It's been so long since I have seen you and I will never be able to see you again, at least not in this life.
I haven't seen you in so long. I knew you had a baby that I haven't met. I will never get that chance. I hope that your other girls are ok. Next time I am back home I hope I get to see them. I know its going to rough on them but we are a strong family and look out for each other. You know that though. I wish that I could have been there to say goodbye, so I say it now. May peace be with you and your baby.
"The bodies were found inside their burned home Saturday morning. Police say Johnson and the single, working mother of four had a history of domestic violence, and that she had tried to end the relationship. Investigators say Johnson, arrested shortly after the fire thanks to an anonymous caller, offered chilling details of the crime saying he bashed her in the head with a hammer, then got a can of gasoline. Court records say he quote, "Doused the living room and the victim's room, where the victim's child was sleeping in her crib, lit a towel on fire and placed it on the victim who got up and started screaming and running."
That is a taken from the news story on my cousin's death. They were so badly burned that it was a closed casket and the medical examiner wouldnt let me aunt in to identify the bodies. Luckily, her other 3 kids were with relatives or there would have been a funeral for 5. Its bad enough to loose family in this way, I just glad that at least 3 lives were spared.
Take time to let the ones that you love know it. Life is too short to not let them know that you care. Take a minute to call up a friend or a relative and say hi, especially if you haven't seen or talked to them in a long time. Remember the ones that are gone and think a happy thought of them because that is all that is left.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
What kind of douche bag do you think that I am?
Do you really think that I will sit around and wait for your IM? At one point in time I considered you a friend but not any more. You broke that trust and its never going to be the same again. I see you trying to avoid me, you can pretend like I am not there but when I show my face again; your petty jealousy rears its ugly head. I don’t care if your house is nice, it’s yours and you own it. I can’t say that. But I can take pride in what is mine. While you were living at Mommy and Daddy’s, I worked and I tried. Are you just beginning to realize that? Or have you settled, become stagnant, breeding ground for decay?
Yes, I know I escaped from where you are but you can’t be happy for me? Still stuck in that playground bickering, not caring that I tried to raise you up, when you were at your lowest. When I offered a new way of thinking and a new light on the situation, you decided to shut me out and shit on me. I tried to make you see that there was a better way. You took your choices and ran, there is nothing that I can do for you.
I have moved on and I feel bad for what you have become, hold that past tighter and maybe I will see what you have yet to be. I can see the start that you are trying to make but don’t expect me to be there. This one is all on you. It’s your choice, it’s your decision to act in the way that you are.
You want to call names, and petty threats are lost on ears that will no longer hear. I tried to help you but you turned your back on the friendship that can no longer be. I cant be a friend to someone that will not be the person that they are meant to be. I remember the friend that you once were, kind and caring, open and loving but something has shut down in you and I cant put myself out there for someone that is no longer there.
I will miss you. You were once upon a time a close friend. I let you in but for some reason you decided not to join the party. And you of all people know that I don’t let people close to me. You broke a trust that I hold dear and it will take a lot of work if you want it back; I am not going to extend that olive branch. That is on your shoulders and yours alone.
Maybe its too late to see what could have been, like so many others that are something, maybe, so could of you been. A little too late, a sympathy too late. Once that could of sufficed, but not anymore. You can take your places and you can take your faces but you will always be the same kind of trash as me. As much as you try to hide the accent that I let out at times; humble beginnings, sometimes makes you remember what you have to keep learning.
I know that I am not perfect and I do not have the perfect life but at least I try to be happy, I try to have my life. It may not be much buts mine and I can claim it as a happy life. Can you do the same? Are you still the same person that you were when he left, too afraid to be alone? Too afraid to be apart? Too codependent to by yourself? These are questions that you have to ask your self. I can no longer help you. This is your burden and yours alone.
Yes, I know I escaped from where you are but you can’t be happy for me? Still stuck in that playground bickering, not caring that I tried to raise you up, when you were at your lowest. When I offered a new way of thinking and a new light on the situation, you decided to shut me out and shit on me. I tried to make you see that there was a better way. You took your choices and ran, there is nothing that I can do for you.
I have moved on and I feel bad for what you have become, hold that past tighter and maybe I will see what you have yet to be. I can see the start that you are trying to make but don’t expect me to be there. This one is all on you. It’s your choice, it’s your decision to act in the way that you are.
You want to call names, and petty threats are lost on ears that will no longer hear. I tried to help you but you turned your back on the friendship that can no longer be. I cant be a friend to someone that will not be the person that they are meant to be. I remember the friend that you once were, kind and caring, open and loving but something has shut down in you and I cant put myself out there for someone that is no longer there.
I will miss you. You were once upon a time a close friend. I let you in but for some reason you decided not to join the party. And you of all people know that I don’t let people close to me. You broke a trust that I hold dear and it will take a lot of work if you want it back; I am not going to extend that olive branch. That is on your shoulders and yours alone.
Maybe its too late to see what could have been, like so many others that are something, maybe, so could of you been. A little too late, a sympathy too late. Once that could of sufficed, but not anymore. You can take your places and you can take your faces but you will always be the same kind of trash as me. As much as you try to hide the accent that I let out at times; humble beginnings, sometimes makes you remember what you have to keep learning.
I know that I am not perfect and I do not have the perfect life but at least I try to be happy, I try to have my life. It may not be much buts mine and I can claim it as a happy life. Can you do the same? Are you still the same person that you were when he left, too afraid to be alone? Too afraid to be apart? Too codependent to by yourself? These are questions that you have to ask your self. I can no longer help you. This is your burden and yours alone.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Masturbation, porn, and confessions
"Oh my god! You masturbate? But you are a girl! I didn't think that girls did that!"
I knew it was going to be a long conversation when I heard that. Yes, girls masturbate. If a girl says that she doesn't, then she is lying or frigid. I know that this may come as a shocker to some of you out there but girls rub one out just like the guys do. We just go about it in different ways. For the most part we do not sit in front of a computer, look at porn and go to town. Our self pleasure usually needs more devices then that. We can use our fingers but I can almost guarantee that every female over the age of 21 has a dildo or vibrator. It doesn't matter what size or shape but they are hidden away in bedrooms across America.
Dildos and vibrators are not the same thing. Dildos are usually penis shaped and don't buzz. Vibrators come in all kinds of shapes and sizes, some require batteries and some plug into the wall. Both can send a female into orgasm heaven. Now for me, I am a dildo vibrator combo kinda person. I prefer the vibrator for the clitoral stimulation and the dildo for its penetration properties. Like, I said before most females get off on the clit play. The buzzing sensations on the doorbell are too good for words. There is something about the intense buzzing there that can make me scream for mercy. If you haven't tried it, then I highly suggest it.
Vibrators are also good for inserting into the pussy and ass. Just remember if it has a cord be careful about putting up the ol' poop chute. I have heard about them breaking off in there. And that cant be a fun situation. Just remember that if you are going to engage in the ass ramming, use lots of lube. For some reason, people just cant figure that one out. There is no naturally occurring lubrication in the anus. That is one place that more is sometimes better.
Don't forget about the girls upstairs. Nipple stimulation can play apart in your self pleasure session. I have found that sometimes, just a little pinch can add to the over all satisfaction of masturbation. There are nerve endings in the nipples that can shoot you over the edge. Obviously, this is more fun when there is someone else that enjoys the milk jugs also.
"Do you watch porn too?"
"Let me tell you a story. When I was about 15, living in Hawaii, I went over to my boyfriend's house, (OK, he was more of a fuck buddy. Yes, motherfucker, I had a fuck buddy at 15.) because we were ditching school. He and a couple of his friends decided to bust into his Dad's porn collection. We sat there for about 45 minutes, watching porn until he drug my ass into his bedroom and fucked me."
"So what do you think the answer to that question is?" I responded.
If I am in the mood for porn, I watch it. There is nothing wrong with getting the imagination going while you are fucking. If I take my glasses off I cant see shit anyways. Now, not all females are cool with the porn display. And for that matter I am not cool with all porn. I hate cum shots. But I do like my threesome clips. All girls to some level can respect/love the female form. That doesn't automatically make us gay or bi. We can see what we have and can enjoy it on another female. Plus, you guys love watching the girl on girl aspect of it. As for henti (Japanese porn cartoons) I do not like the sex fucking machines/monsters. But I do enjoy the dirty cartoons. Its something different from the porn stuff that you normally see. Usually, I perfer having music on the stereo and the porn stuff just muted on the tele. That is my personal preference. Some may like the sounds of fucking. I personally cant stand the "Fuck yes" or "Pound it harder" sounds that come from the TV.
If you want to watch porn with your lady friend, then ask her if this is something that she might like. And dont just put on your faveorite porn, get her opinion, maybe the chick you are so hot for, shhe finds fucnky looking.
I knew it was going to be a long conversation when I heard that. Yes, girls masturbate. If a girl says that she doesn't, then she is lying or frigid. I know that this may come as a shocker to some of you out there but girls rub one out just like the guys do. We just go about it in different ways. For the most part we do not sit in front of a computer, look at porn and go to town. Our self pleasure usually needs more devices then that. We can use our fingers but I can almost guarantee that every female over the age of 21 has a dildo or vibrator. It doesn't matter what size or shape but they are hidden away in bedrooms across America.
Dildos and vibrators are not the same thing. Dildos are usually penis shaped and don't buzz. Vibrators come in all kinds of shapes and sizes, some require batteries and some plug into the wall. Both can send a female into orgasm heaven. Now for me, I am a dildo vibrator combo kinda person. I prefer the vibrator for the clitoral stimulation and the dildo for its penetration properties. Like, I said before most females get off on the clit play. The buzzing sensations on the doorbell are too good for words. There is something about the intense buzzing there that can make me scream for mercy. If you haven't tried it, then I highly suggest it.
Vibrators are also good for inserting into the pussy and ass. Just remember if it has a cord be careful about putting up the ol' poop chute. I have heard about them breaking off in there. And that cant be a fun situation. Just remember that if you are going to engage in the ass ramming, use lots of lube. For some reason, people just cant figure that one out. There is no naturally occurring lubrication in the anus. That is one place that more is sometimes better.
Don't forget about the girls upstairs. Nipple stimulation can play apart in your self pleasure session. I have found that sometimes, just a little pinch can add to the over all satisfaction of masturbation. There are nerve endings in the nipples that can shoot you over the edge. Obviously, this is more fun when there is someone else that enjoys the milk jugs also.
"Do you watch porn too?"
"Let me tell you a story. When I was about 15, living in Hawaii, I went over to my boyfriend's house, (OK, he was more of a fuck buddy. Yes, motherfucker, I had a fuck buddy at 15.) because we were ditching school. He and a couple of his friends decided to bust into his Dad's porn collection. We sat there for about 45 minutes, watching porn until he drug my ass into his bedroom and fucked me."
"So what do you think the answer to that question is?" I responded.
If I am in the mood for porn, I watch it. There is nothing wrong with getting the imagination going while you are fucking. If I take my glasses off I cant see shit anyways. Now, not all females are cool with the porn display. And for that matter I am not cool with all porn. I hate cum shots. But I do like my threesome clips. All girls to some level can respect/love the female form. That doesn't automatically make us gay or bi. We can see what we have and can enjoy it on another female. Plus, you guys love watching the girl on girl aspect of it. As for henti (Japanese porn cartoons) I do not like the sex fucking machines/monsters. But I do enjoy the dirty cartoons. Its something different from the porn stuff that you normally see. Usually, I perfer having music on the stereo and the porn stuff just muted on the tele. That is my personal preference. Some may like the sounds of fucking. I personally cant stand the "Fuck yes" or "Pound it harder" sounds that come from the TV.
If you want to watch porn with your lady friend, then ask her if this is something that she might like. And dont just put on your faveorite porn, get her opinion, maybe the chick you are so hot for, shhe finds fucnky looking.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Spawning and smoking nazis
Why is it that almost everyone that I know seems to be spawning? Are they devolving and mating to a point where having kids is the thing to do? Are they mating to repopulate the earth? If that is the case, then stop! The earth has reached its maximum occupancy level. Off the top of my head I can think of 7 couples that have just spawned or will be shortly spawning.
And I get stuck in the middle of their baby making freakishness. The next thing I will hear is "When are you going to make a little fucker?" For the love of cocksuckingchrist, I am NOT going to be havin' any babies. Why would I put myself through that? To experience the joys of life? I am alive aren't I? Doesn't that mean I am experiencing the joys of life?
Lets face it, if I had a kid it would be a mindless numb nut. My genetics have been used up and spit out. My brain is half cracked with all the years of substance abuse. Not to mention that I give my self 7 different cancers on a daily basis. Why would I subject a kid to that?
It seems like when people decide to reproduce, they want everyone else to share in the misery. They are alot like smoking nazis. You will obey.
My new job is full of them. I get to work this morning and the first thing that I hear from one of my coworkers. "You smell like ciggerettes. We dont like smokers. And since we dont smoke we smell it more then you do. Plus, this is a non smoking environment." In her better then thou smuggish voice. I didnt fucking light up a smoke in the office. If I want to slowly kill myself, then so be it. I am very aware of non smokers and respect their wish not to die from lung cancer. But what I do off the clock is my own business. But at the job, I cant smoke, before work and I cant smell like smoke or I am treated like a leaper. The stupid uppity bitches that I work with wouldnt even talk to me. Oh well, fuck 'em all to hell.
And I get stuck in the middle of their baby making freakishness. The next thing I will hear is "When are you going to make a little fucker?" For the love of cocksuckingchrist, I am NOT going to be havin' any babies. Why would I put myself through that? To experience the joys of life? I am alive aren't I? Doesn't that mean I am experiencing the joys of life?
Lets face it, if I had a kid it would be a mindless numb nut. My genetics have been used up and spit out. My brain is half cracked with all the years of substance abuse. Not to mention that I give my self 7 different cancers on a daily basis. Why would I subject a kid to that?
It seems like when people decide to reproduce, they want everyone else to share in the misery. They are alot like smoking nazis. You will obey.
My new job is full of them. I get to work this morning and the first thing that I hear from one of my coworkers. "You smell like ciggerettes. We dont like smokers. And since we dont smoke we smell it more then you do. Plus, this is a non smoking environment." In her better then thou smuggish voice. I didnt fucking light up a smoke in the office. If I want to slowly kill myself, then so be it. I am very aware of non smokers and respect their wish not to die from lung cancer. But what I do off the clock is my own business. But at the job, I cant smoke, before work and I cant smell like smoke or I am treated like a leaper. The stupid uppity bitches that I work with wouldnt even talk to me. Oh well, fuck 'em all to hell.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Just some crappy ass poems
Listening at 7-11
He reaches for the object
just out of his grasp.
She laughs as he tries
and tries again.
Little feet can barely keep up
as he is pulled along.
Cement is rough
when your toes scratch against
the crevices in your way.
"What is so important
that you had to interrupt
when I said excuse me?"
Came out from the blue
A cry emerges as the sound of skin
smacks skin.
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I sit and watch
as the cars drive by
wondering where they are off to
in such a hurry.
Not noticing the baby bird
in its first flight of life.
Trying to make its way
and learning what should come
so naturally.
I watch it fall
and try again.
Spreading its wings
trying to learn to fly.
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I sit and watch the screen
waiting for the words
to magically appear.
Listening to the voices that emerge from below.
The sounds of a dog's bark
and the yells from next door.
Are all I hear.
Sitting queitly still
waiting for my mind to open up
and unleash it self to me.
He reaches for the object
just out of his grasp.
She laughs as he tries
and tries again.
Little feet can barely keep up
as he is pulled along.
Cement is rough
when your toes scratch against
the crevices in your way.
"What is so important
that you had to interrupt
when I said excuse me?"
Came out from the blue
A cry emerges as the sound of skin
smacks skin.
____________________________________________________________________
I sit and watch
as the cars drive by
wondering where they are off to
in such a hurry.
Not noticing the baby bird
in its first flight of life.
Trying to make its way
and learning what should come
so naturally.
I watch it fall
and try again.
Spreading its wings
trying to learn to fly.
_________________________________________________________________
I sit and watch the screen
waiting for the words
to magically appear.
Listening to the voices that emerge from below.
The sounds of a dog's bark
and the yells from next door.
Are all I hear.
Sitting queitly still
waiting for my mind to open up
and unleash it self to me.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
5*16*2007
Maybe its because I have severed ties with people that I could of bee friends with. But when I look at them I cant see any value in their friendship, except to get drunk with them. Bar friends? Booooooo. Not what I am seeking.
Maybe its because I am half drunk, on one of these nights when I shouldn’t be so alone.
Maybe I just need to go back on my meds to try to make my brain right. The mental fight seems great tonight. Maybe its because I have no kumari to make my brain sleepy. Or was it due to the fact that I just “finished” a story and my mental vomit has been purged?
I really didn’t finish the story. It got too gruesome and I posted the water down version.
Maybe it has something to do with the lumps that I found on my little beau. Upon further investigation, they didn’t seem like fatty growths. Cancer? Maybe. At least, I found out that I haven’t been exposed to rabies. The dead dog’s head came back negative. That is good at least.
Is it loneliness? Why am I feeling this way this night? The heavy heart and the sorrow seem to wear heavy on me tonight. Is it just the first night of many that I know that I will spend alone? So many questions and not enough answers to satisfy me tonight. Maybe it’s just that I need something new tonight. I could be writing this out on paper but that just seems too much like writing in my diary tonight. Maybe I spend too much time lost in my brain. Too much time self-medicating, not enough time living. That is it. I have been spending too much time watching and not doing. I need to go out and run again. I have just been living on the starvation and self-abuse diet. I need a healthy dose of life. But given my choice of souls to be around, the self-abuse seems better.
I am so sick of all the drama, in so many accounts. The bar dealings, the gossip. I want a real life again. I want real friends again. Am I that picky as to who I can call friend? I know trust, is an issue with me. I don’t trust people. I know where I lost some of my trust in people. The ones that I once called “friends”, who in my time of need turned a back on me and I haven’t heard from them again.
Maybe it’s just me. Maybe its just the life that I know lead. Always searching for some thing that I can never find. Maybe I have lost part of myself in trying to be something that I am not. I can never be that super sweet sugary girl. I have my darkness. In many ways I thrive in that darkness. Marching along to the beat of my own drummer, I turned my back on the path that I was meant to lead. I am just a lost soul in a lost world. Maybe I have become like so many of my ancestors, just trying to belong to a world that will never truly accept you.
I think that is more it then anything else. I am not “normal” enough to fit in and I am not freak enough to fit in. I am lost in this middle ground. It seems like there is nowhere that I belong. I am just a beast roaming looking for somewhere to belong.
Maybe I just need to be like James in James and the Giant Peach; I just need to look at things in a different way? Maybe it’s not me going crazy, but its all the masturbation that I have been doing. Oh, fuck that. Masturbation makes me happy, so does fucking. But that is a blog for another day.
So, I will put on a happy face for another day yet to come.
Maybe, it’s from being away from everything that I know. Oh yeah, happy face time. But it’s hard to do with this song on. Especially with the line “that’s the way it is in Oklahoma”. I am a country girl. I am an Okie. My whole life was made to revolve around that place. My life was created there, my family is there. For fuck’s sake, I have never spent more then 6 years away from there at one stretch. And I am pushing the 6.5 year mark out here. Its funny how you can dream your self away from some where and when you are gone from there you miss it like mad. But I know if I were back there, mentally I would wilt and fade. Oh, wait I am feeling that here. Maybe I just need to be somewhere else. Find new experiences to conquer. I have wanted to go to the Carolina’s. Really I want to go to NC. I want to be there. It seems to have the right mix of red neck charm and east coast living that I am longing for.
I know the Raleigh/Wilmington areas have made me happy in the past. Seeing rockabilly chickies with southern twangs, at an art/coffee house, made my heart go a flutter.
I guess, really I am just looking for that niche that I am trying to find, the group who will once again welcome me with open arms, without having to go back to Oklahoma, I have heard that Boston is nice…
5*16*07
To shave or not to shave? That is the question. I know that this question is a personal one. I am a fan of shaving. Yes, that is right folks, I shave the panty beaver. I would wax it but that is just a little werid, talking to a perfect stranger about how your hair grows down under.
Anyhoo, I think that if you arent into the whole Brazilian thing, at least trim it up. No one wants to see pubes sticking through a pair of panties. Or worse yet, bushing out around your panties. You say that you dont want to look like a 10 year old girl down there. Chickie poohs, guys love the young look of shaved/waxed pussy. When was the last time you saw a hairy cooch in porn, at a strip club, at on your partner's computer? You dont. The ideal of fucking a young girlie girl, gets them excited. Even if you abused your 'tang to the point its a gaping hole, it will be hot looking, if its hairless.
And guys, its not all about us being clean and smooth in the nether regions. There is nothing worse then giving a guy a hummer and having to stop to pull hair out from your mouth. Trim that shit up! I am not saying take a razor out and go to town, just a pair of scissors and do a little snipping.
Anyhoo, I think that if you arent into the whole Brazilian thing, at least trim it up. No one wants to see pubes sticking through a pair of panties. Or worse yet, bushing out around your panties. You say that you dont want to look like a 10 year old girl down there. Chickie poohs, guys love the young look of shaved/waxed pussy. When was the last time you saw a hairy cooch in porn, at a strip club, at on your partner's computer? You dont. The ideal of fucking a young girlie girl, gets them excited. Even if you abused your 'tang to the point its a gaping hole, it will be hot looking, if its hairless.
And guys, its not all about us being clean and smooth in the nether regions. There is nothing worse then giving a guy a hummer and having to stop to pull hair out from your mouth. Trim that shit up! I am not saying take a razor out and go to town, just a pair of scissors and do a little snipping.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Just a few things that are pissing me off
I am just going to rant about a few things that piss me off at the moment.
#1) People who cant drive worth a shit. I was coming home from working almost 10 hours today and I was not in the mood to deal with fucktards that were taking a leisure drive at 9pm. There is a reason that its called a fast lane fuckers. It is meant for people who want to drive over 45 miles an hour. I really hate the fuckers who started to drive the same slow ass speed, taking up all 3 lanes. That is just rude. Yes, that was me riding your ass and hoking my horn at you. Maybe you could of sped up when I started flashing my lights at you. Then when I can finally pass you, don't look all hurt and bewildered when I give you the middle digit salute. You deserved it.
#2) For the love of fucking god, when you get to the window at the drive thru have your money ready. Don't go digging through your arm rest, glove box, etc. You placed the order, you know how much it costs. You ordered the fucking food.
#3) This is my biggest rant of the day. If you are going to be a pet owner, be a responsible one. I work at a vet clinic and I see so many stupid fuckers come in with their pets, that are on death's door and then expect us to fix them. Today, was the fucker who stole the cake of stupidity. For the last 2 weeks, their dog has been acting funny. Saturday, the dog stopped walking, acted disoriented and was panting allot. So they wait until Monday afternoon to bring the dog in. When it gets to the clinic, it has major neurological problems. Its eyes are darting from side to side, pupils are dilated, head is tilting funny, not walking. Come to find out that the owners haven't vaccinated the dog against rabies in over 3 years, they leave it outside all the time and it bit the owner hard enough to break the skin and cause bleeding. So, what do we have to do? We get to lob its head off. Yippee. There is nothing like having to tell the stupid fuckers that we have to put your dog to sleep and then cut its head off. Not to mention, that not only are the owners but everyone that came into contact with the dog, has been possibly been exposed to rabies. If I have to get those damn rabies shots, someone will have to pay dearly. And maybe some hospital costs. I am one of those people who are allergic to thimerasol. That is the preservative that is used to keep vaccines safe for people to use. For me, that could be fatal. Joy, oh joy. I could get rabies or have the fun of getting injected with something that could kill me. I think I will take my chances with rabies.
#1) People who cant drive worth a shit. I was coming home from working almost 10 hours today and I was not in the mood to deal with fucktards that were taking a leisure drive at 9pm. There is a reason that its called a fast lane fuckers. It is meant for people who want to drive over 45 miles an hour. I really hate the fuckers who started to drive the same slow ass speed, taking up all 3 lanes. That is just rude. Yes, that was me riding your ass and hoking my horn at you. Maybe you could of sped up when I started flashing my lights at you. Then when I can finally pass you, don't look all hurt and bewildered when I give you the middle digit salute. You deserved it.
#2) For the love of fucking god, when you get to the window at the drive thru have your money ready. Don't go digging through your arm rest, glove box, etc. You placed the order, you know how much it costs. You ordered the fucking food.
#3) This is my biggest rant of the day. If you are going to be a pet owner, be a responsible one. I work at a vet clinic and I see so many stupid fuckers come in with their pets, that are on death's door and then expect us to fix them. Today, was the fucker who stole the cake of stupidity. For the last 2 weeks, their dog has been acting funny. Saturday, the dog stopped walking, acted disoriented and was panting allot. So they wait until Monday afternoon to bring the dog in. When it gets to the clinic, it has major neurological problems. Its eyes are darting from side to side, pupils are dilated, head is tilting funny, not walking. Come to find out that the owners haven't vaccinated the dog against rabies in over 3 years, they leave it outside all the time and it bit the owner hard enough to break the skin and cause bleeding. So, what do we have to do? We get to lob its head off. Yippee. There is nothing like having to tell the stupid fuckers that we have to put your dog to sleep and then cut its head off. Not to mention, that not only are the owners but everyone that came into contact with the dog, has been possibly been exposed to rabies. If I have to get those damn rabies shots, someone will have to pay dearly. And maybe some hospital costs. I am one of those people who are allergic to thimerasol. That is the preservative that is used to keep vaccines safe for people to use. For me, that could be fatal. Joy, oh joy. I could get rabies or have the fun of getting injected with something that could kill me. I think I will take my chances with rabies.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
My nose is bleeding and I am pissing TANG
When I was in the shower I pulled a cat hair out of nose. I was forcibly loving my pussy cat. (I hold her face to mine and kiss it until she bites me.) Anyways, that is when I noticed the giant zit on my septum. You know that middle part of your nose that separates your nostrils, keeping you from looking like a 40-year-old coke whore. So I finish with my shower and walk over to the mirror and I pop the bastard. My zit spluged all over the mirror, just like a fat man at a free all you can eat buffet. There had to about half a gallon of zit shit all over my mirror. I am one of those people that love to see gross stuff, like puss go flying. But now the bastard wont stop bleeding. When ever I go for more cat hair that is stuck in there, my nose bleeds like a virgin on her wedding night. No I am not going for the leisure dig. Even though at times it fun to see what’s up there. It’s kinda comforting and soothing. Much like a cup of hot tea on a chilly spring day. Today’s picking is only to retrieve cat hair.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
3*15*07
I got me a box full of new sex toys and 2 bottles of rum. I am set for the bad weather that could happen this weekend.
Yes, my friend, my new toys came in. They are the dildoes or the vibarators that I always have on hand but some nice little bullet toys. Oh how I have missed my little buzzing friends. One of them is even waterproof. Oh what joyous time bath time will be. I have this one toy that is a vibrating sponge. Its fun but I really prefer just to clean my self with that one. It just doesn’t send the doorbell into rapture. But a bullet… Sorry I had to wipe the drool from my chin.
There is just something about masturbation that is such fun. Who knows how to get me off better then me? Maybe its because I can get fucked anytime that I want and that makes self pleasure so much fun. But I really think that all humans of all ages enjoy a good ol’ self-pleasure moment. For example, there is the 2-year-old kid that can’t keep his/her hands out of its diapers. Or the dirty old man that immediately has to stick his hands in his pockets from seeing nipples poking out of a t-shirt in a cold department store. Lets face it people, sex makes the world go round. And if you are going to have sex and lots of it at one time, there are some things that I suggest that you do to make it last all night or until the cheap hooker makes you give her/him another 50 bucks.
#1) Lube. The cootch and the hidden starfish both need lube it have sex last a long time. With out it chaffing and soreness occurs. Plus when it’s slippery in there you can pound harder.
#2) Don’t expect oral sex if you aren’t gonna give it too. Really it’s the only fair thing to do. If you wont give the panty beaver some lovins then the salami poker will be ignored.
#3) Foreplay. As a female I can’t just jump into the act of fucking. I need to feel like fucking. Do the little things. A passionate kiss, nibbles on the ear and neck Sometimes it can be a kiss and a touch that sets me off. A kiss and the feel of a hand gently going down the body to land on the cotton surprise.
I hope my suggestions have helped. Oh, one last thing before I go. For the love of what ever god you worship, DO NOT turn over and go to sleep and leave me to sleep on the wet spot!
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