I finally got my nipples re-pierced after the right one got ripped out about a yr ago. The pierce hurt less then the 2x before, but going from a 14g to a 10g a few day's later really woke my ass up. Now to get through the healing again :) 

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Life is a series of tests, we pass life is great, then another test and all is good again....The only thing the test requires us to do, is to never give up, and although it's not always easy to push and fight on, in the end it's what we must do.

If I ask for help, would you be there, if I begged of it would you run to help ?

Trudge is the word of the month...and so I do, hoping, wishing...but well hell the trash bins almost full of possibilities that never panned out...

At which point is it insanity to hope that you find what your looking for...isn't the definition of insanity trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

But I'm still hoping, one that matches, one that shares interests, one that love's laughter as much as I and understands the undercurrent of this lifestyle, and perhaps shares some of my views...maybe...

....but then again it's ok...I'm nuts anyway :)

Future updates will be on my blog site since I can decide there who get's to see it and who doesn't. If you want the address please ask.

From time to time I think we all review our lives. Have we accomplished what we set out to, where did we end up with where we thought we would be by now. I think I am rather pleased with something's, career wise, financially and maturity in understanding life. I have seen the harder side of life, and therefor I think I enjoy the good just a bit more. But money certainly isn't the definition of happiness. About a year ago I realized that it was time to shift my life, from my career goals, to my personal goals, and perhaps I started a bit late, but there is a long history of why I had pushed so hard in my work life. 

Somewhere in there the world changed, and I was aware that people's majority of friends are not behind a monitor for the most part. What happened to having a cup of coffee, and talking about our lives, our dreams or just the mundane. I guess I should have a good grasp of technology, which I do considering that's what my career consists of, I just didn't think we would trade our social lives, to being what I consider rather anti-social. In the end I guess I am still working in the second part of my life, and still hold this poem dear...

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.



Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

by Dylan Thomas

I give up, there is absolutely not a person I have met here that seems like they are either real, or trustworthy. Someone prove me wrong PLEASE!