<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482321950520281994</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:49:17.756-07:00</updated><category term='night out'/><category term='DVD'/><category term='prologue'/><title type='text'>Another Beautiful Day</title><subtitle type='html'>I hate my life. Read on to find what else i hate.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cynicalrentboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813199781651779972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482321950520281994.post-8434870622982971330</id><published>2008-02-26T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:27:40.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scarlet Letter</title><content type='html'>It just happened again! Do these guys have excellent gaydar or what. I'm very discreet and talk to nobody whenever I work out. I don't even like talking to my personal trainer. However, this guy was very cute with an average build and kept making passes at me while I was lifting weights and eyeballed me in the sauna and steam room. He even grabbed the opportunity to touch my body while I had a problem opening my locker. I guess God (again, if there is one) really had put a hit out on me. I can't take this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482321950520281994-8434870622982971330?l=cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8434870622982971330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482321950520281994&amp;postID=8434870622982971330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/8434870622982971330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/8434870622982971330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/scarlet-letter.html' title='The Scarlet Letter'/><author><name>cynicalrentboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813199781651779972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482321950520281994.post-5857002406090294309</id><published>2008-02-25T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:26:06.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I have IT</title><content type='html'>"Sexual advances of any kind towards fellow members or employees are strictly forbidden."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason I created a blog in the first place is because i have been on a dating moratorium. Mainly because I sleep with guys on the first date. I'm just particularly perpetually horny. Suffice it to say, I really do belong with my friends, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Last night was really a record achievement as not one, not two, but four men hit on me in both the sauna and steam room at the gym. I shuddered as I thought that maybe God was playing tricks on me as I swore off guys for the moment. I'm used to being hit on while at the gym or at bars. It swells up my already huge ego. But if you don't look as good as me, know your place. And those 4 guys where blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go off again about hideous guys at my gym, I just received the best head I ever had last week at the steam room. Man, could that guy blow. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482321950520281994-5857002406090294309?l=cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5857002406090294309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482321950520281994&amp;postID=5857002406090294309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/5857002406090294309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/5857002406090294309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-i-have-it.html' title='I know I have IT'/><author><name>cynicalrentboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813199781651779972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482321950520281994.post-7780110051643646639</id><published>2008-02-21T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:38:09.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><title type='text'>Blame it on the TV.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N4-JdH2CB20/R71ojNbd7oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3foDvpIpxcs/s1600-h/kyle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169402901400776322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N4-JdH2CB20/R71ojNbd7oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3foDvpIpxcs/s320/kyle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I have been remiss in my cynic duties. I've just been preoccupied with dvd marathons of lots of tv series that currently interest me. I just finished with season 1 and the ongoing season 2 of Kyle XY (Matt Dallas as Kyle is sooooo HOT), season 1 of Gossip Girl, season 2 of Heroes, the ongoing season 4 of House, and ongoing season 1 of Reaper. All these shows just kept my attention. I couldn't separate my ass from the couch and my eyes from the plasma screen. To think, I even started downloading some episodes of Kyle XY so I could upload them into my Ipod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Matt Dallas is currently my obsession, which previously included the likes of Eric Winter (Jason McAllister of &lt;em&gt;Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;/em&gt;), Matt Long (Tyler Prince from &lt;em&gt;Sydney White&lt;/em&gt;), Steve Sandvoss (the gay movie &lt;em&gt;Latter Days&lt;/em&gt;) and Kevin Zegers (&lt;em&gt;Transamerica&lt;/em&gt;). Also, watch out for that hottie Luke Menard on the current season of American Idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482321950520281994-7780110051643646639?l=cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7780110051643646639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482321950520281994&amp;postID=7780110051643646639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/7780110051643646639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/7780110051643646639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/blame-it-on-tv.html' title='Blame it on the TV.'/><author><name>cynicalrentboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813199781651779972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N4-JdH2CB20/R71ojNbd7oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3foDvpIpxcs/s72-c/kyle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482321950520281994.post-6155208682253087577</id><published>2008-02-21T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:42:13.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night out'/><title type='text'>The Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That night was a waste. The minute I got in the bar I quickly contemplated going back home again. I just waited for some time for Sassy Friend to show but that was another waste. He came in arm in arm with hiw new boytoy, quick to be proud of his newly found stud of the week, Alas, a night of dancing and getting drunk, that night was not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the minute they got around to the bar to get some drinks I made my escape. I started walking out and Sassy Friend didn't even notice me making my exit. I assume it's all because of his new boytoy. Hmm.. let's see how long this one's gonna last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead of the usual cab ride home I considered walking the long distance to the bus route for a little time alone. I cenrtainly needed it. There has been so many times that I've been left alone by friends because of the prospect of sex. I've never done it myself (well, not recently) but I could never do it to them now. I mean I love my friends, but if this is how they're gonna treat me then I better learn how to cope in such situations by myself. This has happened so many times. I don't understand why I just can't realize that I shouldn't depend on my friends that much. Making out with some stranger just isn't gonna cut it as a way to cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482321950520281994-6155208682253087577?l=cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6155208682253087577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482321950520281994&amp;postID=6155208682253087577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/6155208682253087577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/6155208682253087577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-night-was-waste.html' title='The Last Time'/><author><name>cynicalrentboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813199781651779972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482321950520281994.post-6270662845367232697</id><published>2008-02-09T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:38:09.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night out'/><title type='text'>Mama say Mama sa Mama coo sa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  A few days ago, a slut of a friend of mine (which from this point on i will refer to as Slutty Friend) slept with some anonymous guy because that's what he does. It turns out that that anonymous guy could get him and me and our other slutty friends on the guest list of some swanky bar in the metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  Last night we did get into the said bar, got a little bit drunk and danced the night away. It's not the usual bars we go to where everyone else is slightly (or a lot) older and come in all shapes and sizes. The crowd was full of young, LEAN guys just like the four of us. It was a welcome surprise to see and be surrounded by such an assortment of goodlooking faces. Other times at other bars, we'd just be pushing away ugly old fat men trying to grope us (me, at least).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  Anyway, this was not the night of pure adulterated fun that I was hoping it would turn out to be. Sure, Slutty Friend and I were getting drunk, dancing and having a cool time with strangers. But our other two companions, Boring Friend and Weird Friend were just sulking around in a corner not even thumping to the music. Jeez, what a waste of a couple of invites. They were not the company that I wanted to be with at that kind of situation at all. They were getting me and Slutty Friend down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For me it really could have been better because Hot Foreign Guy (who i have been checking out at the gym and already be sleeping with if it weren't for some meddlesome dwarf who beat me to the punch) was there but left early. There were a lot of other hot guys who i could easily get but I know that once i have set my mind on something, I wannna have sex with it. And because of this, I silently promise to myself that the next time I see him in the gym I will talk to him or at least molest him in the sauna and/or the steam room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164900104932290162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N4-JdH2CB20/R61pR9bd7nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EBVfuoVP9BU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, going out last night really had its perks. I got to see Hot Foreign Guy again and I got a free pass for tonight which I am contemplating of going provided I get someone to come with me and I got to do one of the things that I've always dreamed of doing: &lt;em&gt;dance in a cage&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new chapter of Storm Front has been released by Ty. Things are looking good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482321950520281994-6270662845367232697?l=cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6270662845367232697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482321950520281994&amp;postID=6270662845367232697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/6270662845367232697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/6270662845367232697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/mama-say-mama-sa-mama-coo-sa.html' title='Mama say Mama sa Mama coo sa'/><author><name>cynicalrentboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813199781651779972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N4-JdH2CB20/R61pR9bd7nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EBVfuoVP9BU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482321950520281994.post-275091901638047770</id><published>2008-02-07T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T03:42:21.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prologue'/><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I created this blog to have something that's really mine before my world ended and everything else would be taken away from me. Go figure, the selfish prick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482321950520281994-275091901638047770?l=cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/feeds/275091901638047770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482321950520281994&amp;postID=275091901638047770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/275091901638047770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482321950520281994/posts/default/275091901638047770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicalrentboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>cynicalrentboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813199781651779972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
