Cajun Boy

The cutting room floor. If blogs had DVD extras this would be mine. Consider this a shitty supplement to a shitty blog. http://cajunboyinthecity.blogspot.com

Nov 3

When I meet a guy I really like, I just go for it and call him dozens of times less than an hour after meeting him. Hey, these things don’t always work out, but you have to take chances for true love. And if that’s not enough to convince you I’m as stable as they come, then tell me this: Could a truly crazy person track down someone after he secretly relocated to Des Moines, for instance? Or, say, a small one-bedroom apartment in Oxnard, CA, if you want another example?

If you think that’s the case, then why don’t you just go ask David or Jonathan or Trevor or David or Rick or Harold or Michael or even David if I’m so David?

Yeah. Crazy like a fox, maybe.

That’s not to say that I have an ideal dating life. Naturally, there are those months when I can’t bring myself to get out of bed, let alone sleep with untold numbers of strange men. But I always snap out of it, and when I’m finally back to my old staying-awake-for-22-hours-a-day self, making up for lost time in the men department is never a problem.

The Onion. And if you haven’t seen today’s “Glenn Beck Tragically Alive Following Car Wreck” video, it’s a must-watch.

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