My Dominant I

my_dominant_i @ 2005-09-20T08:16:00

2005-09-20T14:41:44Z

I have been making my own bread for a few years now. There really is nothing like it. The feel of it in your hands, the rawness of it, the basic-ness of it, yadda yadda yadda, you've heard it all before. And it's all true. And then some.

The ability to cultivate and store grain was one of the main memes that allowed mankind to form civilizations. In a British museum, you can see some actual loaves that were made and baked over 5,000 years ago. Grain has been found in places where humans lived eight to ten thousand years ago. And that is only what has been found, it's use may go back much further.

So anyway, I've been making my own bread for a few years now. Not like 5,000 or anything, but a few. There really is nothing like the incense of your own bread baking in your home. It fills the house, and teases you. Tantalizes you. It's orchestra in the air, never letting you forget, that in 45 minutes, you will be slicing into 5,000 years of warm human history...

At this point I noticed the sun was trying to steal in through the sliding glass door. So I opened the blinds which gave these photos some great color, more detail, and some interesting shadows.

From above. I thought it was interesting how the surface split itself open like this. Reminded me of women's legs splitting themselves open to form the vagina. And yes, that is the part I ate first. Why break precedent?

Finnished. Only a few minutes to admire it's perfection before it gets the knife, ("It puts the lotion in the basket!!")

my_dominant_i @ 2005-09-16T13:54:00

2005-09-16T18:53:51Z

An email I sent to my g/f the other day... (Alex is my dog)

2005-09-16T11:03:30Z

I was laying in bed last night at 3 A.M. trying to get to sleep, when I heard a soft thud from outside my door. "What is it." I thought to myself. (I actually say shit like that to myself. I know, it's weird.) "Did Santa come early this year?" I was hoping for the best. However, I kinda recognized that sound. So I put some shorts on, put my flip-flops on, (thanks again for buying those for me hon), and look out my door, half hoping to see Santa there pushing boxes and boxes of cool electronics equipment toward me, and this is what I see:

Alex had gotten sick. She had pizza last night. I think it's safe to say that it did not agree with her. Oh, and don't forget the little spot over there:

I have seen that dog eat duck shit and not get sick. But she apparently can't keep down Logli's pizza. Hell, I ate 4 pieces myself, and I didn't think it was that bad. Course, I've kinda gotten used to it over the years. Here's what it looked like from midway on the stairs:

Oh the horror of it all. Here's a piece I actually found hanging:

It kinda looked like celery to me, but I wouldn't know for sure. So I cleaned up the chunks, (yes, my dog blew chunks, and I cleaned them up for her.) I figured I'd leave the spot shampooing till morning. Then I took a couple of photos of her. These were taken only a few minutes after she blew. And I do mean blew. Seriously I do. (Hey that rhymes.) In this one she started to walk away right as I was taking the picture. She has no respect for photos at all. To be honnest, I don't think she understands what they are.

You can see her shapely figure in that one though. Check out that ass!! This is my favorite one of the night though:

How could I be mad at something that damn cute? I can't. I admit it. She could eat my left testicle and I still couldn't be mad at her. OK, maybe a little. Look at her, a few minutes after barfing on everything in sight she looks happy, healthy, and ready for more action. Ready for more pizzaaaaa!!

Well, I just thought I'd share in graphic detail how my night went after you left. Hope yours went better then mine. You know, I really shouldn't make so much fun of her for getting sick. I hammered those two boxes of candy you left me until my stomach threatened to file for divorce. And even then I didn't quit. I just got a glass of water and kept on powering through those boxes. I figured the candy just needed some lube going down. Eventually my stomach did file for divorce, raised a white flag, got pissed, and stormed out of the room. So I was forced to: Stop. Eating. The Candy.

So that's my story and I'm stickin' to it!! I hope today goes better for you at work today babe. And I hope this put you in a good mood. Can I count on your help later on cleaning up the puke? Just kidding. Bye babe.

Love Daddy

my_dominant_i @ 2005-09-14T11:29:00

2005-09-14T16:28:57Z

What do you call a gay dinosaur?
Mega-sore-ass.

my_dominant_i @ 2005-09-14T10:06:00

2005-09-14T15:08:16Z

This is a photo I edited and posted in PictureWhores:

my_dominant_i @ 2005-09-12T09:52:00

2005-09-12T14:51:53Z

I am abuse
I am the darkness creeping within you
the worst nightmare
that you know must go on
somewhere
to someone.

you haven't seen it yet...
but you will.

my_dominant_i @ 2005-09-12T06:04:00

2005-09-12T11:03:46Z

my_dominant_i @ 2005-07-21T17:09:00

2005-07-21T22:09:43Z