Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Where are the MEN????

Damn it, I'm so fucking tired of meeting BOYS. Aren't there any MEN out there????
And I sure as fuck ain't talking chronology kiddies. No, guys of all ages here fall under the BOY category.

And I'm sick and fucking tired of it.

And what's with these crappy come-ons? Is there a class where they teach all of you to say this stupid shit? Do you really think women fall for it?


Friday, October 26, 2007


Getting ready for a party. Don't mind if I say so myself, but I think I look pretty hot.
Course, I plan on losing the gloves right away. Don't really like wearing them, but they do look cool.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

What the Fuck Day is IT?

Fucking Christ, I don't even know what day it is right now.

Bring me another glass of tequila!!!!!
Who's that over by the plant? The one with the big leaves on it?

Have I fucked him yet?
I'd better go find out. He's mighty sweet to look at. Great ass.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Fuckin A

Fuck me, but I've had a hell of a day today. Nobody, and I mean nobody bothered me before three o'clock this afternoon! Then Moocher and Frick and I went out and got some Chinese take-out which we took over to Horndog's place.

If you've never been to Horndogs, you'd bust an eye. The guy is a total pussy hound, looks like Satan, but he's this genius with decorating. But you didn't hear that here.

Anyway, he's always up for Chinese, and he's always got beer and booze on hand so we spread out over there and chow down. Then one thing leads to another and before I know it there's people all over the place. And you'll never guess who the fuck showed up!

One of the roadies for the Black Keys. Well, not really a roadie, but I couldn't figure out what he really was so I gave up.

So what the fuck am I doing blogging after all this fun???
Fuck if I know, but it seemed like a good idea when I started. Just too fucking hard to type.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Why am I here?

Ever have one of those days when you don't know why you bothered to get up? I'm having one right now.

Had a great night last night and ended up with a guy that went by Grouch. Don't know why he was called Grouch, he was anything but grouchy to me. He had a nice fat cock too, even if it curved off to the left a little.

And he was a master with his tongue.

He also left this morning without my having to get violent with him.

Maybe that's why I'm in the fucking mood I'm in. Nobody's pissing me off. I'm not used to that.

So all your lurkers out there, one of you step forward and give me what I need.


Saturday, October 20, 2007

Hell of a Day

Took it easy today. We usually practice on Sat., but our gig fell through for tonight so we all decided to take a day off. Did some shopping instead. If nothing else I've got some food in the fridge and plenty of beer.

Course I'm going out tonight. Haven't decided where yet. Danny suggested the Train Station, but whenever I go out with him we just get shitfaced and I end up coming home alone. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just don't feel like it. Hell, how many good years do I have left to fuck? I want to get it all in now, ya know? Nothing like a stiff cock, an experienced tongue and a good set of hands.

Speaking of cock, I still need to get Spaz for "selling" me to guys. He thinks it's fucking hi-larious. That has GOT TO STOP.


Don't Fucking Talk to Me

I aint awake yet. Got up to take a leak and this song started playing in my head.
Gotta get it down before I forget.

Here I am
Knowing this is the best time of my life
Singing along to the radio
Where the fuck did you go?

Turning the corner
I see other lovers touching
I can almost feel your hands on me
Where the fuck can you be?

I’m lookin like a million
Flying on a natural high
Want to do that certain thing you do
Where the fuck were you?

I step onto the patio
The night breeze warm and dry
Muffled whispers draw me near
And I find you, I find her, and I see

This time’s for me
You are not bringing me down
You’re the loser here

This life is mine
And it rocks the fucking walls
I’ve got nothing to fear

Cause my future is brighter
Than yours will ever be
This time’s for me

Now don't fucking bother me until AFTER NOON.

Friday, October 19, 2007


If you know what's good for you, you'll mind your fucking manners here.

I've actually got a couple of people who are NOT YOU that leave comments here.


Bed Head

So I took a nap. What the fuck, I'd had a full day with waking up to the strange dude, and all. And don't give me shit cause I know there's usually someone wandering around my place that I don't know.

But I'm trying to get ready for a party tonight and my hair won't fucking cooperate. I should just shave my fucking head.

DO YOU GUYS EVEN LOOK THAT HIGH? I swear, it would take the band a week to notice if I did.

First Halloween party of the year!!! I am so cranked. I've got some coke, a little smoke and I'm all set.

Can you say PARTY!!!!!!!

Who Let You In?

Nothing like waking up to find some guy staring at your tits. It would have been different if I'd brought the guy here myself, but I didn't.

He looked familiar though, so that was a plus.

Why does it take so fucking long for the coffee to do it's fucking thing? And where are my pop tarts? Who ate my fucking pop tarts?

So what was the strange dude doing looking at my tits? I'll have to let you know after he can talk again. I left him clutching his nuts and groaning on the bedroom floor. Only reason I didn't kill him was he had his clothes on.

That, or I might have brought him home last night and just can't remember it. That has happened before.

Fuck it. It's too fucking early in the day to think.

Party Time

Just finished the last set and I'm feeling like a gold. Danny brought a bottle of Dos Equis with him, and I think, between him and Spaz and me we've just about finished it off. I am so cranked.

We're heading over to Digger's in a couple of minutes. Moocher and Spin are still trying to pick up a couple of girls. I say they're wasting their time, but they don't listen to me none.

Fuck off Spaz.

Shit, you think the guy would have figured out that 200 no's means I ain't gonna fuck him.

Anyway, what was I saying? Fuck if I know. I'd bring you all along to the party, but that's the breaks.


Thursday, October 18, 2007

Nightime is All Right

Okay. I'm in my zone now. Thought all you miserable slobs might like to see the kinder, gentler side of me.

Ain't gonna happen. I don't have a kinder, gentler side ya fuckshits.

Why the fuck else do you think they call me Razor Mick?

So we're playing at some dump tonight. Free drinks though, so I guess I can suffer through it, huh? Better yet, I'll come back later and let you all share the fun with me.

Get a Fucking Clue People

You think these people would know not to call me before noon. No matter how fucking rude I am to them, it doesn't get through their tiny, little pea-heads that I work until fucking two in the morning and the party for an hour or so after.

Either that, or find myself some dude and fuck his brains out.


Man, that took too much energy. Had a late night last night, then I couldn't get rid of Dave, or Doug, or whatever he went by. I finally had to spit on him to get the point across. GO HOME.

And you Horndog, you can kiss my ass for that stunt you pulled last night. Don't ever try to fix me up with a psycho again.


I'll get around to posting something later.