Palin... Really?

So I think I might loose some sleep thinking this, but I'm kind of glad Gustov is coming the way of Katrina. What will happen with the RNC? From the looks of it, it will more likely end up a shelter to many refugees from the storm. At least that's one good thing McCain has done. Maybe this storm will be the forecast for how our country will be run in years to come. Barack and John better get those umbrellas out. You're going to be kissing some very wet babies.

And on the McCain note, could he have tried to pull the last remaining Hil Bil fans any more obviously? So choosing a woman is very much understood, but with so little credentials? She has been a Mayor of a town in alaska for 2 years and a governer for less than one. Risky move buddy, let's see how it goes.

Now I have to say as soon as I found out McCain's runningmate I had to find out about the fam, hoping for a lesbian/sex crazed daughter. I was less than excited to find out she has kids ranging from nineteen years to FOUR MONTHS! I was pleasantly suprised to come across pictures of the Palins. Sarah's eldest son Track is going into the military and I wouldn't mind seeing him in uniform. I also found her husband has no degree and no plans on one. Stay at home dad maybe? Well I'm on the fence with this, maybe she has enough experience to know what the fuck she is talking about or maybe she is still new enough to get a real person's perspective into the White house. Only time will tell.

Bradley James

PS. Call me Track!!

Fuck Buddies Revealed...

So my topic of the day is fuck buddies. We all have them and no one talks about them, like spleens. So maybe it's my job to uncover the secret sex world.

What better way to discover the inner workings of these sexual creatures with no emotional attachments, than Wikipedia.

(n) Fuck Buddy (plural) Fuck Buddies
A sex partner with whom occasionally has sex with without emotional attachment.

Well I pretty much hit the nail on the head, and also come to find when Google-ing The term, the first 3 websites are for finding one "in a town near you." Wow. Sounds more like and advertisement for a band or circus coming into town. I was even more pleased to find how accommodating they were to homosexuals as well. It's nice to see we a breaking through the barriers of prejudice.

So the whole topic got me questioning it. Is this some form of a dysfunctional relationship, or the workings of an ingenious friendship? What are the fuck buddy rules? If there is a death in the family, would you invite them to the funeral? They helped you through some hard times? And I don't mind calling people my fuck buddies, but when I think of myself referred to as it I cringe. And what is the difference between fuck buddies and friends with benefits? Conversation?

So I have made it my goal for the day to report on my findings and post back ASAP!



Bradley James

Just as Promised, Blackie O and the Alien...

The frail alien looking creature claiming to be of my blood embraced me. The smell of death crept into my nostrils as I tried not to gag. As advertised she was disoriented, angry, and scared. Everything was foreign to her, as if seeing it for the first time. An alien, that's what she was. An alien creature who was foreign to me. Blue hair, and a waddle that shook violently every time she uttered a meek sound. The alien was here to stay.

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The Democratic National Convention started yesterday with a speech by Michelle Obama. Of course the day wasn't without a tift with Hill Bill. This is Obama's convention, no doubt. But my delegates would want me to walk out behind... Blah Blah Blah. Thunder Cunt just wanted to proceed before Biden. I'd have loved to have seen her enter instead on a giant dog sled, whip in hand, pulled by Bill and Chelsea. Then maybe the Ice Queen would have gotten the vote. Or maybe it was Opera's endorsment. Why so serious?

I missed the entire Michelle speech, but I'm sure it was beautiful. Now that my friends is what a first lady should look like. Dare I call her the black Jackie O. Blackie O, anyone?

I'm just so confused with people's politics nowadays. No one wanted Douchey McGee to win the Democratic vote because of her politics, they wanted her to win because she has a vag of steel. I don't think most of he people voting for Obama are voting for him because he is black(Though if he tried running Republican I'd doubt he'd make it this far)., they are voting for him because he is what America wants. He's what we need.

Well it's time to go, but before I do, What are you're feelings on Barack Obama as President? What about McCain? What would you do? What Would Jesus do, hunt vampires? And what about Blackie O?

Favorite me, pass me along, and comment please.

Bradley James

Goals(30 Day Project, Quote of the Week, and Playlist of the Month)...

I've been tossing around the idea to do a 30 days project where I let my friends set me up as well as date on my own, since my dating life has been all but lively. My plan is to explore every aspect of meeting a potential partner; blind dates, online, clubs, GLBT activities in the community, whatever. The final goal of the project will not be finding a soulmate per say, but to reveal the truths and myths of gay dating in a straight persons world. I'll blog about the experience and get feedback from you all, but in order to do it you need to tell EVERYONE to visit my site. It's no fun if 5 people see my journey. So help me get together ideas and as many hits as possible.


Also I'd like to do a funny quote for every week. My friends and I are all pretty witty and I think we can bring a smile to your face, or at least make a sailor blush. Thoughts for this week...
Me - Let's get drunk and take vitamins.
Me - (To Ashley in regards to my sexcapades) If i went down on you now, you'd end up pregnant.

And finally I'd like to let some of you in on some up and coming musicians and maybe some old favorites. Generally I try to make them match my mood and the time of year.

So if anyone has anymore ideas for me please let me know. And don't forget to check up on my blog, comment, and pass on the love.

Bradley James

Exponential Decay and My New Obsession...

Today my mother and I are going to pick up my Aunt Carol and my grandmother. I'm indifferent on my feelings about seeing my Grandma.

The last time I saw my Grandma she was lively and vivacious, and now if rumors hold true she is anything but. A walking shell of the woman that used to play rummy and taught me how to make jam from the blackberries we picked in the yard. Now to learn she has lost her will to live, will death soon follow, or will it torture her first?

Personally I think I'm light years ahead of her. I'd want to die long before I turn 87. To loose control of your mind, and slowly watch yourself rot. Smelling the decay of human remains that used to be witty and attractive. I don't care how well you age, cancer and dementia don't look good on anyone.

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On a lighter note, I need to drool over my new obsession... Podiobooks.com Anyone that knows me well has seen my infatuation with podcasts has grown increasingly quick. Now I'm practically a borderline psycho. So Podiobooks are in fact free audiobooks on Itunes. Most are read by the author which I think gives it a clearer vision of where it was coming from. I'm so enthralled that I've got a few friends hooked already.

Fritas, my history buff, is now addicted to "Great Moments in History." Actual reenactments of great wars through the eyes of the figures who saw them, sound effects included. Rach was harder to please so I introduced her to "the Immortals," the future story of the 2020 American internment camps to prevent a widespread virus.

They also have plenty of others from some of your childhood favorites, to mystery and comedy.
Just a little something for everyone.

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If you enjoyed this at all please comment, favorite me, and pass me on to someone else(like the neighborhood bike, everyone's rode once).

Until next time,
Bradley James

The Epic Tale of Johnny Angel and BuRad...

So on a scale of one to ten, I had a fucking blast with Johnny Angel.

I finished work at about ten and picked him up from the wedding, whereupon I decided I needed a drink. We went to the bar and caught up, then swung through Work to introduce him and dip. Not soon after I found him lying on the ground in the private dining room with Fritas. Another breakdown? We bid our farewells and continued to our next destination on our adventure.

We arrived at the hotel, and after a few locked doors ended up in room 410. We walked in to see an obviously Jewish gentleman in the face of a short man, with a raspy voice. A few obscenities were thrown around before shooters were poured in proclamation of their yet again friendship. Kip, the short one, introduced himself and Johnny shook hands with the Jew. I came to find out the Jew's name was Jake. Jessica, Jake's 3rd girlfriend of the week, who I later met came out of the bathroom obviously high on something. Jake passed out and Kip's nose began to bleed.

Twenty minutes pass while we all shoot the shit when Johnny Angel(JA) handed me his phone. On the other side of the line was a familiar voice asking for directions. I couldn't place it. As soon as I hung up JA reminded me of how I knew the voice. Crazy Cindy. Almost-bit-off-JA's-nipple Crazy Cindy. She arrived in a whirl as always, and filled us in on her past. Her lapse in carpet munching, getting knocked up, and falling into a loveless marriage. Need I remind you this is not mother material, this is Dina Lohan/Britney Spears mother material. We danced and drank to the wee hours of the morning, until we couldn't take anymore. We dissipated as quickly as we arrived.

I awoke this morning to a very naked JA. If we can pee with the door open, being naked is no issue. We went to The Biscuit for brunch and judged people. He introduced me to new music(Janelle Monae!!) and I taught him the definition of DUFF(Designated Ugly Fat Friend). We went DILF spotting before finally parting ways again.

Until next time.

Bradley James

In the beginning...

So seeing this is my first blog on here I'd like to first say hello to anyone reading this.

So I can't wait to see Johnny Angel. We met at college, bonded over our love for David Bowie movies and mutual passion for judging people. Last time we went to the Flaming Lips concert with a few of my coworkers. We ended up meeting some friends from the bar by work. Because I got them in quicker they paid for drinks all night. I'll just let you judge how wasted we were...

So now obviously you can understand how excited I am to reunite with one of my favorite people ever. I will post again after the night plays out.

Bradley James