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.

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