Well, allot has happened in the last week or so. I got fired (well, relieved) from my position at Lucent Technologies, and also told by my parents that they have sold their house and they will be moving into Innisfree at the end of the month.

When I was at Lucent, Chris (the guy that hired me) pulled me off into a side office and said; 'that he didn't think that I could actually DO the job.' I told him that it probably had something to do with the fact that I haven't had any formal training in the position by a qualified trainer. When I started this job, I was made aware that our department didn't have an immediate supervisor and that we were responsible for our actions (being on time, wearing the right clothes, etc etc...). That I can handle, but in the two months that followed that; I was trained only half way on only half of the material. So anyway, I tried to keep my job by trying to reason with Chris, but apparently they decision was handed down from higher above, so I might as well have been talking to the door knob. I worked the rest of my week, (meanwhile Chris went to play golf) and then I left. So about a week passed without any word from jobs, until this temp agency called back that I have worked with in the past. They said that they had an OPS manager position at a new call center that opened. (now, I know I am not really a big fan of the call centers, but I do have experience and it did seem like a good position) Anyway, I went to the place and spoke with the huge fat black lady that was in charge of hiring. I put on the 'perfect worker' charm, and she was excited to have me join the team. Unfortunately, she made me aware that the OPS manager position had been taken, but i could join the floor as a regular advisor. I was pretty desperate, so I took it. It's not all that bad, all I have to do is take orders for new home telephone service and try to up-sell people for long distance and dial-up internet. Surprisingly, it's pretty easy, the major customer base of Dialog Telecommunications is mainly the back water red-neck trailer park trash of Kentucky, Mississippi, and North Carolina. I have only worked there a solid week, but in that week they bought lunch for everyone twice, ice cream one day, and cookies another. So it kinda feels like I might be there a little while, catch up on some bills.

So, moving. AAAARRRRGGGG, so many boxes, so little time. I am so tired of moving boxes around. When I found out that I would have to move, I signed up on roommates.com and got some replies pretty quickly. Of course, I couldn’t just leave my cat, so it was a little difficult finding a place that would accept a cat and that was pretty cheap. I met this guy named Jimmy online, and he seemed to fit both of the requirements. $325 for rent and he has a cat. It’s not exactly in the best apartment complex in Charlotte, but it definitely isn’t the worst either. Allot of Mexicans, but at least they respect your stuff (i.e.- no loud meximusic.) Now, I didn’t tell you this, but Jimmy is gay. I have never lived with anyone that was gay, but you couldn’t tell by looking at him. He actually sleeps allot, and is pretty chill. I am still not completely clear on where he works, but it’s during the afternoon/evening hours, so I probably with be home alone allot. I managed to move just about everything i needed into his apartment in one day (yesterday) and now my arms feel like they are going to fall off. The place is on the third floor; yea, i know, ouch. I still need to go back to the house to get the rest of my clothes and some small miscellaneous things. I need to clean it up a little bit too because in the last weeks rush on getting fired, hired, kicked out, packing, and moving, I made quite the mess.

You know, I should probably get off of this thing and get over there to finish up cleaning, but I have been feeling a little depressed in the relationship field. This girl that I used to date (Jen) has been helping me move and pack, fortunate for her (to my knowledge) she doesn’t have anything (disease wise). We worked out a deal a while ago (after we broke up) that she has needs and I have wants and she wanted to still sleep together on the side. That was ok with me, for about a week. I started to really think about giving her something and started to feel really guilty. Last night, she came over to help me carry some of these damn boxes up the three flights of stairs and she wanted to get some; I pushed her away, we sat down and talked about it. I told her that it bothered me that i have something and that she managed not to get anything and that it would make feel better if we just didn’t fuck anymore. Of course, she wanted to go soon after that (kinda gives me a good perspective on exactly what her real intentions were). Just kinda makes me feel bad, like I am dirty and filled full of poison. It’s really sucks. What makes it even worse, is that through all the stress of job and place to live, I had an outbreak on top of it all. So I am almost all over that now, and my body is returning back to normal, thank god.

i need a real hug.

So here i sit at 8:48 in the morning, the day after Labor Day, a little board and jobless. Beth, at Near&Associates head hunting says that she is working on an operations manager position at a new call center, though I am not thrilled about getting back into the call center field..... it goes nowhere. Finding a job has become very difficult lately. Of course, don't even think for a minute that it is in a field that I enjoy or prefer; like graphics or computers. I have tried Blockbuster, CompUSA, Best Buy, all over Monster.com and CareerBuilder, but to no avail.

Jenny came over yesterday, we fucked like rabbits. What else is new. It was nice not to spend the weekend alone, but I just couldn’t stop wondering where my next paycheck is going to be coming from.

Wow, a whole hell of allot has happened since the last time I wrote something. I know my last entry in July just spoke about Jenny going back to Ben (her husband), but I left out all the important stuff. So let me turn back the clock a little to July 16th; my brother got married! In addition to that; Matthew Bohlen (long time friend and fellow classmate back to elementary school) got married also. Jenny decided that living with Ben was a big mistake, and I met, fellow H sufferer, Tara online.
So, don't let me waste any time here, I guess let me start with Nicks Wedding. It was in the Hamptons of NY state. The wedding was held in the backyard underneath this colossus tent. We arrived (as in Jenny and I) a day before the wedding. The house was owned by Rebeccas parents, but her immediate family pretty much owned the entire block. Needless to say, they have got some money. The first night that we were there, Bub (Rebeccas Dad) went out and bought 40 lobster for that nights dinner, out of his own pocket. This man mows his lawn at least once a day and does not have to work at all. He stores historical cars in his barn. Me and a couple of the fellas snuck a peak in there at the 1957 Mercedes, 1940s Rolls Royce, and a few muscle cars; thoroughly impressive. Anyway, the lobster was the bomb and we all, of course, got drunk as skunks and somehow managed to make it back to our perspective rooms late in the AM. The next day, people emerged from their cots and spare bedrooms with hangovers, soon to be hitting the bottle minutes after breakfast and vats of coffee. We all ('all' meaning the pot smoking, lushes, friends, coworkers of the bride and groom) laid out at the Hamptons beach, which was not all that entertaining considering the Hamptons are on the ocean and it was VERY foggy the entire stay, muggy enough that your skin would stick to just about any flat surface you touch. It wore pretty thin pretty quickly, and Rebeccas Moms deadline for homebase return time was approaching quickly. We got back a few minutes until and had just enough time for everyone to change and grab a drink before the guests arrived. A few hours later, when more people were there, someone raised a toast and called everyone over to the porch, beer and all, and Nick Jones and Rebecca Squires tied the not. Congratulations!

Then came the signing of the marriage license with public representation (Matthew Bohlen, I would have done it but my hands were full with cameras)

A kiss after the signing and the pictures began!

After pictures, it was time to eat, and I must say that it was some of the best food that I have had in years. Filet mignon or salmon, with the best potatoes that I have ever had in my entire life. Their was about 150 people there (not much from our side of the family considering the wedding was 800 miles away) so their was a ton of food, and after that were two open bars and everyone got smashed, including Matthew and of course Nick.

Their actually was this incident at the end of the night when some of the crazy girls from Appalachian State were throwing ice at each other and one of them got it in their pants. Conveniently she falls on top my brother while I am talking to him and proceeds to take her pants off (pantiless) and rub her pussy all over Nick. Rebecca was so drunk she fell to the floor and started talking to her dog, not even paying her friend and husband any attention at what was transpiring right in front of her. I have never seen people so drunk in my life, but everyone had a good time.

The next day, was a day of rest (which Nick stayed pretty much in a coma for 13 hours); but the day after that, some of out immediate family (me, mom, nick, cousin Alex, Kelly and Jordan) went to visit the Big Apple. I had never been before and I must say that it is simply amazing. We rode on a few trains for the 2 hour ride there. Is was dirty, everywhere, their was just this grime on everything that you touched. It was hot, like 95, and in between those buildings with no wind it seemed even hotter. I saw the Empire State Building (in the distance), we stopped by China Town. It really gives you the feel of what an Asian metropolitan city would really feel like. We then visited Little Italy, which again, really makes you feel like you are in an 'Americanized' version of that country, but none the less added to the feeling like you are actually in Italy. We ate lunch in this little Italian place that we randomly pick out by how much further we really could walk and how much longer we could stand the unbearable heat. We had pizza and honest to god some heavenly cheese sticks. Now I know what they mean by 'having some REAL Italian pizza', Papa-Johns will never taste as good again. We took a subway to visit Grand Central Station and Central Park and Times Square.

Grand Central Station is unfathomably huge for a train station. The entire building is made of white/yellow marble and people a constantly rushing from one building to the next to catch their train. On the ceiling of the station is a beautifully painted rendition of the stars in a green and contrasting gold for the astrological characters. Their were even lights embedded in to drawing to illuminate the stars during the evening hours. Tromping on through the mass of people and heat, we made out way to Times Square where I got Jenny to take a candid shot with the 'Naked Cowboy' and stands in the center and sings horrible cowboy songs. I saw him on The Tonight Show once and he actually makes a ton of money out there when he started a few years ago in the dead of winter. Anyway, Times Square in the beating heart of the Big Apple, and it feels like it. Their is so much going on every second that passes in Times Square, cars a whizzing by, people are everywhere and going in all directions, the buildings are covered in billboards all flashing and rotating and talking. Most of them made of LCD screens 1/2 the size of a football field, all pushing the markets latest gadgets.

Now, not that I didn't have as good of a time, well actually I didn't, but Matthew Bohlens wedding was also recent. Matthew is someone that I grew up with since elementary school, and lived behind my house in the adjacent subdivision. So needless to say, I know Matthew pretty well, but I believe that Nick is the one that Matthew would call his 'best friend'. Matthew's wedding was in Jackson Maryland, and it pretty much rained the entire time that we were there (three days). Kelly rented a car (a new Ford 500) and I drove pretty much the entire way up there and back (about 8 hours considering all the stops we had to make for a woman small bladder and an eight year old.) We stayed in a nice Hampton Inn that had a night club downstairs. Now I stress this point again, more drinking. I don't think I drank anything but coffee and beer the entire time we were up there. The wedding was in a small church, and took about 45mins. The reception was in an old remodeled Inn that was out in the middle of nowhere. I met up with the very beautiful Cindy Zachary while we were up there. Cindy Zachary is a girl that I swam swim-team with when I was between the ages of 8 to 16, and had always thought that she was cute. I hung out with her brother for a while during the summers of swim-team and Country Haven tennis. She hung with me during the reception, but nothing happened, not even a kiss. I behaved myself, besides, she lives in NYC right now, and not to mention that it sounds like she talks with her nose closed, that is just a little annoying. Cindy is the one in blue, below..

Matthew's Wedding was much more civilized, but a bunch of drunken people the same. It was nice to see old friends from my childhood, including the Bohlen brothers and Mr. & Mrs. Bohlen (separated now; Mrs. King, whose husbands face reminds me of Morton Downey Jr. and Mr. Bohlen who is still married to Mrs. Courier; my old Art teacher from Middle School) It was a long trip back to NC from Maryland. Jordan, my sister, and I stopped by a truck stop and had some fruit which made us all have diarrhea and Jordan threw up in the car at 75-mph heading South on I-85.
So in addition to the tons of wedding that have transpired in the past month, and the 1 in the million with a past friend from swim-team, I recently met a nice girl that lives in Florida. I recently put an add on a 'Meeting People With Herpes' site and met Tara. She like the same things that I do, at least Anime and a joking conversation over IM. She isn't exactly a hottie, but we do share allot and converse about what it's like to have 'the gift'.

She recently broke up with her boyfriend under a mutual decision because they both feel that it just wasn't going to work. Something that I can understand, but her still lives there. Something that I am not exactly thrilled about, but sometimes circumstances call for drastic measures. He doesn't have H, and she does; she said that was one of the main reasons why she made her decision, she couldn't bear the thought of passing it on to someone else. A feeling that I mutually share with her and even discussed with Jenny.

So, yes, the Jenny. Aw man, where the hell do I start? Jenny has started her path to womanhood. About a week after she decided to move out of my house and back in with her husband, she decided that she hated it, and that he hadn't changed a bit. She found a roommate online and within two weeks of moving in, she moved out. She has been living in Matthew's for about two weeks now, with two other girls. She house id pretty nice and has a pool table. Now, Jenny and I had a previous conversation that if she were to move out and go back with Ben that it would be a big mistake, and I was right. Everyone from my group (John/Carolyn, B, Kevin/Lisa, Rick/Mel) don't want to have anything to do with her, and I would have to admit that I am still a little apprehensive about even talking to her. She has though, redeemed herself in a few areas. She has left her husband, but she has not officially divorced him (which can't happen for another 5-7 months). Before she moved out, we rode all the way up to NJ to visit her sister. We spent more than 12 hours in a little car, and had a good time, it was time well spent and time that I wish was spent more often. And we spoke about allot of great things, in fact we always speak honestly or each other and bluntly. In fact, recently, now that she has moved out and started down her own path, she has really become 'real' with me. I guess some would call it 'that the newness has worn off'. I really can appreciate her honesty, and even more so now. She has come over and spent the last two weekends over here, and even spent the night last weekend. One of the most irresistible and insatiable things that just recently developed (and I think is directly attributed to her getting out on her own) is her sexuality.

Fairly recently, Jenny and I were sitting in a secluded section of a parking-lot near a bar that we had a few drinks at, and after a few blow job sessions and a joint we were talking about some facts and feelings about each other. I admitted that I was superficial in a way, but do not know if Jenny knew as to what aspect of which I was suggesting. Honestly, Jenny is the hottest girl that I know as far as personality goes. She sometimes can be a little clingy, and really needs to work on listening to her 'gut' feeling instead of always relying on other to make her decisions for her. Physically, Jenny is in fairly decent shape, she could definitely use to use a few pounds in the belly, thigh, and arm areas; but just some firming up would probably be insatiable. Sexually Jenny is off the fucking charts. I have never in my life met someone so sexually charged ah her. She wants it 24/7. We have discussed it, what exactly does she like or want out of the whole sex act, she said 'she just like having dick inside her'. If that is not just a wonderful porn mpeg for your brain. She, I think, would even try an orgy with 4 people involved, if so inclined. She has tried dick in pussy/pussy in mouth; dick in pussy/dick in mouth; girl eat pussy/dick in mouth; anal a few times, and loves to give a blow job at a drop of a hat. She loves having her tits sucked and grabbed, to be talked a little dirty to, and to be 'fucked'. She loves to mix it up with the positions and is quite imaginative, but doggie style usually gets her off and feels the best to her considering depth and angle. Sometimes when our moans fill the room and she starts adding a little more grunt to my deepening thrusts as I pump her from behind, I feel like I am with a porn star. Or one of those thousands of mpegs that I have seen in the past, Mpegs the same that I would watch to get turned on. It's like being turned on and experiencing something that feels so good and so comfortable that you want it to last for as long as possible until you have not a single bit of energy left for a single thrust. Their is so many things that I want to share with her sexually that my head wants to explode and I have to masturbate instantly from just the thoughts, but alas the Herpes. I don't want to give it to her.

I guess that's gonna be it for now, It's already 1pm, and I haven't even taken a shower yet. I will try to get back and write a little more often, even if it's just for a little bit. I will also try to work out a little more or at least be a little more physically active, although that seems to be an ongoing struggle...