Where To Begin?

About 2 years ago, or whenever it was I stopped blogging, I made the crucial mistake of leaving my safe haven in the desert in an attempt to salvage my marriage with that fucking beaner, can't exactly remember what the hell I use to call him, but yeah that guy.

He had sex with a fat, ugly girl, by the way. I would say maybe she was a good person, but I've spoken to the bitch. Not only is she unattractive and taking up space in the world with her fatness, but I get the feeling she's mildly retarded. Also, you can't be that great of a person to knowingly sleep with a married man after the fact that you find out that he and his wife are reconciling.

Anyways, enough about those two. We ended up separating, yet again, and I returned to my safe haven in the desert.

In another turn of events, you may or may not recall someone who I use to refer as Titusville. He commented on a bunch on my postings. Long times friends with that fucker.

He's hot. I like seeing him naked. He does this thing with his tongue. It's called cunnilingus. He should teach classes professionally. He's THAT good. Anyways, I'm getting side tracked.

Titusville came out to Vegas, but not to see me, cause he's an ass.

Long story short, we started dating. Unfortunately for me, he doesn't have much experience in that department and so every little thing I do seems to piss him off and he tries to end shit.

Titusville, you should know by now, I'm like a bad case of herpes. You can't get rid of me.

And if you even think about starting up an Angry Boyfriend blog, I'll kill you. You have nothing to be angry about... Unless you want to count the time I smacked you in the car, in front of cops. That was YOUR fault. Own it.

Sometimes, Titusville says some really gay shit like, "Your eyes are like stars in the daylight". It's cute in a really gay way.

We're not puking rainbows and shitting unicorns and skittles. We have slight issues. You know, cause he got a penis. Which means he's a man and men are kinda slow.

Plus we have this whole long distance thing going on, which only complicates matters even further. Even though we technically have a place together. I wouldn't be me if things were simple. And complications only make things that much more interesting.