Paradise Lost

At what point do you finally admit a relationship is not working? At what point do you accept the fact that you were probably better suited to being friends than being boyfriends? When does being kept in the dark reach the point of permant blindness? When is it ok to admit to yourself and the other party that in order to preserve a friendship you need to let the love life go? I care so much for you but i'm guessing It's probably time to let this go before we end up hating each other. I don't know. With you I never know. That's the problem. Not knowing.

Eh not nearly as bad as it could be. I guess.

The Story of San Michele

Insomnia does not kill its man unless he kills himself - sleeplessness is the most common cause of suicide. But it kills his joie de vivre, it saps his strength, it sucks the blood from his brain and from his heart like a vampire.

To catch a monster

How disappointing is this? For the last several weeks I've been in contact with a fella by the name of Chris Lind. He's been writing to me under a pseudonym. Telling me that It's the account he used to catch Edward Junsay in his cheating. Which was fine with me except for the fact that there was something about his presentation that didn't quite work. So I started planting things in the my email responses to him things that would prove his identity and his intent. Well today i discovered that Chris Lind has been pretty much trying to do the back stabbing game. He's been emailing the person he believes is Edward thinking that he's ratting me out. Now this would be OK I GUESS except for one small detail. Chris Lind was one of Edward Junsay's more destructive relationships. Even according to Edward himself he worked Chris over in ways that are all but unforgiveable. So my question is this, Why on Earth would Edward's victims want to help him? Surely It's not Stokholm Syndrome i!
s it?Not a year after the fact anyhow. So why would this guy Chris Lind and others want to keep Edward in the business of being a criminal? I for one have had it and have made the executive decision to just give all the information I've got on Edward Junsay and all of his victims to the authorities. I'm not protecting anyone anymore and basically everyone's on their own. It's disgusting really because I've put myself on the line made myself look less than stellar in order to catch this bitch only to discover shit like this. Pathetic. The ONLY Reason I told my story was to get the word out about this dude and to help out the folks that Edward took advantage of but There's nothing keeping me here. did I mention apparently Edward Junsay has had sex with some 1025 people. He's had sex in exchange for a place to live with Thomas Clark. He worked, illegally, as a personal trainer and obtained the job by screwing the club owner.

The Monster Edward Junsay

I fucking figured it out. I'm being serious here too. Edward Junsay is a modern day Frankenstein's monster. Literally. I mean think about it you can literally break Edward Junsay into thirds and you'll see that there is nothing unique about him at all. A third of Edward Junsay is whatever his childhood was. Another third of Edward are the lies he tells to compensate for whatever was lacking in his childhood. The final third component that makes up Franken-Edward are those things he appropriates from other people. Their words their experiences. Their habits. The things they wear the items he covets but can't afford to get for himself. Other than his body there is nothing uniquely Edward Junsay. He is made up of the pieces and parts of those people who at one time cared for him but whom he's devastated through his lies and deceit and manipulation. He is a modern day Frankenstein's Monster. Just with a bigger cock. :-)

Baby Isaiah's Easter

My nephew isaiah. The most handsome adorable kid in the world. Folks say he looks like me i think It's just the able head. He's beautiful though and i love the kid

Isaiah's Easter

This is my most handsome adorable baby nephew Isaiah with his Mickey Mouse Bunny. He'll be four moths old on the 26th of March.

Knuckle Sandwich

So i got entirely too pissed off for my own good Friday. It's a long story involving too many details to in into but yeah I screwed up some stuff that I didn't intend to screw up and yeah. I ended th socking the wall and messing up my knuckles. I thought i broke my hand but It's just see and swollen. This is one thing i can say hurts alot worsethan it looks. The picture makes it look like little more than a scratch. But I've also kept it iced all day too. Ha ha ugh.

Cute. Yeah.

Just a look. My eyes have it. ;-)

Exasperated

My eyes

Watching. Always watching

Walking With Ghosts.

I spent the day with A.A. Out in riverside today. It was cool we had a good time. Lunch wasn't so hot but eh it was the company that mattered. When i got there A.A. Had to in to class so I wandered over to Edward junsay's old house on Linwood and Magnolia. It was creepy like stepping into a really scary horror movie. It wasn't cool. A.A. Was concerned how it was affecting me. His sentiment was sweet and I appreciate him for his caring.

Humility Through Humiliation

"We do not acquire humility. There is humility in us- only we humiliate ourselves before false gods." - Simone Weil, French philosopher

One of those rare pictures where i look somewhat decent.