Whatcha up to now? This year I’ll be 70. Friends say I look 50. That’s bad enough when your heart’s 21. Retired. Carrying on a relationship with a schizophrenic. She’s able to lie naturally. I’m able to tell the truth when a lie would be better. 
I’m working on my second short story draft this year. Fighting the battle between boredom and depression. Must keep active.
You know what I do when I’m fighting boredom and depression?
Drugs. It totally works.
Is that all you’re doing these days?
I’ve been growing my own produce, and watching alot of tv. I like to always have a vacation planned so that I have something to look forward too. I think about it like this. I gotta die sometime, and I’d rather be completely oblivious up until the moment that it happens. So I don’t think about any bad things, or worry too much. To me, it’s just good to feel good. Which might sound kinda sad, but it makes life easy.
Smears, you may well have it right… a kind of hedonism, no?
Me… I’m networking, and acting/modellong, and freelancing as a Project-manager/director in Advertising, and making home-made wine, and drinking rum, and cleaning up my diet for maximum health and nutrition, and enjoying dating 
Ier… you look and talk 50, so do please share your secrets with us (not so) young’uns… please
…and thank you for your support and input on the ‘depression’ thread over on Philo… I’ve learned a lot on there, which has helped me with my, er… issues
I’m doing drugs, anti depressants, thank god I’m off them at the end of next month, I hate them because my libido drops to zero, and hell sex, or onanism is not as much fun without desire. It’s the price I pay to remain animate during the winter months. It’s a high price. Waking up with a boner is not so good if it takes a hell of a lot of effort to do anything about it. Clock watching, the sun going around the Earth, six months on the drugs six months off. Now and forever. If only there was a natural way of not being depressed, but then I went for 20 years without meds and it was hell. If therapy works they can keep it, the only thing it taught me was that psychologists didn’t know about my condition then, and refuse to apologise for thinking it was non existent now.
Still my reduced sexual Puissance aside: lately I have been mostly playing games, seeing to my mum, who was ill for a long time and still will be, and reading books. Meh could be worse.
This year I’ll be 40, Mid life crisis, meh I seldom even remember my birthday, it’s probably all much of a muchness until you croak. Life’s always been hard, how can death be any worse. Chin up guys.
I’ve been making smoothies where I just put strawberries and blueberries and bananas and kiwis and all kinds of things into the blender and just drink it. It’s so delicious.
I slept with a prostitute this weekend. I’m tempted to do it again.
If it was that good, that you are thinking of doing it again you probably should. I would green light that.
I’ve never slept with a prostitute, let me know how it goes, it might be worth doing through the whole so called mid life crisis thing, for me I mean since all my friends have done it long ago, along with crack, LSD and hob knobs. You only live once I guess…
I’ve never slept with a prostitute, but I remember being single, seventeen, and on a serious dry spell at one point. An ex-girlfriend of mine, with whom I was still on friendly terms, gave me a call and asked me if she could borrow $100 for three days to get her by until her paycheck. I stated as follows:
Given that you decided to terminate our relationship, in the romantic sense, without my consent, I no longer feel compelled to acquiesce to such a request from you. However, given the nature of our friendship, as well as the fact that we have engaged in sexual relations previously, I may feel compelled to lend you a smaller sum such as $50 and give you the opportunity to earn the other $50 by rendering sexual services unto me beginning at midnight tonight and terminating at 6:00a.m. You will note that while my offer is less than $10.00 an hour, it is far greater than minimum wage which is what you are currently making in your position as cashier in a grocery store. I should also feel it necessary to mention that neither of us are presently romantically involved, and we would not be doing anything we had not done previously.
It was meant more as a joke than anything, but she jumped on the offer. It was kind of hard to retract the offer once I had already put it on the table, is it not so? I honestly would have just lent her the $100, as stated, we were still really good friends and I trusted her to pay it back, but hey, it was worth the $50, she was always a decent lay…if you’ll pardon my crudity of terms.
Cool story bro.
Do you mean: I meant it as a joke, well sort of, you know I didn’t expect her to say yes or owt, but I was kinda hoping a blow job would not be out of the question, or perhaps something more… 
What more than that is there? Probably would have cost me the full $100 for that, though.
And, yes, that is what I meant.
I’m no sexpert, but surely you’ve done more than that?
I sometimes forget that some people aren’t as open about their relationships as I am with friends, and they are with me. Let me tell you about gagging the wolf some time.
Hehe.
Thanks, M.
I can’t blame my looks & thought on clean living–50 year old beer & cigarette habits.
Love those smoothies!!! I make one of bananas, peanut butter, milk & raw eggs.
=D> Good negotiation, man!!!
Am I right, ladies?
I’m a lady and I say no. I liked the sentiment but not the language. It’s just an aesthetic thing. Too…formal…and longwinded. If you were more succinct you could’ve just said, “On the street, or on your knees” but you aren’t. Apparently. Or, “Bitch! Get on your knees, or on the street. Bitch!” I saw on TV that women like being called bitch.
I always speak very formally, even in RL. I have a few slip-ups here and there because I am surrounded by retards in this area, but overall, I manage to speak pretty well.