You. All you. Us. We. All part of the same ideal, goal and perfection, we all have for ourselves. Me? I'm fucking torn. Women that are the quintessential woman, who has those atributes; Smarts, street smarts, financial smarts and then the booty smarts.

What the fuck to do with a women that is all THAT and then some. A women that makes you look in the mirror and ask" What's your problem bitch!" That, That is what I have to deal with. The best and the most mindfucking-ess woman to keep me hopping. How to avoid the pitfalls and how to keep it together with truth. I need my E-bro's, to weigh in.

How. To keep it real. And bring someone into your world so they can get an understanding of what us MEN go through. Shit I gotta blow.

It's a wake up call and I'm asking. You Glft, Fast, Vik, HrdByg,Hlwood, how to balance and still present a solid front?...

Think that. Facades, ply actin, denial, The sooner we all step up and say, "Yes. I'm with you bro. Solidarity. Keep it real and lets get this shit rollin'

Oh yeah. I was bad tonight. Like girls, and booty, and not much covered, combined with Vodka and perfumes like Happy and Sunshine, and ....yeah nuff that.

I Was Bad.

Sans ac9d molly or shrooms, I'm good, strippers, skiing and jager, well hmmm, monday is gon' suck.