Yeah! A Bed!

This is going to be brief because I had an exhausting day. I went to NFM (see previous blog) and picked out a great bed and mattress in less than two hours. Fucking world record for me and big purchases. Previous bed buying mistakes include, getting a bed to small, getting an uncomfortable headboard to lean against, getting a bed that wasn't sturdy enough, and last but not least I had a bed that no woman would ever want to have intimate relations on for fear of all the above.

This bed is very sturdy, sheik, and has padding to lean against. I usually don't go for this style but I'm finding my tastes have changed dramatically over the last few months. What do you think people, was it a good choice?

My Own Room! Now A Bed

My roommates room is almost complete. Yippee, I will have a room that is finally mine. Granted I'm not in a bad position, he has a nice bed and an awesome plasma TV as well as an XBOX. I still long to have a room all to myself... my own bed... my own furniture... my own space.

Now I have to get a bed and furniture, as if money grew on trees. I'll start looking online and dream of cool contemporary lines married to a strong dark wood. Then I'll do a one eighty and think of old english thick oak with Versailles styled patterns. I'll realize that all are out of my price range. So I'll hit House of Denmark and other stylish name brand furniture stores. I will dream and crunch numbers but alas I will not be able to commit to such a high price. I will have to be content with being average and boring, I'll venture to the NFM otherwise known as Nebraska Furniture Mart. I will find something that is comfortable and capable and hints at my personality. I will buy it over the next two years and hopefully get a few good nights sleep on it. I'm now realizing I've got very little time to do all that so I'll just go to NFM and get it over with.

I'll settle when it comes to the bed but not when it comes to the partner to share it with.

Great Fucking Tie!

Sorry, but I had to update. I love this damn tie! Check it out. What do you think?

I'm Tied To My Addiction

I'm not an addict of anything accept to my accessories. I love ties, I've always since I was a little boy loved ties. I don't get to much of an opportunity to wear them... which is a shame. Here are my trophies of perfect geometry and color.

From left to right: My pure silver beauty, my checkered blue fancy, my brazen blazon red darling, my royal wrap, my skinny green gladiator, my mature three color black, my golden spotted flower, my irish emerald, my pink lady, my thinly speckled ninja, my grotesque paisley prince, my gray gridded girl, the night sky twins, and lastly... The Welsh Watkins tartan with historic insignia. This is a tie made with the historic tartan pattern of my forefathers. It was handmade and shipped from Wales. I hope I haven't come across as too pathetic with my addiction.

If you love ties as much as me, there are some beautiful ones located here: http://www.thetiebar.com/categoryPages/All_Ties.asp?view=all&

Seasonal Allergies

Stuck in bed working on a project from home. Oh what fun! I'm taking both Claritin and Mucinex D which seems to be working.

She Gets It And She's Moving On

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Easter was fun and I got to spend some much needed time with my family. I got to shoot hoops with my brother and that is always a good time. Thanksgiving dinner was phenomenal and desert was delicious. I was happy for the most part except for a creeping cough and the first signs of a soar throat. Damn allergies. What happened next threw me for a loop though. 

I went over to my house. I was planning on doing a little work to it and picking up some things before I headed home. I saw my sister in-laws car at the house. I didn't think much of it. I walked in and immediately noticed some guy's sandals next to the door. Huh? I shouted hello really loudly a couple of times and after a few minutes my soon to be ex-wife ( you have to wait 60 days before the divorce is final in Kansas) appeared. She started questioning me and then informed me she had someone over. She looked really upset by the whole situation and started to tear up. I laughed and told her it was okay. I told her why I was over there in the first place. She was upset but it really didn't matter to me and when she saw me laughing and joking about it she started to be cool with it as well. I left the house knowing it was final, she was moving on. 

It wasn't until I started driving that I realized I was a little upset. I didn't have a problem with her seeing someone. It was the fact that they were in "our" house. Am I weird??? Should I have expected as much? Later that night she called me to talk about it. I was calm and just explained myself. I think she understands. What happened later on the phone call was a bit mind blowing. She told me about how she met someone. He was a teacher like her. Apparently, they really hit it off. Then she made me happy by explaining that she understood why I'd fallen out of love with her. She saw what I saw. That we'd grown apart and now that she has met someone that shares similar interests, goals and paths... she understands. I just made sure and warned her to take it slow and be careful. I don't want her to get hurt again so soon. She's a sweetheart and a great person. 

I only feel disappointed that she's now in a place I still lay awake at nights thinking about... a lot.

I Mixed It Up With Some DJ's In A Warehouse

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The next day I pretty much cleaned house and did laundry. I also watched the KU game. Go hawks! I decided to go to this party with the girls and some friends from the previous night. The party was really interesting, something I've never been to before. The party was located down by Grinders and the old tracks in Kansas City. The warehouse was not big but it was comfortable. The walls were lined with graffiti and one wall in particular had some graffiti being done on top of a big piece of paper. It had a price tag of three thousand dollars next to it and over the duration of the night was looking really cool as people kept adding to it. The music was the highlight of the evening, it consisted of multiple DJ's spinning contemporary beats mixed with urban hip hop. However, I was the most impressed with stylings of one particular DJ who was able to mix Enya and make it sound hardcore. We continued to enjoy the music, I unfortunately was pretty run down from the previous night's activities. 

I continued to flirt a little bit with the same girl but we mostly kept away from each other. I'm not sure if I don't continually sabotage myself for reasons only my psyche knows. I think she was a little upset that I didn't pursue her that night but I'm no puppet either. The girls eventually decided they'd had enough of the current surroundings and wanted to go to Rock Bar again. They asked us if we wanted to go and I mentioned I'd be more than happy to drive them. They were acting funny and that is when I knew something was up. I headed for the door and watched as the scenario played out. I knew what was going to happen and it did, the girls were out the door with some other guys. I would've thought I should have been mad but actually... I was relieved. 

I went back home and went to bed. It felt good to be back in bed at a fairly decent time. A hour after we'd left I was watching T.V. and I got an interesting text message. It was an unexpected apology and a notification that the girls were on their way home because one of them was getting sick. Whether it was true or not... I smiled and went to sleep. 

to be continued...