now, there are a few exceptions to the aforementioned rule, such as The Grudge. However, even The Grudge is a remake of an old horror flick from Japan entitled Ju-On. Movies like "Saw" or "The Ring" I wouldn't classify in the genre of horror however. Why? you ask, well because my definition of a horror movie may be different.

I classify and rate a movie of its horrer classification if it meets two of my criteria. First off, it has to be generally scary in some aspect of the movie. Generally this is accomplished through cheap scares such as someone or something popping up on camera when the creepy music reaches a peak. It can also be accomplished through specific creepy noises, such as a girl walking through an old house and hearing a scream. It can also be accomplished through scary music, such as the music in Psycho. Please recognize that these are only a few examples of how something can be scary.

Another criteria that a movie must have in order to dub it a horror movie is, it must have imagery that sticks with you. What do I mean by that? I mean, after you watch said movie, when you go to bed that night, and everything is quiet and dark, and you lay down to sleep, and your laying there in bed, your wondering if something is in your closet, or your thinking about whether or not what you saw in that movie is in your room, or if you turn around it's going to be there next to you ready to take you out. Another criteria is, there must be killing. It doesn't neccesarily need to be grotesque, but that's a positive.

All that said, I'm a fan of horror movies. For the first time this weekend I watched both Carrie and American Werewolf in London and was significantly impressed. Carrie impressed me because that movie was genuinely scary. Most horror movies today aren't scary, and I can't figure out if that's the fault of their predecesors for taking all the basic scary moments in theater and making them trivial, or if the movies just aren't what they used to be in the 70s and 80s. I think it may be a healthy mix of both however. Carrie scared me because it took it's time telling the story and the ending was hardcore it's match. The music in that movie helped a lot too. I'd definitly consider buying Carrie on dvd if I had the kind of money to be buying whatever dvd I wanted.

American Werewolf in London scared me more for it's imagery throughout the movie then it's general scare tactics. I think that's because I didn't grow up in an age where people were all like, "werewolves, huh??" I grew up in an age where people are all like, "werewolves?? More like Lycanthropes, am I rite??" The initial shock of a man turning into a wolf that kills people has worn off unfortunately. Had a grown up and seen this movie in theatres I would have probably been scared shitless.

Both of these movies are must sees for those of you that consider yourself horror movie fans. These are decent movies worthy of a good watching with your friends, followed by a good discussion.

Wait. No I'm not. In fact, if you gay rights activists can't come up with anything better to fight for then a penguin's right to be gay, then I hope we deny you all civil liberties forever.

Penguins Should Stay Gay? Fuck That!!

And in other gay penguin related news.... We're Here, We're Queer, We're Penguins. More like, WHAT THE FUCK??

Let me just say, that I am an avid animal fan. I think they're pretty cool. Gay animals?? I refuse to believe, no matter what scientific evidence is presented that any animal is gay. And especially not penguins, they're too god damned cute and stream-lined.

So I was watching a recent episode of Surreal Life 4 today and I was disheartened and let down by the total flaunting of love by a certain Surreal Life cast person for another Surreal Life cast person.

Now I find Adrianne Curry to be pretty spectacularly hot, however, after watching the episode where they all go on dates, and watching her try to ruin poor Peter Brady's date, I find her less appealling. Adrianne is 22 years of age, while Peter Brady has to be in his 40s. Adrianne has pretty much poured herself all over him while he has made it pretty clear that he isn't interested. Even once to the point that he made her hide in the bathroom and cry.

Adrianne, get a hold of yourself. Peter Brady is not the be all end all of men. And damn woman, your not making yourself more attractive to me when you whore yourself out to him all the damn time. You have more important things to worry about then stupid Peter Brady, he's not even all that cool, except for his enormously huge guns.

Peter Brady, stick to your guns brotha!! The last thing you need is some little 22 year old bitch with all her 22 year old problems. Trust me on that one. You want an older lady, someone that knows how to please a man of your stature in the bedroom. Someone that's not gonna give you six different kinds of syphilis. You need a woman Peter Brady, not a little girl who's confused. DONT FALL FOR THIS SLUT PETER BRADY!!! Your too good for her.

Gotta love Peter Brady!

Over to the right hand side of my blog you may notice some links. For those of you that visit, you are probably aware that most of those links are links to a few of my friends blogs and/or websites. However, what you may not know, is that those links are also to different blogs or live journals that I also find interesting.

For example, you may notice the link Lance Storm!!. That link is one of my favorites. It's a link to the wrestler Lance Storm's website. Lance Storm is currently working as a road agent for the WWE. His website is interesting because it provides the wrestling perspective of someone who's been in the business for a long time.

Next, you may notice the link Alex Shelley Is Cool. Alex Shelley is unfortunately, a rather unknown wrestler. I say unfortunate because he is one of the brightest talents out there in my book. He uses a somewhat rare wrestling technique known as grappling or European technique. European technique is known more for it's mat work rather then it's arreal assualt manuevers. Alex Shelley's live journal provides the wrestling perspective of a young upstart wrestler and his experiences. This live journal is a must read for any true wrestling fan, or for those of you who wish to read and learn about how hard it is to break into the wrestling business.

By now, you've probably all heard, whether you follow hockey or not. The 2004-2005 NHL season has been cancelled due to conflicts in the contract between the Player's Union and The Team Owner's. Now, had you asked me a week ago, I would have conceded that in fact it was entirely the Player's Unions' fault. I know, shock and awe, Guy goes against a union. But if you ask me today, I believe it was in fact more or less the owner's fault. Now, don't get me wrong, by and large, there is a lot of blame to be placed all around, but let me give you a few examples of what The Player's Union attempted to do to make things right and get that contract figured out. Actualy, here is a timeline of events and i'll post my take on them as I post them.

Cast of Characters

Gary Bettman: Commissioner, NHL
Bob Goodenow: Executive Director, NHL Player's Association
Bill Daly: Exec, VP and Chief Legal Officer, NHL
Ted Saskin: Senior Director, NHL Player's Association
NHL Player's Association: Trevor Linden (former NHL star)
NHL Player's Association: Daniel Alfredsson, Bob Boughner, Vincent Damphousse, Bill Guerin, Arturs Irbe, Trent Klatt

Ok, Timeline.

Sept. 15th:
Bettman announces the league's 30 teams will lock out players at midnight, when the Collective Bargaining Agreement expires.
Oct. 19th:
The NHL advised teams that home games may be canceled in order to release building dates on a 45-day rolling basis, a change from the pervious allowance of 30 days.
Nov. 2nd:
The NHL Player's Association held a meeting in Toronto with 70-80 players, including the 30 team representatives, to update players and answer questions, not to formulate a new proposal
Nov. 3rd:
NHL cancels 2005 All-Star Game.
Nov. 17th
NHLPA meets with agents in Chicago
Nov. 18th
NHL Central Scouting confirms that the draft will not be held until a new Collective Bargaining Agreement is in place.
Dec. 2nd
The NHL accepted the NHLPA's invitation to meet in Toronto the week of Dec. 6. It will be the first formal bargaining session since Sept. 9.
Dec. 9th.
The NHLPA presented the NHL with a new proposal that included a 24 percent rollback on current contracts. The NHL plans to submit a counter porposal on Dec. 14.
Dec. 14th.
The NHLPA rejected the NHL's counter-proposal, which included a weighted salary rollback and a salary cap.
Jan. 6th.
NHL cancels board of governors meeting scheduled for Jan 14 in New York due to a lack of progress in negotiations.
Jan. 19th-20th.
Three representatives from each side meet informally at Chicago's O'Hare International Airport on Wednesday without Gary Bettman and Bob Goodenow. The sides met again Thursday in Toronto. Both sides report no progress.
Jan 26-27th
The sides meet again informally Wednesday in Toronto, with New Jersey Devils president/GM Lou Lamoriello joining the league's representative. The talks resume Thursday evening in New York. Both sides report no progress.
Feb. 2nd
Sides meet informally Wednesday in Newark, N.J. NHL presents another salary-cap offer. NHLPA rejects it, but requests the sides meet again on Feb. 3 with Bettman and Goodenow in attendance.
Feb. 3rd
Sides meet for almost nine hours in New York. Neither side comments on the proceedings, but they plan to meet Friday.
Feb. 4th
Sides meet again for four hours. The NHLPA reports "no probress" was made, while the NHL calls the talks "constructive."
Feb. 9th
The NHLPA rejected the NHL's offer during a secret meeting in Toronto. The league tells the NHLPA that a deal must be reached in principle by the weekend in order for games to be played this season.
Feb 10th
After a four-hour session, in consultation with mediators, the sides reported no progress and no plans for another meeting.
Feb 13th
Sides meet with federal mediator in Washington, D.C. No progress is reported.
Feb 14th
At a secluded meeting in Niagara Falls, N.Y., NHLPA agrees to a salary cap once the league agreed to move off its demand of linking salaries to revenues. The NHL offers a $40 million cap. The NHLPA counters with an offer of $52 million.
Feb 15th
Bettman issues a non-negotiable "final offer" of $42.5 million and sets an 11 a.m. ET Wednesday deadline for the NHLPA to accept. The NHLPA counters with an offer of $49 million, which the NHL rejects.
Feb 16th
Five months after the lockout began, NHL commissioner Gary Bettman cancels the season.

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Damn!! Get all that? Now, many sports writers over the last few days have been saying the that Owner's of all 30 NHL teams are out to destroy the player's Union and the proof is in the pudding. For example, on Dec 9th all players in the NHL offered to rollback there contracts by 24%. That means a player making $2 million a year would now make $1.52 million per year. Now, the average NHL players salary is $1.8 million, take 24% off of that and thats $432,000 per player. Multiply that by the total number of players allowed to suit up for a game and per team your savings is probably close to $20 million per team.

This is where the Owner's get greedy. Instead of accepting a 24% rollback from all NHL players, which by the way is a HUGE step for players, they decide that they want a hard salary cap instead. Now, if your not familiar with a salary cap, it's when the Collective Bargaining Agreement sets a number for teams in which the player's salaries cannot exceed that number. For example, if the salary cap is $40 million, the players on that team are not allowed to make more then that number. Now, the players at first did not want a salary cap at all. Then as of Febuary 15th the Player's Union gave in once again and sacrificed on another argueing point and gave in to a salary cap at $49 million instead of the offer made by the NHL at $42.5 million.

Now, do the math again. Per team that's only a $6.5 million dollar difference. 30 teams in the NHL that's a savings of $195 million dollars total. Now, if you take the figureings from before you'll notice that the NHL would save more money if they took the 24% rollback then if they went for the salary cap. But they didn't, they got greedy and demanded that the NHLPA give in to all there demands, and now there is no hockey season period. And by the way, that's a lose of nearly $225 million dollars in revenue for each and every 30 teams of the NHL.

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Aside from the numbers game and where blame falls, I'll miss hockey this year. Many prominent sportswriters are declaring this hockey's apocalypse. Some large cynics saying that this could be the NHL's demise. When I hear things like that I think of the impact that hockey as had on me. Two events clearly stand out in my head.

Firstly, the year that Ray Borque finally won his Stanley Cup. It was going to be his last year as he was retiring whether they won or not. The Colorado Avalanche was his team and he was playing the New Jersey Devils for the Stanley Cup. Down 3 games to 2 in a best of seven they had game 6 at New Jersey which they won and then went on to win game 7 at home. This was also the year I spent almost every Tuesday Thursday and weekend night at the Sciba's watching nearly every playoff game at their place. It was a great time.

Secondly, and more recently was the Stanley Cup series between the New Jersey Devils and the Anahiam Mighty Ducks. Game 5 of these playoffs saw Paul Kariya get leveled on center ice and was actually knocked unconscious. For thirty plus seconds he lay on the ice, then boom, you saw his mask get all foggy as he came too.



He left the ice and was out the remainder of the 2nd period only to come back in the 3rd period and score the game winning goal. That's fuckin heart man. Everytime I see highlights of that I get goosebumps and the hairs on the back of my head stand up. Hockey is one of those sports that's all about heart to me. No other sport do you see the team commrodary that you do in hockey. From the playoff beards to the fights on the ice, its fuckin intense.



I'm going to miss you NHL, even if it would have been an abbreviated season. Hockey freakin owns, and I hope it comes back without replacement players in September 2005.

And for whatever reason I'm compelled to write. About what? I don't know. Do you ever feel drawn to write something down but when it's time to produce the goods, you just plain can't. And no, that's not a metaphor for how I can't get it up. I'm completely fine in that area of my life. I just feel like there's something in my head that needs to be written and I can't pinpoint what it is.

It always seems like I do my most personal writing on the weekends. The weekends are a time when your supposed to find things to do to relax, things to do to take your mind of work, your personal life, and just chill with your friends and have a good time, but for whatever reason I always write more personally about myself then any other time I write in this blog. Why am I so compelled to think about things so important to me on the weekends? What draws me to them? I'm supposed to be relaxing.

I was talking to my friend The Integrity League this weekend about our two blogs. For those of you that don't know The Integrity League writes a blog I'm particularly fond of entitled The Integrity League I think that The Integrity League is a really good writing and photographer so I really enjoy checking out his blog on a regular basis. Anyways, The Integrity League and I got to talking about our blogs and he said that he really appreciates the writing I do on my blog. He said that he really enjoyed the serious writing along with the funny WHA HAPPEN??? writing that I do. I take that as a really big compliment. It's kind of nice to be able to get with people that write a blog and talk about how cool each other's blogs are every once in a while. Shit, I just noticed that my post is closly named after one of the Integrity League's posts. Sorry The Integrity League!!

Ok, I'm going to stop trying to force my brain to think of what I wanted to write and sacrifice myself to my pillow on the altar of my bed. St. Bed of Guy. Night everybody. God bless you and yours.

And today's topic of my hatred and scorn..... Ashlee Simpson!! Hooray!!

Now, I can't entitle this post Ashlee Simpson... WHA HAPPEN??? for the simple reason that nothing happened to Ashlee Simpson, she was always this stupid, retarded, ugly and untalented. At one time, my good friend Chuck was of the opinion that Ashlee Simpson was super hot. For my money though her sister Jessica would make the better lay. Here's where Ashlee went wrong. Instead of staying in acting on 7th Heaven and show's like that, she decided to have a singing career and a reality television show.

This is retarded. For one, she can't sing. For two, her reality show SO pisses me off everytime I watch it for longer then five minutes. She has an episode coming up soon here where she turns 20 years old. She decides that she needs to cut her hair like Natalie Imbruglia in order for her to be more mature because, as she puts it, "cutting your hair is part of finding yourself." What

Maybe cutting your hair is part of finding yourself... IF YOUR NAME IS FUCKING SAMPSON AND YOUR IN THE BIBLE!! Do you think Ashlee that cutting your hair makes you hotter? Do you think it will give you a better singing voice? Do you think it will get you another invitation to perform on SNL? BECAUSE IT WON'T!!

The thing that I hate about Ashlee Simpson is that she won't go away. She has had opportunities a plenty for her career to die and for whatever reason she just won't go back to acting. Let me give you some examples. First, it was unbelievably apparent that she couldn't sing in like the 2nd episode of her first season on MTV when it took her the better part of an entire day to hit one line in her song. Second, she TOTALLY fucked up on SNL, which is only one of the biggest stages for musicians to perform in our pop culture world. Then she blamed her band for her obvious lip syncing ploy.

And finally, her absolutely horrible live performance at the Orange Bowl. I don't care what her excuse was for why she sounded so awful, if your having problems of any kind, don't sing live. Even after all of that, she still hasn't died and withered and gone away.

It's obvious to me that she's a twenty year old trapped in a sixteen year old's brain. And her goddamn nose is too fucking large for her unusually skinny and boney face!!

New England Patriots have won Super Bowl XXXIX. That's 39 for you retards! With a final score of 24-21, the Patriots have in fact established the first dynasty team in the 21st century. This is significant because they are now mentioned with such teams as the 60s' Green Bay Packers, the 70s' Pittsburgh Steelers, the 80s' San Francisco 49ers, and the 90s' Dallas Cowboys.

I'd just like to mention that Tom Brady is the man. For those that don't know, he played for the Michigan Wolverines before advancing to the NFL. He has never lost a post season game ever, that he has started, dating all the way back to all 4 years in the post season in college.

Now, to next season's Super Bowl. Super Bowl 40 or XL for you educated motherfuckers. It's in Detriot in the new Ford Field, you know, the one those horrible Detriot Lions play on. I know this isn't going to happen, but wouldn't it be freakin cool to have the Detriot Lions playing in their own hosted Super Bowl. How could they lose??? That's right, they couldn't.

Here's what I expect from the Lions next year.



That's right! Lions eating and devouring! I'm looking for Joey Harrington to have a break out year just like Drew Brees did this year. If not, I'm going to have to finally throw in the towel for Joey myself. I expect Charlie Rogers to finally play a year in the NFL and not get his damn shoulder hurt again. I expect Roy Williams to be a great possesion reciever and propel the Lions offense to a 10-6 season. Even if they don't manage to make the playoffs I'll be happy if they have an 8-8 record or better.

Kevin Jones will run for around 1,300 yards and will have somewhere in the vacinity of 500 recieving yards. The defense will be bend but don't break. They will certainly give up some points, but I expect they'll use their 10th selection in the draft to pick up someone good defensively. In fact, I'll go on a limb and say they use 5 of their 7 picks on defensive upgrades. Finally their corners will be healthy and we should see some stepping up from their linebacker play.

I will say this though, if their season goes in the crapper again like it did the last two years, I don't think it's the fault of the coaching staff, because they have good guys there. It will be placed squarely on the shoulders of their players. It's time for the Lions' players to step it up a notch and stop being such wussbags. I suggest before they tear apart the coaching staff they should drop the big name players and build a franchise around Charlie Rogers, Kevin Jones and Roy Williams. That would be hard because it's tough to build a dynasty around 2 wide recievers, but I think it can be done.

Ok, enough about the Lions. On to the Super Bowl halftime show. I thought it was the best halftime show in recent memory. Granted Paul McCartney is old and maybe a little out of touch but the songs he performed and the performance itself was amazing. The best part was when Paul was performing "Hey Jude" and they dropped the insturments out and you could hear everyone in the stadium screaming "na na na na na na na, Hey Jude" Way better halftime show then those two dueches JT and JJ with the boob slip or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. And WAY better then the retarded Britney Spears/Aerosmith/Nelly/N'Sync clusterfuck that was two years ago.

Great Super Bowl this year, the game was really good until late in the 4th quarter when the Eagles looked like they had given up. I hope this recent trend of good Super Bowl games continues for a while. Even though every now and again I like to see a good thrashing from teams, I like the good close games. If I wanted to see thrashings every year I'd watch more college football then I do, like say when Michigan plays Saint Augistine's College for the Blind and Deaf.

Finally, Congratulations again to the New England Patriots and in particular, Super Bowl MVP Dieon Branch on tying the NFL record for catches in a Super Bowl. Great season guys, you all made a believer out of me!

I know you all already know how lame Super Bowl Pregame shows are so I won't mention them much except to say that this year's is especially stupid and unentertaining.

Do you ever get the feeling someone is watching your car when your not in it? Sometimes I think about my car sitting in the driveway. Currently I'm in my room, so I'm picturing my car out there in the parking area and I'm thinking to myself, what if someone's watching it? Seriously, what's to stop some dude from staring at my car when I'm away from it. Judging the interior, judging the items in it. Taking polaroids of it and posting them up around his dimly lit room.

It's Super Bowl Sunday and I'm not excited. Well, I am, but not like in previous years. It's not because there are two teams that I could care less about playing tonight, because in years past, I've still been pumped as hell about it. I love football. Hell, I subscribed to Sports Illustrated for the football articles. The announcers for the pregame, their hair, it's so straight and it never moves. Damn that Troy Aikman is so good looking, with his well proportioned face and hero-like chin.

Joe Buck though. There's a guy I could do without. I mean just look at this guy a minute. There's something not right about him.



Will Smiff's at the Super Bowl. I thought he was more of a basketball dude. Will Smiff's new movie looks mildly entertaining. He was once quoted on the Stern show as saying that "behind Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt [he was] Hollywood's leading man."
That's kinda funny to me for some reason. Ya, Will, whenever Hollywood needs a white guy for a starring role, your their third pick. Your kinda retarded.

New England Patriots vs. Philedelphia Eagles

I'm going to go out on a limb here and make a prediction for the winning team and score. We'll see how it really turns out later tonight.

New England Patriots... 34
Philedelphia Eagles.... 27

Won't be as close as that score would indicate though. I think New England could jump out to a big lead early, and let Philly back into the game late... say mid fourth quarterish.

Lately, I've been thinking of doing some serious writing. You all may remember a previous post of mine entitled Sometimes It Never Rains. It wasn't neccesarily about anything inparticular, just something that I had in my brain and wanted to write down to see how it looked. I enjoyed putting my creativity to print so I have another piece I'm going to put up here. In the future, if I have these posts I'll entitle them Sometimes It Never Rains so if your not a fan of these types of my posts you can skip them over without reading them. Hope you all do enjoy them though.

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"Do you remember what we talked about earlier today?" Jennifer asked, steadily holding the wheel of the forest green Bravada as she drove Chris, her boyfriend, towards the movie theater.

"Yea," Chris replied glancing over to her, her eyes remained locked on the road ahead, even though the light had just turned red. "But I wasn't going to bring it up tonight." Or ever, he thought, not speaking it aloud, even though he really wanted to.

"Well, so have I, and I have something I want to say." She could almost feel the lump in her throat as she spoke, Chris however, looked away, a tinge of regret and anger in his eyes. He had known that this was not what he wanted to happen, he had tried all night long to make it as pleasant as possible for the two of them. He hoped that if the night went well enough she would just forget about their previous conversation, but he knew now that that was impossible.

She continued. "I know you said earlier that you didn't want to throw in the towel Chris, you said it was to early to give up on this, but I'm ready to throw it in." Silence rang out inside the Bravada. For Chris, everything was dark, silent, there was no one else in the world right now except the two of them. There wasn't even a car holding them. They were standing in the middle of the road. The stars were gone. They were replaced by a bright spotlight with no origin, just bright and large enough to encircle the both of them. Jennifer was standing across from him looking back at him for a reaction, but his face was expression-less.

Jenn kept driving. Pulling into the parking lot, she knew she had to break the silence, but it was as if she was fighting herself to do it. Finally, she managed to tear the words from her mouth, "Do you want to still see the movie? or do you want to park and talk for a while?" Chris didn't even look at her, he turned his head towards the opposite window. "You've obviously already made up your mind. I don't want to pay for you for this movie, and there's nothing I can say to change your mind so I don't want to talk to you either, just take me home." He knew that he had said that with anger towards her. At that very second, but only for that second, he hated her with every fiber he had. She was his worst enemy. For that second there was nothing she could say to win his trust or his friendship back. Nothing. But only for that second. He turned back towards her and apologized. He could see in her eyes his comment had hit her like a semi.

She may have known that she deserved that, but it still hurt. She wasn't prepared for it. She recognized his apology as sincere so she didn't say anything back.

"Why? What did I do? What did I say?" Chris asked, again looking away. By this time she had parked and all he could see was the lights of the parking garage. All in a straight line. He wished he could look at something else. He wished he could be somewhere else.

"Nothing, Chris, it's not you, it's me." That's not what Jennifer said, but it might as well have been. She also should have added, "we're better off friends," but she bit her lip before she could finish that cliche. "You didn't do anything wrong, you were perfect. You always said the right thing. You always did the right thing. You were always a gentle...."

"Then what was it?" He cut her off. He had to have an answer. Chris had to know what happened so in the future he could avoid it. Whatever he did, he didn't want to repeat the mistake. Chris had enough trouble finding places to meet girls, and he had finally decided to date someone from work, and was soon to find out why that was not a good idea.

"I don't know. There was just no spark there for me," Jen replied. Chris didn't know what to make of that response at first. They had gone out four times. He thought that if there was no spark, there would have been no second or third date. He thought about it for himself a minute. No spark. What was wrong with him that there could be no spark? He realized later that this comment would be the one that haunted him the most. Not that it was over. Not that he was going to have to see her at work everyday. The thought that she could not find a spark about him that attracted her, even though she said that he did everything perfect, even though he treated her like a gentlemen, made him think that there was something terribly wrong with him.

Silence complimented her response. It seemed that this silence between the two of them was finally welcomed. Chris just looked straight ahead. He couldn't grab a thought from his head, his brain was too jumbled. He could feel Jenn shifting uncomfortably in her chair, he noticed in his periphreals that she was looking at him, but those sidelong glances were not something he was prepared to return.

They sat in that parking garage for a long time. Two hours had passed. Chris realized that there was nothing he could say to change her mind. He just kept thinking about what was wrong with him. In those two hours, Jenn and Chris both experienced several different emotions. Chris could tell a few times that Jenn nearly broke down and cried. He would look over on a few occasions and notice single tear drop lines rolling down her soft face. Sometimes, when there was silence, Chris would reminisce about the times they had together, albeit, there weren't many.

Chris determined that Jenn was probably right. They should end it now before things got too heated for him. Chris had a tendency to go overboard in relationships prior to Jenn. He thought about the times they had talked about serious things. He knew she had a lot of things on her plate. He knew she had a lot of personal issues that she had to work out before she would be able to committ any real part of herself to him. He didn't care though. He had repeatedly told her that he wasn't asking her for a committment.

Jenn finally told him she had nothing more to say and he agreed that he was done talking as well. Jenn started the car and headed for her house, were Chris's car was parked. The ride to her house was silent. Chris was alone with his thoughts though. That haunting thought kept resurfacing in the waters of his head. "What's so wrong with me that even when I do everything perfect, I am not attractive to her?"

When they pulled into her driveway, Jenn turned off the engine and sat there, looking at Chris for some kind of life. Chris took a breath and spoke. "You say you overthink everything? Well, I don't mean to sound mean, but I hope you overthink this. I hope it drives you insane over the next few days and I hope that you go back and forth on this decision. I hope that you change your mind, but I'm not holding out much for that. I hope it bothers you though, so you can understand exactly what I'm feeling right now." Chris breathed a small sigh and continued. "Jenn, even though I don't agree with it I respect you more for calling it off now and not dragging me along. I just want you to know that the last few dates we had were some of the best dates I've ever been on. Your a sweet girl, your funny, your smart, your gorgeous. I'm really going to miss spending time with you."

He had said his peace. He opened the door of the Bravada and got out. Walked slowly to his car and got inside. When he pulled out of her driveway, she was still sitting in her Bravada, he knew his words had struck the exact chord he was hoping they would. He drove away from her driveway and toward his home. He knew that if she really didn't feel anything that this was the right move, but it would take him some time to come to that realization. Time. He had it now. He needed it more then ever, but he felt like it was his kryptonite.

Jennifer sat in the driver seat. Tears ran down her cheeks. His words stuck with her. That's what she liked about him so much, his honesty. He always had told her what he was thinking without holding back. She had just sent away the only guy that was ever like that with her. She wished he hadn't left. She wished he had just stayed in the car with her, just so she would feel some sort of security blanket, but she knew he had to leave. She looked at the clock. Time had passed so quickly. An hour since he had left. Tears stained her cheeks, makeup washed away with it. Time. She needed it so bad, wanted it desperately. She didn't have it though, she didn't have any.

Lately, my blog hasn't been what I've advertised it to be. Some of you may think that a turn for the worse, some of you may find it a key to knowing the inner Guy. I'm writing to let you all know that this trend will probably continue. Lately, I've been feeling a lot of different things and it has really helped me hash things out in my brain to write about them and it also helps me to talk about them in the future after writing about them. Basically, I don't have an easy time talking about things until I can think them out, consider this my brain on paper.

Now, this does not mean that I'm changing the direction of my blog, there shall still be fun posts in reference to current events, stupid celebrity actions and the like, however, I'm expanding the fountain that is my blog, to the horizens.

I welcome ANY comment, criticisms, opinions and advice that any of you may have, and please don't hesitate to write what you feel, I'm trying hard to be more tolerant of other people and their views. Also, if you don't have a blogger account, don't feel that you can't post. Post anonymously and tell me later that it was you, or don't it doesn't matter.

In conclusion, there will probably be a flurry of content from me in the next couple of weeks as I have a lot in my brain. Thanks to all that read!!

I was reading one of my favorite blogs, Celibate in the City, when I noticed in her little section about Celibate's Pimps, my blog was referenced with a little (6) next to it.

I can only assume that that number represents the number of times someone has clicked the Celibate link on my blog page and visited that site. Now, lately I have noticed a population on my web site of people that this blog is not neccessarily intended for. Not that I'm not appreciative of new people because I am, just it's something I've noticed. But I had no idea where I was getting these hits from. Now I have discovered where I'm getting these hits from. From CitC blog. Which, by the way, I think is totally fuckin cool.

So, for those of you that are visiting my site from CitC, and maybe for the Celibate herself (I could only be so honored), I have a few things to say. I regard CitC as one of the most well written blogs I've ever read. Mine is not that well rehearsed. I also find CitC blog to be one of the most interesting blogs I've ever read. My blog is only interesting to me and a few of my friends. If you come here and expect to be entertained because you saw my link up on CitC, you MAY BE grossly dissappointed. You might not be though, you might find it funny. That is all.