ilovefuzz.com

yeah me too! get a mat and just dig around online. there's lots of resources, but I got my roommate to help me get started myself

Iommic Pope wrote:Awe c'mon, sfritz, dry your eyes. You'll find a guy/gal who digs your romantic sensibilities.

Oh no, I wasn't clear; my point was that I'm the heartless bastard in his mid-20's who is well aware he just wants to bone. I need to pretend I'm interested in dating and the whole yaddayadda. I mean, if I meet a girl who is cool and wants to bone I'm down for the relationshit stuff. For now, though, the pud has priority. I'm horny, but very down to hit it and quit it.

Confession (not really a confession as I'm very proud of it): I love Funkadelic, especially Eddie Hazel era
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBXU2t4hodo[/youtube]

Actual confession, I don't think I can bring myself to take a girl "back to my place" until I get my own apartment which isn't full of random crap and that I don't sleep in a twin sized bed. It's this attitude that hasn't got me laid in close to a year.

Funkadelic rule.

Also, apologies, I misread what you wrote there.
As long as you know what you're doing.
Also, I thought the ladies in their 20s these days were more down for hittin and quittin and such?

Get yourself a queen size bed, some nice sheets and at least one quilt cover that could make you seem gay if one of your mates saw. Chicks go apeshit for a bed that looks like something they would have made. It suggests sanitation, safety and a general lack of creepy single dudeness.
Mood lighting to taste, avoid lava lamps unless you're hooking up with stoner girls.
Also, keep your fucking laundry out of your bedroom.

Iommic Pope wrote:Get yourself a queen size bed, some nice sheets and at least one quilt cover that could make you seem gay if one of your mates saw. Chicks go apeshit for a bed that looks like something they would have made. It suggests sanitation, safety and a general lack of creepy single dudeness.
Mood lighting to taste, avoid lava lamps unless you're hooking up with stoner girls.
Also, keep your fucking laundry out of your bedroom.

This is quality advice people. Listen to this man. Chicks get a bit grossed out about your black quilt cover with the silver stains that look like a snail has crawled over it. Because they know they aren't snail trails

ChetMagongalo wrote:I have started doing yoga daily and haven't had a bad day since I started. it's helped my stomach and anxiety problems too. it helps wake me up in the morning. I also feel less tired and uncomfortable in general. i think everyone should give it a go!

I also experienced this while doing only the sun salutations. Now I do KI exercises but I think I'll do both, ty for reminding me! <3

Iommic Pope wrote:Funkadelic rule.

Also, apologies, I misread what you wrote there.
As long as you know what you're doing.
Also, I thought the ladies in their 20s these days were more down for hittin and quittin and such?

Get yourself a queen size bed, some nice sheets and at least one quilt cover that could make you seem gay if one of your mates saw. Chicks go apeshit for a bed that looks like something they would have made. It suggests sanitation, safety and a general lack of creepy single dudeness.
Mood lighting to taste, avoid lava lamps unless you're hooking up with stoner girls.
Also, keep your fucking laundry out of your bedroom.

If I get a girl in my bedroom there's little chance she hasn't already chosen that she's into me, or else we wouldn't even get that far

It's never too late to screw it up.

yeah maybe but my room is fucking awesome

ChetMagongalo wrote:yeah maybe but my room is fucking awesome

Can confirm, this homie's got a dope pad

Confession:
Earlier, I searched google for "Goo Goo Dolls Isis" instead of "Iris".

Confession:
Earlier, I searched google for a Goo Goo Dolls song and then listened to that song.

I haven't heard "Iris" since that time I looked up the Myspace of a girl i went to high school with, read through her profile, got bored with poetry and decided to play Battlefield 1942 instead.
Basically a lose/lose but I'm fuckin' good at pressing the F 1-12 keys without looking at them now.

Sometimes when I'm feeling lonely/down and its too late to play instrument and no one is around to talk to, I'll look at KFC, bojangles, and popeyes websites.

^ This. Fried chicken is the ultimate comfort food. We don't have bojangles, and popeyes in Australia though. I wish K.F.C would keep their Hot and Spicy chicken pieces on the menu permanently though.

Iommic Pope wrote:Also, apologies, I misread what you wrote there.

Oh, you're cool. I felt I was being a little too ambiguous when I wrote that post, but didn't feel any need to correct the error.

Get yourself a queen size bed, some nice sheets and at least one quilt cover that could make you seem gay if one of your mates saw. Chicks go apeshit for a bed that looks like something they would have made. It suggests sanitation, safety and a general lack of creepy single dudeness.
Mood lighting to taste, avoid lava lamps unless you're hooking up with stoner girls.
Also, keep your fucking laundry out of your bedroom.

*looks around room* Uhhhhhh, I'm definitely breaking every single one of these rules/suggestions.

But yah, I'm well aware that my apartment is a shitty mess full of random crap that's been here longer than I have. The real advantages though are the location, the price, and the overall amount of space. The second I get into a better job I'm getting my own one-bedroom somewhere around here. Milwaukee is not an expensive city to live in.

I literally keep all of my figurine collection displayed inside my closet. I can hide my utterly disgraceful shit if need be or I can open it up and bask in my loneliness for forever.