Wet Dreams...

So...for 4 nights in a row, I've been having very intense sexual dreams about someone...a friend...that I shouldn't have been dreaming about in that way. Of course, I can't control my dreams. I wish I could so it wouldn't have happened more than one night.

But the dreams have had me feeling some type of way. I don't know why I was dreaming about this person like that or what it could have meant. **I'm never giving a name so don't even ask**

It made me feel awkward, especially when one morning after one of the sexual fantasies, I woke up to a text from this person.

However, another friend explained something to me that gave me a perspective on why I was having the dreams:

"You're most open with him and he has qualities you like. So it's not him you want. You just want someone like him to love."

The dreams have stopped since.

So there were these 2 dudes...

Two very sexy European guys that came into the hotel this morning looking for a room. No reservations or anything. Luckily, we did have plenty rooms available. While I was getting them checked in, we were joking about they’re wanting me to charge them half price and all that (as you know, that ain’t gonna happen).

So once I got them all settled. one says to me “Oh man, I love you!”

All I could respond with was “Okay….thanks?”

Then the other says something totally…completely unexpected.

“Could you possibly be bisexual?”

That was me and my co-worker's reaction.

Imagine what my boss' face looked like...

So its long past time for a new banner...

So help me out here.

Hello?

I know y'all are out there....

...Anybody?

Victoria Jackson...

So some supposedly "famous" old bitch named Victoria Jackson has decided to use her so-called "Christian" values to condemn gays and gay rights after watching an episode of Glee where Kurt and Blaine shared an on-screen kiss. Apparently, society and youth innocence is being robbed and destroyed. She even brings up the "Christian's" most prized treasure written by mankind...the Bible. She decided to overlook all the other sins in God's "word" that some dude named James who was a King of something that I don't really care about  wrote as if God sat at the table and told him to write this book...which the timeline spans over thousands of years.

Don't get me wrong. I believe in God. I just don't believe in religion.

But somebody please tell me...who the fuck is this bitch?

If I had talent, I wouldn't want to be famous...

The media and the public will build you up to tear you down.

Once there’s a smudge on your perfect image, that’s all they need to hound you for the rest of your life.

Look at Whitney Houston. The drugs and the Diane Sawyer interview…9 years later, she’s STILL being ridiculed.

Michael Jackson and the child molestation allegations. Even in death, the man cannot rest in peace with all the legal and family drama and financial woes.

Tiger Woods. He screws 13 white women with no condom and have no kids out of wedlock…he’s still going to be asked to talk about it.

Although I’m a fan of Chris Brown (not to confuse with “stan”), I’m not condoning his reactions after the GMA interview. That was very childish. However, Robin Roberts should have respected Chris when he repeatedly tried to redirect the interview’s focus back to his album, emphasis and all. She ignored that and kept pressing the incident issue. That was very rude.

Chris has had his domestic violence classes. Now he needs anger management.

Robin needs lessons on how to respect and lessons in how not to be rude.

Rihanna could use some lessons on speaking English and Ciara could use a job.

Charlie Sheen needs a room in an asylum.

Victoria Jackson can go to hell.

I’m done. *Breezy Voice*

I'm kind of embarrassed by this...

I'm not really a big fan of porn. Usually, I find a good flick, watch it and be done when I get my nut.

Even if it's halfway through the video, I'm done. I don't finish watching it or come back to it later. Just done.

But lately, I've found myself watching videos in its entirety that features one particular guy that goes by the name of Trapboyy.

He's become my favorite porn star...my favorite bottom. The way he just takes that dick and rides it. His videos always get me hot and bothered.

I have to admit: rawdawggin' videos turn me on the most. Trapboyy riding dick raw, even better.

Don't tell nobody but he inspires me to be the best bottom I can be. I said it. I can't believe I just said that but I did. I even follow him on Twitter. *hides in shame* I want to be like Trapboyy.

Not a porn star. You can cut that shit out. I'm talking about his skills.

Now...lemme go repent. Cuz this post....

It's that time of the year again!

I'm at 9 pairs now. More will be added soon. And more Vans...and Chucks.

So that means....socks. Fuck that shit.

And I'll be added a certain white shoe to my collection that no one wears anymore. Classic.

Don't be so surprised...

Why when I always tell someone that I've never been in a relationship, on a date or that I've never been somebody's boyfriend...they respond with shock, surprise, disbelief?

"Omg, you've never had a relationship?" Uh, like, that's what I just said, you dumb ass. Did I miss a memo that I was supposed to be in one? And the assholes that tells me I'm too cute to have been single for so long. Yeah, tell that to the guys that don't even look my way or the guys that rejected me.

Then they ask in my opinion the stupidest question..."Why?"

That brings up old feelings. Pain, heartbreak, rejection...insecurities. I mean, who wants to talk about that, especially when they're trying to remain moved on from it? It's all why I'm still single. So at this point, I don't really give a damn about being somebody's boyfriend. I don't look forward to it either.

So the next time somebody acts all shocked, I'm punching them in the face.

ATL Diaries: Catching up...

So my life is becoming quite a bit active that I haven't really been updating as much.

Well, that and Tumblr is occupying most of my time. But that's not why we're here.

Gym is paying off. I'm now down 8 lbs since starting. I fit in size 38, size XL (notice ONE "x"), my favorite camo shorts now require a belt which still doesn't hold them up, my work uniform is getting too big...or I'm shrinking. I'm on my way!!

One of the new outfits I bought when I went shopping. Yes, the XL shirt and the 38x30 slim straight jeans. Ignore the pose. I just felt damn fabulous that day. And my butt is kind of filling out. *Stares in the mirror*

I've also noticed that I've been gaining some confidence in myself. Yay, me! Now, that doesn't mean I think of myself as sexy, cute, handsome and all those things. It's just some confidence. Until I get a little more, I still consider myself is not cute, sexy, handsome and all those overrated words.

Over the weekend, my bff and I went to the Royal Comedy Tour to see Bruce Bruce, D.L. Hughley, Sommore and some other people I never heard of but they were all frickin' hilarious! Yes, even Mr. Hughley. That was a surprise.

And as you can see, my hair is twisted again. This time I'm trying to let it lock. Three weeks so far. I kinda don't like it now because it seems different from the way I wanted.

What yall think? *btw, it's time for some retwisting of the roots...looking a little rough here*

Anyway, that's the T in the life of AJ. Until next time...