So I have a few new people to the friends list....and I don't (until, apparently now) have one of those convenient sticky posts with all the relevant data. So I'll sum up a few things here.
My real name is Fully, short for Fulton...if you want to make a joke about me weighing a "full ton" feel free, but I am gonna sit on you.
I am 41 (be 42 in mid July) and I currently live with my mother and aunt. I am single but until semi-recently was engaged.
I act for community theater as an amateur and am somewhat in demand in Houston (but only as a volunteer, I have only acted for pay once).
I am a drunk (to me alcoholic implies someone in recovery, I am not).
I live in Houston Texas, birthplace of humidity. I am not currently employed, I got my B.A last year and did not do well in my first semester of Graduate school. I do not believe I lack the intellectual firepower, but I do believe I am currently very tired of working hard for free.
I am the real life, good luck Chuck in that about 9 of 12 previous girlfriends have married or moved in with the next guy they dated after me.
I weigh well over 300 pounds and I do not hate myself for that. There are so many other perfectly valid reasons for me to be angry with myself, why get worked up over what I happen to look like. I am big, I have always been big, I am not willing to let someone cut or drug me and have lost the same 40 lbs 11 times and am now officially "over it".
I have an IQ you could cook food with, but I am not very good at making money. I used to have a sports gambling addiction to go with the booze...but I am not currently gambling.
Many of my past paramours are my weight or larger, I am not exclusively a "chubby chaser" but I find that dating larger women lets me date "above my station". Most of my exes also have white hot IQ's.
My mother is a saint, but our relationship could charitably be described as co-dependent.
I've written a full-length play (Marital Bliss in Central Texas) which was well received at a staged reading and I am hoping to have performed as a precursor to getting it published.
I intend to get the "non LJ Idol" portion of this journal going again with this post. If it would do you harm to read about a real life drunkard and his habit do NOT friend this journal.
I now open the floor for questions, my life is a fairly open book, so ask away.
I am also m_malcontent on yahoo messenger and as far as I know I am the only Fulton Fry on Facebook....so if you really want an OD of me...go for it.
At least you are in no pain.
I actually left the community before I had to vote on this one...but I hemmed and hawed a LOT. In the end, ya'll couldn't have chosen wrong at this point...and I am happy to see how it turned out... Kudos to both and enjoy your well deserved accolades.
I am very grateful for the opportunity to compete and triple grateful for the many excellent friends I met in the competition.
I'll still read entries for anyone who remains on my friend list. Good luck guys and I hope this season ends in an awesome fashion and the next season is the best ever!
You say I’m a drunk
I can’t argue that
Not when my breath peels
Your public façade
I crawl smiling over the broken glass
Because I know this too shall pass
And I won’t care about your carefully tousled hair
Or your marble-peach ass
You slapped my face with earnest, willful pride
Then put your calves on my shoulders that I might go deeper inside
You put on your war-paint, barbed up your wires and built up your wall
Said it was self-defense when you fucked him, while I drank in the hall
And in case my measured response wasn’t perfectly clear
He should have shaken my hand when I offered him beer
After all that hand once was good enough for you
I don’t see why in the hell he wouldn’t enjoy it too
Are you finding yourself my bright would-be wife
While the meds keep you balanced on the edge of a knife
Days are long, nights are rough
Did you think I’d just give up
A drink is just something to put in your cup
It doesn’t satisfy, you don’t satisfy, you never satisfied
I throw out charity to embrace an irony rich
He cheated with you, he cheats on you, it seems life’s a bitch
Makes me no mind then, stay away from me
Like cold won-ton soup congealing
Free with lunch combo “B”
O.k...I can't be arsed to read all this stuff..you are all on my friends list......just tell me if I should vote for you and why.
P.S - I am 99.2 percent sure I am kidding
P.P.S Go ahead and tell me anyway.
The Elliminati are watching you. Don't make any mistakes.
quis custodiet ipsos garyus