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One Confused Gay Boy

One Confused Gay Boy I almost did something last Monday night that I swore I would never do again. And just to get it out of the way right now, because we all know how easily it is for me to get sidetracked writing these blog entries, it has nothing to do with Cocaine. Though if it did have something to do with Cocaine I wouldn?t be a confused gay boy and this blog entry would never have been written. So I?ll let you decide which problem is more relevant. I think for you to really get a gra

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

Sands of Iwo Jima

I'm sick, I think I'm dying. My head hurts and I've got this light-headed feeling. My nose is running, there is no way I can have so much snot inside my little head. I'm cold, for the first time in years I'm wearing lounge pants in bed, I have a sweatshirt and I'm wrapped up in a comforter. I'm watching the Sands of Iwo Jima starring John Wayne. God, why can't I just die. Jason R.

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

What If I Stumble...

Mark and I have reached the point in our relationship where the newness has finally faded and we've moved into the realm of comfortable bliss. Our days slip by with the quickness of one that is quickly approaching the end. Not to say that we aren't stupidly happy, nor do I mean that the sex has lost it's allure, because let's face the truth, we hump like mad men who have finally been released from prison...a all female prison. You could say that everything is perfect... Yet I can't help but

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

Stupid Jason, Doing Stupid Things

Stupid Jason, Doing Stupid Things I said I was never going to do this again. And after the last time, this is the last thing I wanted to happen, again. But I have to face the facts, it did happen. And now I can?t stop these thoughts, I can?t control these feelings, and I don?t know how I?ll look at myself in the morning. Or even if I?ll try. Stupid Jason, doing stupid things, again. And I don?t even know how it started. Wait, that?s a lie. I know how it started. I just don?t know how I

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

To Be or Not to Be...Pissed

Yesterday, Mark and I met for coffee an hour before work. I guess he knew I was still pissed and in his usual stubborn refusal to ignore things like normal males, he confronted me. How is it that this little boy can have so much power over me? He's not that hot, more of a nerd really, just your average type "Joe". His haircut is nonexistent, I think his mother puts a bowl on his head and snips away. His taste in clothes is typical of every stoner in the world, jeans and t-shirts with skat

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

An Explanation to Appease Cole And Trab

Apparently Cole and Trab feel like I've failed to deliver a pay-off that has been hinted at concerning my interest/relationship with Mark, a straight co-worker, and the story behind my little trip to the hospital a few days ago where a cute nurse asked me to remove my shirt so he could take a peak at my insides. As I read that paragraph back, I wonder why they need a further explanation. It seems pretty straight forward to me. My co-worker is straight. So any interest I might have/had towa

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Jason Rimbaud

I'm all out of flour and the Eggs have turned

I can't believe it's been so long since I last wrote something here.... But then I don't care...I've grown to hate the sound of my voice/words...whatever... I've got nothing to say/write at the moment.... Not to say that nothing interesting has happened to me lately...because let's face it...I attract drama like lightening to metal and Sunday night was pretty fucking huge...I mean here it is two days later...and I'm still at a loss of words. On top of that, it's around 9 am on Tuesday morni

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

My Fiftieth Blog Entry

My Fiftieth Blog Entry So I realized a few days ago, that this would be my fiftieth blog entry here on Awesome Dude. Of course this was after I wrote one of my typical blog entries. And much to my surprise, I was petrified to post this average run-of-the-mill post. Let's face it, my fiftieth blog entry warranted something special. So for days I struggled with finding the right topic. I thought I'd come up with something witty, maybe a bit smart, and really funny. But as I stared at the

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

I Invented a New Word

So I had a single GAY man and his mother come in to the restaurant today. When I saw him walk in the door, I actually paused in mid-step. He was gorgeous. One of the female servers was near me and she made the remark that he was dreamy. I smiled at her and replied, "Don't bother, he plays for my team." She asked, "How do you know?" I smiled mysteriously at her and said, "Trust me." As luck would have it, the man and his mother sat in my section and I ended up serving them. Throughout the

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Jason Rimbaud

Camera Phones Suck

It's around two thirty in the morning, Tuesday morning, and I am at a loss of words. I was sleeping, all cozy wrapped up in my favorite comforter dreaming of blonde haired boys with dancing eyes, and right when it was getting to the good part, my phone woke me up. Or rather the noise my phone makes when I get a new text message. For a moment, I glance at the table next to the bed and debate whether or not to look at the phone or to try to fall back asleep so i could find out how that nice dre

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Jason Rimbaud

Weird Night

So it's been a weird week. And by weird...I mean down-right fucking insane with a dash of stupidity thrown in to complete the mix. So why was it so weird, down-right fucking insane with a dash of stupidity you ask? *waits for you to ask* All right, don't get pushy, I'll explain. First, with my new promotion at work... Wait, did I tell you I got promoted at work? Well, I did. Three weeks ago, I got promoted to Assistant Manager at my hip up-scale restaurant in Palo Alto, California. Befo

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Jason Rimbaud

Buffalo Wild Wing Disappointment

It’s Thursday, September 21st, 2017 and I’m in Daly City California.  It’s my day off, nothing special about that except that “N” is working the morning shift and I have the whole day off to do whatever I want.  If I want to stay in bed all day naked, watching YouTube videos, I can.  Or if I want to do a marathon of jerking off to free porn on the whole interwebs, I can and no one can say anything about it.  And don’t think I didn’t contemplate that last one this morning after waking up wi

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

Twelve Years Isn't As Long As You Think

On September 22nd, 2006, I posted my first Blog entry. It was a tongue-n-cheek entry called Attachment VS No Attachment. It was a parody of my first time being with a boy that wasn't circumcised and the nickname that I was saddled with after telling my group of friends about the encounter. It would be the start of numerous Blog entries that were true to life but made larger than life. I was usually the butte of most of the jokes and sadly, as I look over the Blog entries and the titles, most act

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

Questions We Don't Ask But Should

Questions We Don?t Ask but Should Question One: Ever wonder about those people who spend $6.00 apiece on those tiny bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backwards. Question Two: If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea?does that mean that one actually enjoys it? Question Three: If people from Poland are called Poles, then why aren?t people from Holland called Holes? Question Four: Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery? Question Five: If a pig loses its voice

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

After Twenty Years...I Just Did This

After Twenty Years...I Just Did This So I’ve been in the restaurant/hospitality business for over twenty years. And I can’t believe that after twenty years, I just did this. And before I go into what life changing craziness I just decided to embark on, let me tell you about my writing. Some years back, I lost the memory stick that contained all my writings for the last thirty years. And yes, not only did it hold all my stories, notes, outlines, it also contained all my work notes that

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Jason Rimbaud in Life In Glasses

My Resurrection

My Resurrection A few weeks ago I headed off to the beach for a few days, probably the best idea I?ve had in recent memory. Anyone reading my blog has seen witness of my bouts of depression, my slow recovery from addiction, and the added stress of continuing my therapy with Susan. To say I needed some time away from the chaos of my life to clear the darkness from my soul would be a severe understatement. Basically I?ve been feeling like a caged animal, trapped inside myself and slowly going

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

Wonder Boy, Edward Forty-Hands, and a Perfect Penis

Wonder Boy, Edward Forty-Hands, and a Perfect Penis By: Jason R. So let?s start at the beginning, mainly because I really don?t know the ending as of yet. Plus, the beginning is way more interesting to write about. Though I guess I could start at the end and work my way backwards, then all the drama would be pointless and I?d seem like a winey bitch. And honestly, who likes winey little bitches? Des, put your hand down. I wasn?t speaking to you as of yet. Now if your better half raises h

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

June or Something Like That

I've been thinking of deleting my Blog. I just don't feel like writing entries any more. It's like when you suddenly realize you don't need therapy anymore. It's just a waste of money and time if you continue seeing the therapist. Not that writing these little entries are therapeutic for anyone but myself, though I think I've kept a few of you entertained with my little stories, I think it might be time to retire. Much like my poetry, I'm just sick of always writing about myself. I want

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

?????

I wonder, at this moment in my life, if I should care about anything. I have this feeling, a feeling that rips me up inside, if I should even bother with trying to be a human. The only thing I can say, at this present moment, is I don't care about anything. Anyone? Life is too hard sometimes. Too the point where I wonder why I bother trying to make it fluffy white bunny clouds. Life sucks, existing sucks. I don't want to end it, but why should I bother to give a fuck? Pretending that it'

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

The one where I throw up on the screen

The One Where I Throw Up on the Screen I feel sick, diseased and lifeless. I saw the darkest parts of myself today, struggled long after the hope of changing had faded. I'm dirty and need a shower. Have you fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive? I washed the sheets today, they were stained and filled with memories I'd rather forget. His name was Alex. I met him at Nola's last night after work. He was a tall skinny brunet with a lopsided grin. In a bar filled with t

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

Explantion (about time you might say)

If there's anything I hate today, I would have to say girls, text messaging, and close-minded bigots that hold on to the Bible like a drowning man holds on to a life preserver in a storm-swept ocean. How the fuck does that affect what happened between Mark and I last week, my reader might ask? It's good that you ask, because I'm about to explain it to you in my usual round-about meandering way. So last we peeked into my life, I was having trouble with a certain nerdy gay boy that wished to se

Jason Rimbaud

Jason Rimbaud

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