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Everything dies

Everything dies. Everyone you've know, everything you've done-- all of it'll be gone, some day, what isn't already gone. Even you. Even me.

I'm just here to talk about it. Death. Dying. Mortality.

When I was 19 years old, a cute girl broke a date with me by dying. I found out less than five hours after the last time I saw her. She was wearing my shirt.

I've lost three of my grandparents, and I'm about to lose the last of them. My dad's mother. We thought, today, that it would be a matter of hours before she died. She's getting better. She's 86.

I'm 40. I've got chest pains, and a weird numb sensation in my chest, inside my ribcage up near my left shoulder, under my clavicle bone. Could be stress. Could be something else. I'm passively suicidal, so I hope it's something else. If I let nature take her course, its not suicide. My death by natural causes will sit better with my family.

My uncle killed himself. Bullet to the brain. I was twelve. He tried to pay me back some money he had borrowed from me. Not much, maybe $4. He was about 70 cents short, and I complained. Three days later, he was dead. I was such a shit. They say suicides often try to settle up debts before they go. I have debts. I'll take 'em to hell with me.

Am I depressed? No. Yes. Sometimes. I'm either happy, or I want to be dead. I get depressed when I think about wanting to be dead. I start planning fatal "accidents" so it won't look like suicide. I'm not angry. I don't want to hurt anyone. That's why I wouldn't leave a note.

I can't die, though, 'til after my grandmother does. I don't want my dad to lose both his mother and his only son in the same year. He's really sensitive.

So, I write. About death, and dying. And sometimes, I write about living.

Black Jellybean link to Cancer

Can it be true - black jelly beans have been linked to cancer - omigosh what are we to do..............

Horse joke

Far west. Man walks into a saloon, shouts, 'I'll give 100 bucks to the guy who can make my horse laugh'. A guy raises his hand, , 'I'll do it'. The man points his horse to him. The guy walks to the horse, whispers something to his ear, the horse laughs so hard he cries. The owner is impressed, gives the 100 bucks, and leaves with the laughing horse.

One week later, same saloon, same man, enters and shouts, 'I'll give 100 bucks to the guy who can make my horse cry'. Same guy as last weeks raises his hand, 'I'll do it'. He knows which horse it is this time, walks to him, comes back, the man goes to see his horse who's crying so hard he feels pity for him. 'Here's your 100 bucks. But just tell him, how did you...?' - 'Well, see, last week, I told your horse my penis was bigger than his. Today I showed him.'

So just what do i have to talk about today? I don't really know.I've been reading quite a few of the blogs and now feel like i should make a statement of my own. Love maybe? Naw, not today. Not hate either. Sex? Nope. Nothing seems to be striking a chord. Do i have anything, of any importance, to say?
whether it be important to me or possibly to someone else? It doesn't seem so. Once upon a time ago there was this person who had nothing to say. I think maybe I'll just post a bunch of questions. Why are people so self-involved? Why do I stay married when I truthfully don't like my spouse very much? Why do I avoid telling people what I really think? Skip that one. People don't like it when you have opinions or ideas that are not theirs, or that they did not think of first, or don't fit with their issues of self-involvement. Why do male monkeys masturbate and eat their ejaculate? Why don't poodles shed? Why do couples who concieve children using fertility drugs say that its a miracle of god? Why are some people so disenlightened that they believe that there are none so enlightened as they? Why haven't I quit smoking cigarettes? Will I quit smoking before i die? What's in black jelly beans that will cause cancer if you eat enough of them? Is it of the same chemical composition as red die no. 5? If your not really old you won't know why the shinny red m&m's weren't around for awhile. Why are some candied peanuts called boston baked beans? Why is becoming obese from always eating too much called a disease? What is a disease exactly? And if the condition doesn't fit the term why is it called a disease? (this question is meant to encompass the oh so many things that are classified as a "disease"). I have more questions but they must wait.

Love = Bullshit

To all of you who ponder on the meaning of love and all its intrigues here is a little secret. Love is bullshit. Yep thats right, bullshit. Why is that so? Simple really, love is just a drug to get people to do stuff for you. From when we are born we use it to survive by intoxicating our parents to feed and clothe us. When we get older we realise that there are other things we want. Women are very good at playing this game but so to are men although the skill is not as universally spread amongst them.

You want something, company, to be driven somewhere, to fit in, money, whatever, you entice another into it. Its all sub concious in many ways, ingrained learned behaviour. It all gets wrapped as "love". I would do anything for love... so the song goes, well thats right buddy thats what its all about.

So when there is no more need and the love tap gets turned off, those sucked into believing it get all hurt and emotional. Christ the amount of deep ponderous bullshit that has been spawned by people wallowing in the love game would be enough to fill all the oceans with foetid crap.

Its only the strong who can survive. Its the strong who know love = bullshit. They use it as one would use any other tool to get what they want. Most importantly they know that others like them use it as it should be used and do not go whinging and snivelling when the love other moves on.

So if you want utter devotional, unquestioning and loyal to the end love - Get a dog!

You want a boyfriend or girlfriend - someone to have fun with, to look good on your arm, cook for you, buy a house for you, give you money and children etc. Use love as the tool it is, but don't expect anything else and you will be happy.

As the great ones say, Find em, Fuck em and when they can no longer meet your needs - leave em.

So in response to the last whinging post it would seem she knows the game and that love = bullshit. Once you know the game its all sweet! No hating, no angst, no running around being silly.

Many will thank me for sharing this great secret of life.

The Great One!

eternally in love

No matter how bad things get between us, how distant we become, and how badly you treate me...I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

I Wanted To Tell You This

You were my best friend, and I knew what you were all about. I never told you in so many words, but I am so completely disgusted by you. You go through life only seeking temporary pleasure, not caring who you hurt, as long as you're happy. So you hurt the men you sleep with, and women who try to be your friends, and then you move on, somehow justifying it in your head and never feeling any regret, never having a second thought.

Do you want to know why none of your "friends" make the trip out to see you? Because you have a boyfriend and as far as I know, you're still faithful to him. See, these "friends" of yours only made the effort to see you when they were pretty positive that they would get laid. You didn't prove them wrong either, did you? So now they think there's less of a chance of getting in your pants. I'm sure they know it isn't impossible, but it just isn't worth all the effort anymore since they think you probably aren't as much of a sure thing. Why else would anyone want to spend any time with such a selfish, nasty, woman?

Secretly, I hope you contract a nasty disease.
Secretly, I hope you do really love him, and that he cheats on you and lies to you and breaks your little heart.
Secretly, I hope you're envious of me and my beautiful relationship.
Secretly, I hope you never find happiness.

I hate to carry all this hate. But what good is it to tell you to your face? So I'm writing it here, where you won't know it's about you (though maybe you'll suspect, after all, the world revolves around you), hoping it will make me feel better. When I think about you, I want to scream. I want to shake you. Here's something I really hope, I really hope that someday you grow up. I hope someday you feel bad about what you've done. I hope you remember that I loved you, and I hope it makes you sad.

Macte Virtue

Love

What is love? Is it a made up lie or is it actually a true feeling. Because love makes me cry, it has made me become jealous, made me into something I don't want to be. Where is the prince charming that cinderella told me I would have. Oh wait, there is no prince charming...society has made me believe in something that isn't there...why do they do this to young children, who grow up to believe that there is a true love...? Once again I post the question...what is love?

feeling shitty

I told my fiance last night that I'm not quite ready to get married. We haven't set a date and the proposal was rather informal due to circumstances which I will not get in to. I should also add that marriage was discussed and the decision made back when we thought these problems could be fixed. Anyway, I've been wanting to tell her this for the past few weeks but I didn't know how to go about it. That and I really do love her so I didn't want to hurt her. Needless to say she didn't take the news well.

The problem is that her daughter and I don't get along. A big part of that problem is my fiance's relatives. It's actaully her aunt and uncle but to her they are more like her parents. They don't like me. The primary reason they don't like me is because they don't think I'm good enough for her. I guess she was supposed to marry a doctor or lawyer and not a soldier. I honestly don't think anyone would be good enough in thier eyes but a soldier certainly doesn't meet thier standards. So they have done everything they possibly could to destroy our relationship. Much to thier dismay we have survived.

Before you ask I will tell you that I did nothing to deserve this other than date thier niece. I tried to be respectful, civil, polite and even forgiving when they were trying to break us up. I treat my fiance well. We seldom argue or even disagree. She loves me as much as I love her.

My Fiance and I have a son together. He is 4 months old. He is a wonderful child and everyone who meets him loves him. Except her uncle. Because the child is mine and the uncle despises me, he wants nothing to do with our son. He spoils my fiance's daughter every chance he gets yet in four months he has not bought one thing for our son. The aunt isn't quite as bad but she's not that far off. In fact when my fiance was pregnant her aunt told her that after the baby is born she needs to remember that her daughter is the important one. Throughout the pregnancy they repeatadly voiced thier concerns about the favortism I was surely going to show my son.

They have a serious problem with keeping thier opinions of me to themselves and often express them to my fiance's six year old daughter. That is one of the primary reasons why I can't develop a relationship with her. She thinks the world of them and what ever they say is scripture. From the beginning they have been telling her that the reason she cannot live with them (my fiance and daughter lived with them before I came along) is because of me. They encourage her to disrespect me. Every decision my fiance and I make regarding her daughter is met with defiance and usually disobedience from them. They encourage her to lie to us when they break rules such as no candy before breakfast.

My fiance and I have discussed these issues many times. Thier have been many fights between her and them but in the end she gives in and they continue doing what they want. I've tried to get her to cut them out of our lives but she refuses to because they have no other family and they are both in thier sixties. Her daughter's psychologist and psychiatrist have both said that it would be in everyone's best interest to cut them off but again my fiance won't.

So I told her I wanted to wait until things got better before we get married. Now she is upset and say's she doesn't want to marry me. I feel shitty for hurting her but I don't think it would be a good idea to get married with these issues. What does everyone think.

Oh and sorry this is so long.

Wishing I Could Let Go..

So here's the thing; I have a girlfriend that I love dearly & with every fiber of my being. We've been together for almost a year and we've been talking about the big M. Which doesn't neccessarily frighten me for I know we'd have a happy life and be good for one another. Things couldn't be better actually.

About a month ago I was invited recently to attend an alumni volleyball tournament at my alma mater. A simple 12 hour drive where I was to bring my girlfriend to show her some of my roots. My girlfriend however backed out because of work; which was was fine because I wanted to be able to cut loose and relive the crazy drunken haze that is college. It was all well and good also because there was one person there who I did not expect to see.

She is more beautiful than ever. Light blue eyes, fair & soft skin, silky blonde hair, infectious laugh, intoxicating smile, sexy body, & everything inbetween. Not only that, but we seemed to pick up right where we left off almost 2 years ago. I thought we had our opportunity to be together back then, but the timing was off. She was fresh out of a long-term relationship, and I was not living in the area made; which made for a very short-lived courtship. Yet now I look into her eyes and remember everything I felt, and apparently still feel, for her.

We spent a lot of time the first night talking. Just catching up on old times and figuring out what we've been doing since. 5 am rolled around and I went to my friend's house to get some sleep, her back to her sister's to do the same. The next morning I woke up & went to the tournament. After about 12 she came by. We chatted here & there in between games, lamenting that neither of us had much time to play volleyball anymore. At that time I was lamenting not staying around and being persistent, but I knew it was just me, the feeling couldn't have been mutual. Things were different now... too much time had passed for that to be possible.

The two of us, along w/5 others went out to dinner before the partying began at the volleyball house. Great company, I really missed hanging out with these people. But fast forward throughout the night. Many drinking games were played before heading out to the bar. But at the bar, the inhibitions dropped on both of our parts & we danced together, not caring about the world around us. Just enjoying each other. Later that night we were back at her sister's place w/2 others. We all chatted it up in the living room, drinking water and wishing we still had the energy to party like college students. I was falling asleep in my chair when I felt a hand shake me and tell me to follow her to bed. It seemed so natural that I obliged her and walked up the stairs to the spare room. We layed down together and cuddled for hours; both of us acknowledging how much we still felt for each other, and recognizing that my current situation had to be respected. So all we did was lay there and hugged, the occasional kiss on the cheek and neck. Along with the occasional knowing gaze into the other's eyes.

I can not get her out of my mind. I sit in bed and wonder what life would be like with her, knowing that it probably would be better with her. We just click. There is laughter, attraction, happiness, interest, ease, and comfort. Not that I do not feel any of that with my current girlfriend. But somehow, in the back of my mind, I know that it is not as good as it could be with her.

Dirty Girl

I read these posts constantly. If I don't manage to visit this site for a few days, I scroll through and scan all the post up to where I last left off. Sometimes, I find ways in my mind to make post seem like it might be you trying to get through to me. I can't help but fail to remember to forget you. I almost do something to make contact with you, but I choke and prevent myself from doing so. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, but I know I'm getting good at whatever it is I am doing.

WD-40

I feel awful, sick to my stomach. I think it's because of stress, because I'm beating myself up for falling for him. I can't fall for him, he's not mine. I can't want him, we broke up. I hate not seeing him for days, he really is one of my closest friends here and I love that he understands me. It's not that I can't function without him or that I'm not happy, just that I'm even happier when I am with him.

And I hate myself for feeling that way. I don't need a boy to make me happy, I just want one that does. He just happens to fill that position quite nicely.

On another note, they found my cigarettes today- took them for a while but gave them back once I told them who bought them for me. Sure it was a lie, but it could have been true. At least I got them back. I need a purse with more pockets- everyone knows where I keep my handcuffs, but now it's also where I keep the cigarettes, which means people try and get them but find something else instead.

All I ask for is a drive around town, a little outing with you. I have fun with you no matter what we're doing. I'm not scared of losing you, I just don't want to lose such a good thing.

When did my thoughts stop making sense?

a poem...

Fleas

Adam
Had'em

Ogden Nash

It is altogether too easy to screw up with you.

The Honk of Humiliation

Most people my age have jobs. Friends of mine work at local fast food chains and supermarkets. I am a paperboy.

I am the man assigned with the glorious task of stocking those free newspapers you see in the boxes located next to bus-stops.

To the ordinary person, the job would seem like a piece of cake. Try to tell me that when you’re barreling down the highway with a psychopath hell-bent on delivering those papers in the fastest way possible.

My boss is a man named Roger Andersen. He is 75 years old and has apparently stopped taking his medications.

He wants to deliver as many papers as he can before he dies, and apparently doesn’t seem to care I die along with him.

Saying that he has road-rage is an understatement. When you honk at a school bus full of Kindergarteners because they’re not going fast enough, you do not simply have road-rage.

The deal is this; he drives his 1987 Chevy Cavalier Station Wagon (with me in it) around to various locations in urban neighborhoods. Whenever we get to a “stop”, I am supposed to get out of the car, drop papers in the specified area, and bring back last week’s left-overs.

Time is of the essence and there is no room for error. You don’t want to screw up, for then you might face, “The Honk of Humiliation”.
Nothing is worse than the sound of it. Not even the Ashlee Simpson CD instills the sense of sheer terror that the “honk” does.

Do anything slightly different from the way Roger intends and he will beep his car-horn as loudly as possible. And you better find out what you did wrong as fast as possible, or he’ll do it again.

The sadistic bastard doesn’t even roll down his window and carefully explain what you did wrong. He just honks the horn. Sometimes you realize your mistake and correct yourself. Other times you just sit there until he gets out of the car and tries to hit you.

The horn induces the worst feelings you can experience. It’s a healthy mixture of the feelings of rejection, humiliation, pain, and castration. Hearing the sound makes you want to kill yourself, and not “melodramatic teen suicide” kill yourself, I mean “Go to Home Depot, buy a chainsaw, and chop your head off” kill yourself.

He has no threshold for human feelings. He simply does not care. He has done this in front of Grocery stores, malls, and the occasional Wal-mart. The more people around me, the more likely he is to do it.

When you return to the Cavalier after the incident of humiliation, prepare to be yelled at. Once when I got back to the car, he explained what I did wrong. My shoe was untied. How sweet of him.

Although I believe I oversold the whole “honk” thing, that isn’t necessarily the worst part of working with him.

He is blind. Well, not fully blind or anything, just blind enough to make your life flash before your eyes.

Another one of your prestigious duties is to be both his side and rear-view mirrors.

True Story:

We were speeding down a crowded intersection as usual when we reach a red-light.
All of a sudden, he asks, “What’s coming the other way?”
“Uh, I don’t know...?” I reply
“WHAT THE FUCK IS COMING THE OTHER WAY?” he yells with a sense of urgency.
I then realize that he wants to make a left turn and intends for me to turn around and look out the window.
I look to the right and see a huge truck. I then sink to the bottom of my seat.
“Roger, it’s a huge truck, please don’t make this turn... ” I plead.
“Fuck that”, he retorts.

While working with him, we’ve been pulled over by the cops a grand total of 7 times. And every time the old coot is able to talk himself out of a ticket. While on the other hand, I received a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt (which he forbids me to wear in order to save precious time).

The backdrop sounds of this hellish experience take an all too un-coincidental form. Rush Limbaugh. Nothing is more pleasant to listen to than an hour-long discussion on why George W. Bush is the reincarnated Jesus Christ.

It’s a terrible job, but at least the end of the day you have a newfound affection for life and are one step closer to affording a shotgun to kill yourself.

Dance.........

A woman enters a bar and sits at a table. This woman has the hairiest armpits that you have ever seen. Soon after sitting down she waved her hand in the air and called out to the barkeep, “Could I get a drink here, please?” An old man sitting at the bar said, “Hey barkeep give that ballerina anything she wants on me, thanks.” A few minutes passed and the woman raised her hand and ordered another drink. The old man bought her another. Then she waived her hand one more time and requested a drink. Once again the old man said “Barkeep, Give that ballerina another on my tab.” At this time the bartender asked the old man how he knew that she was a ballerina to which he replied, “Only a ballerina could lift their leg that high.”

So Good

Everyone will think I am twisted cos I am fucking my sister-in-law but we both feel so good doing it....

Need to break out of me.

i'm 32 and i'm a loser. I felt like everything would be provided for me. I'm now trapped, living at my parents house with my 2 daughters. They didn't deserve this...they deserve their own room, 4 walls and a door. They are growing up quickly and soon I will be exposed as the loser I am. I know all the right moves I should make, I know how to succeed in life, I know right from wrong. I choose to do nothing about it...I still feel like everything will just fall into place, like something will come along to save me. I've given up on god a long time ago, I went down that road once and I was burned. My wife cheated on me, had another baby. The stress of that situation killed a nerve in my face and now half my face doesn't work properly. I'm a good person, I think. Why can't I change? Why do I put everything off? I was told good things will happen to me in my life and I bought the hype.

Why don't you love me?

I like someone a lot that I cannot stop thinking about them, dreaming about them and cannot stop talking to them. However the twist is that I have a boyfriend who I love so much. What should I do? My boyfriend doesn't try and the boy I like is trying to hard.

So Sad...

Why oh why is everything so depressing, time heals everything and it is so, we must move on...

Choke..........

Two hillbillies walk into a bar. While having a shot of whiskey, they talk
about their moonshine operation. Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who
is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes
apparent that she is in real distress.

One of the hillbillies looks at her and says "Kin ya swallar?" The woman
shakes her head no.

"Kin ya breathe?" The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head, no.

The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of her dress,
yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with
his tongue.

The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction
flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly
walks slowly back to the bar.

His partner says,"Ya know, I'd heard of that there "Hind Lick Maneuver",
but I ain't niver seen nobody do it!

I hate me

I don't know why I have to be the one
I love you with all my heart and assume that you do too
but why do I have to be the whipping boy?
I never was the one to hurt and use you but it seems like I am the one who has to pay EACH AND EVERY DAY
I wish I was never born
we must hide mistakes and I am one

I miss you.

You were the best friend I ever had. I'm sorry I fucked it up. I wonder if you know that every time I get upset, my first reaction is to just hold you. You were my support. You took care of me. I miss you. Terribly. But more than that, I want you to miss me too.

In spite of all of the hurt, I'm pleased I managed to do something right for once, and I think this feeling will stay with me.

why does life hate me?!

why does life hate me?! sometimes i feel trapped inside my own head and i cant get out. i dont wanna bring you all down but i need to let this out. my head is like a dark, dirty room with no windows and one door thats always locked from the outside. i need someone or something to unlock the door for me but i cant figure out what. this is a nightmare that i have had nearly every night for the last 7 years. sometimes my head hurst so much that i sit crying in the shower wishing everything would just go away and i could be happy for just one moment. i dont know why i feel like this. i have a roof over my, head, a job and enough food to live relatively comfy. i even have a great bloke who looks after me and treats me right. but this just makes me feel guilty. i shouldnt be feeling like this wen there are people out in the world who are far worse of than me. if any one has any idea wat can help make these feelings go away then please write your suggestions here. thanks for listening. x

Steak and a BJ

I was at work the other day and overheard a female colleague say, in a matter of fact fashion, that her boyfriend had been well behaved recently and deserved a treat.

The treat turned out to be "a steak and a blow job evening" during which the boyfriend was fed a steak and given a blow job because he'd been good.

I was wondering if this was a universally recognised treat or something beautiful and unique to this couple.

I was also wondering how "well behaved" you'd have to be for a mixed grill and a bit of anal.

More funny nonsense like this here.

In the Clouds

I want you to be mine again, to date you and not have to hide anything. Our stolen moments alone are amazing and leave me breathless. When we kiss it's with the kind of passion you can feel in your bones. I'll never forget that first kiss that shocked and startled me, surging my body with power- talk about electric. You revitalize me in ways I didn't know existed, leaving me with the silly buzzing in my head that just won't let me forget you.

The way you took my hand last night as I was getting out of the car spoke volumes. It caught me off guard since we're not actually together any more and those types of gestures are usually reserved for couples, but I loved it. You took my hand and held it, not wanting me to leave, prolonging our encounter a little longer by hugging me. You held me last night, you felt what I did.

What do you think this is?

Sniper Therapy

Ever get the need to sit in a tower with a sniper rifle and just take some people out for the hell of it......man the voices are really fucking with my head today...better get some of that juice into me to help the pills go down.....shit this tough stuff.....and I am in the land of sand...Uncle Sam really fucked this world up

Frustration

I dont know why I try, She fell for me, but she was dating my friend, Then the worse thing could happen, I fell for her. I came right out and told him as soon as it happened. He was pissed, but not for the right reasons. He said things that would of usually pissed me off but I blew them off, thought things would get better. That week I was with her was wonderful, then she got guilty, heard others speak ill of her and I, it was too much for her, so she just simply stopped talking to me, Bad Move, if there is one thing that will not happen to me in this world it will be, that I WILL NOT BE IGNORED! I exist god damnit. I eventully make peace with her, we are friends, but my attraction to her looms over me like a storm cloud raining on whatever I do. I get angry, frustrated, even my inner monolog does nothing but scream when I am like this, I am aggressive, mean, to my friends, family, even her. But I can't tell her, she would just drop me like an cigarette butt. She wants me and him to just go back to before she came into all of this, but that wont happen, and I can't give that to her, now she is with some other loser, but even that doesn't really bother me, what bothers me is I don't know if she feels the same way or would even tell me.

What happened

Middle-aged stereotype...253 pounds, haven't fucked my fat wife in 2 years and I think about blowing my head off every other day. She's a good woman, kind, funny but no comparison to the teeny porn one can get on the internet. And I wish my parents would just fucking DIE! Was it my fault you never put a f***ng nickel away for retirement because you though Armageddon was coming? Was it my fault Jehovah turned out to be a non-existent Santa Claus? Don't care anymore and you CAN'T COME LIVE WITH ME!

Never mind my arm, I want a freaking Slurpee

We just crashed the van. We were going to 7-11 to get Slurpees, and the ice on the road spun us out and we ran into another car. Nobody's hurt, except Tim broke his arm. He asked the paramedics if they would bring him a Slurpee.

Tonight

I just went with a bunch of my friends to see a movie, then we climbed the high school and wrote on the windows with soap. Then curfew happened and we had to come home.

Usually I don't do that stuff, just read Slashdot or something. Being outside at night feels good, and I make more friends. I'm looking forward to next time now.

You know what I think?

No matter how much people scoff at optimism/romanticism/whatever, no matter how cynical they think they are, I think people secretly are looking for heroes. They want there to be some great overpowering force for good in the world, in their hearts.

Maybe the cynicism is just covering up the "weakness" of looking for something to save them from their own cynicism.

I don't know. What do you think?

Become me in 7 easy steps!

1.) Act like you know people
Always walk around with your head up high as if you’re looking for someone. When you finally do find people you know, say hi, tell a quick joke, and then leave as to give the impression that you have better things to do than to talk to them.

2.) Mess up your own shitty jokes
Come up with something clever, witty, and deviously charming. Walk around aimlessly looking for people to tell it to. When you finally do get to tell it, screw it up and start to cry. Repeat 15 times over the course of the evening.

3.) Convince yourself that it’s everyone else’s fault
That joke was funny. So what? Maybe I put too much emphasis on the word “Penguin”. Big deal. That joke was funny and they know it. It’s all a big fucking conspiracy. You know what? I’m too attractive for those motherfuckers, they don’t deserve me. Retards.

4.) Convince yourself that it is, in fact, your fault
You know what, maybe it wasn’t funny. What if they were right? Stupid Alex, Stupid Alex, Stupid Alex. What was I thinking? No-one likes penguins. Hell, I don’t even like penguins. I should apologize, I really should. That was a terrible joke. Stupid Alex, Stupid Alex, Stupid Alex.

5.) Re-convince yourself that it’s their fault
It doesn’t matter that no-one likes penguins. My delivery was perfect. No-one can say otherwise. They know it, you know it, everyone knows it. Why can’t people admit that joke was funny?

6.) Go crazy
Oh my god. I now know the answer. They’re spies. They’re all out to get me, this is bullshit. Who’s giving them their orders? I bet it was the Russians. They’ve never liked me.

7.) Masturbate
Pornography solves everything. Period.

Can you tell?

Can you tell I don't love you anymore?

I Love Him

He told me he loved me, and I said the flea has bitten me too.......
but there is my husband and he has his wife....
Oh what are we to do......

I Love Her

I told her I love her and she said she loved me, oh how happy we can be....
except she has her husband and I have my wife....
Oh dear me the drama of life.....

friendships or otherwise.

It's extremely disheartening when you find that those you regard as friends think of you as nothing. If they think of you at all, that is.

It's even more disheartening to learn that the person you think of as your soul-mate ends up calling you a backstabber - and get this - behind your back.

Truly, this is a case of what goes around comes around. But there will always be those who care and who bother to listen. These are the people you can call friends.

I'll be your friend if you'll be mine too. :)

I'm not good at bowling

I'm NOT good at bowling. I'm NOT. The 116 was just luck. All luck. I swear.

Your boyfriend is good at bowling. He does the flippy thing with his hands and the ball. And he concentrates. I just sort of push it down the center of the whats-it. And watch as it travels agonizingly slowly toward the pins. Sometimes it travels agonizingly slowly towards the gutter.

Those other people--the ones that were not in this group--were like--run! and! let go! and WOW that ball goes speeding down the lane. Mine travels at half the speed. Less.

Your boyfriend cannot be that good at bowling if someone who sucks at bowling--me--can beat him by ten points.

No, no, no, it was luck, I swear it was luck.

I like your friends, and you make me shine. I didn't know you could make me shine, but you really really do. You make me shine and feel really good about myself. And about the world. Even when you're sad, if you're with me, the world is nicer. Just nicer. You're magical.

But why'd you have to be so totally flippant?

I'm losing my mind...

You contact me out of the blue to tell me that you regret leaving. You tell me that you're still in love with me and that you have been all along. Your pride and stubborness have kept you from getting in touch with me. So now I sit here waiting oh so impatiently to hear from you again. Why won't you write or call. It's driving me fucking crazy!!!!!

SUCK IT UP

Well, for those of you who cannot help but whine and complain about a post that you do not agree with,well I don't know what to say. I guess that's just too bad. Time to get real. Racism is and will always be a part of our society. One of the ways it manifest itself is in humor. So if any of you have ever told a Pollock joke or even laughed at one then I pronounce you guilty. Actually I thought some of that stuff was pretty damn funny. Personally I have no problem with black people. During my long period as drug addict I developed many business relationships with them and grew to depend on them to keep me supplied with illegal drugs. You just have to accept the truth here. Also,and I hate to say it,but I have traveled the world and found that most people seem to have a negative view of them,especially in Africa.

I found "MONUMENT TO INDY" to be pretty damn disgusting but again it's a free country for the time being with free speech so suck it up. Oh wait a minute. I forgot. I wrote that post. Anyway good luck in your whining.

i'm afraid you won't believe me if i tell you i love you

Without Starbucks or ice cream or any such lovely things I am trapped in a room I am supposed to be cleaning.

When I'm in invisible mode on AIM the people who have Windows can't see me, but the people with Apple and Linux can.

The Windows people are the only people from which to hide, so it's all right. Mac and Linux people tend to be less scary.

You think I'm good and special, but I can't even succeed in pleasing you. I hurt you inadvertently and someone is good and special shouldn't be able to do that. I think you're mistaken about me. I think I'm as crappy as everyone else. But I don't want you to give up on me.

I'm writing about this just about everywhere that I don't think you'll read it. You'll find some of it, and read it, and feel bad. But you won't tell me.

I'm sorry--that's too bad. I need to write about this. Everywhere. I can't keep it locked inside the way I always do.

This blog isn't anonymous. You would know it was me from the first sentence.

How Can it be?

I think I'm falling in love and I've only known you one week.

you suck

you suck you suck you suck you suck
yousuckyousuckyousuckyousuck
you suck and I hate you i hate you i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you

i am sorry.
please don't leave me.

Bitches hoes and hell raisers

From the archives of penis licking comes a wonderful story which I am about to tell you guys while i wait for the dryer in the laundry room to finish:

Once upon a time a pimp decided to give his cane magical powers, so that he could rule over the lesser pimps and become the pimp wizard of the world. Soon, however, a horny bitch came around and jumped towards his pimp cane, and in a decisive moment of speculation she sticked it up her ass. The pimp was sad, because this meant that his pimp cane couldn't turn into a magical pimp cane anymore. So he traveled to the eastern coasts of Asia to train in the pimp school of the Zhou Empire, and after many years of training, the pimp felt that he was ready to attain pimp immortality. For this he needed to drink out of an elixir that his master said would give him ultimate pimp powers. And so the pimp went on to 7 eleven, and found ...
Oh wait, i think it's time to check my laundry. Later people. By the way. If u tell me the name of elixir, i will train u on how to be a pimp using the mantis style.

radiohead tickets. YES!

A MONUMENT TO INDY

This post is a monument to INDY,one of the greatest writers of our time. INDY claims to have shut down a site called bianca with his tenatious style of writing. I'm sure where ever he is he takes credit for the demise of bitch about stuff. I will now present some of INDY'S more memorable posts.

INDY

I just drank a bucket full of Emma Watson's and Bonnie Wright's dandruff,scalp oil,earwax,eye mucus,spit,snot,breastmilk,sweat,urine,diarrhea,farts,toecheese,blood,menstrual blood,green bile,black bile,stomach acid,vomit,clitoral-smegma,anal musk and rectal slime.

INDY

I love eating the girl feces of beautifull teenage girls

INDY

Well, I just got back from eating thje slimy,brown,stinking feces-turd-bowl movement (pronounced as one word) of my beautiful.15-year-old pronounced as one word) girlcousin (pronounced as one word). There were bits of corn and broccoli in it.

I'm sure we all agree that it is sad to loose such a fine writer. We can only hope that he will find us here and entertain us with his disgusting style.

HOW TO BE A SOUTHERN WHITE MAN

Your child’s first words are “dammit” or “sunuvabitch”

Have sex and impregnate your first cousin

Hold up the line any convenience store because you are paying for your six-pack with a pocket full of pennies.

Think Wrestling is real.

Blow a fart at the dinner table and blame it on the family dog.

Make sure you or a close relative have seen a UFO at least once.

Make sure your wife’s hair do is a foot away from the ceiling. It’s also great for blocking those sitting behind her at the movies.

Talk and whisper in the theater while the movie is in progress

Enjoy a wonderful evening out with the family at Wal-Mart

Hold up the line at any store because you are looking for your coupons

Hold up the line arguing with the cashier because you swore the expiration date on the coupon is the following week

Hold up the line while yelling at your kids

A fancy dinner out with the family means “super sizing” the order at the drive-thru.

Make sure if you are throwing a fancy party, have plenty of Spam and Saltine crackers for the hour derves.

Criticize minorities about their grammar while never commanding the English language
"Wher' ya goin?" "Ah dunnow. Recon I'll jus rom round"

Go on Jerry Springer and let the world see how stupid you really are.

Go on the Jerry Springer show and let the world know you are in love with your sister

Go on the Jerry Springer show and let the world know that you are still breast feed by your momma

Go on the Jerry Springer show and confess to the world that you really want a sex change

Continue to support televangelist with your money to keep them on the air. not to mention with their private jets and Brooks Brothers suits and million dollar bank accounts.

Make sure your education never goes past the 5th grade. If it goes to the 9th grade, you will be considered a scholar of the family

Make sure your bathroom facilty consist of: a bucket, flashlight and a TV Guide

Develop a craving for squirrel and possum

Never let a good piece of Road kill go to waste

MY MAN WAS THE BEST

I used to have the most professional drug dealer anyone could ever want. He had a career that spanned about 13 years. He was never out of product and always on time. I used to love to drive to his house and buy crack because I knew that he would always be there. Then I would drive through the country side smoking crack. He had the police in his town paid off so I never had to worry about getting busted leaving his house. Police are corrupt everywhere. He only disappointed me one time in four years. Once I bought some powder off of him. I had to go into a restaurant and steel a spoon off one of the tables.Then I had to stop for some baking soda and water. So now I'm driving down the road at 60 mph,steering with my knees,cooking the coke and smoking a cigarette while listening to Dokken. It doesn't get any better. So I take a hit of this shit and man goddamn! I had to pull off the road. It's all changed now. He's doing four years in prison and I'm doing three years of probation. I can't drive or smoke drugs anymore. Life just ain't worth livin anymore.

HOW TO BE A NIGGER PARTS 1-6

PART I

1) Lie about how big your dick is all the time, and about how many white women you fucked while their husbands were away at work. This way, you feel wanted by someone other than law enforcement.

2) Bounce as much as you can, bobble your head up & down and back & forth, and hold your crotch when you walk. Don't forget to lick your lips as much as possible.

3) Wear the largest clothes you can find. Wear you cap backwards or sideways. Wear a bandana underneath the cap if possible.

4) Screw as many fat negro sows as you can, this way Your illegitimate children help the mothers bleed the government dry, and you can lie to yourself about what a "playa you is".

5) Only drink malt liquor, Colt 45, or Thunderbird.

6)When you get pulled over and arrested for the trunkful of weed in your Sedan deVille, yell racism and racial profiling (even if the cop is black, he's an oreo). Make sure the Nation of Islam and the NAACP hear about your case. Don't forget the ACLU.

7) All negresses will allow their heathen children to run wild in stores and break things. When they want you to pay for the items, tell them, "you just want me to pay for that shit cuz I'm black. You'd let me go if I was white, muthafucka."

8) All negresses will converse with the black check-out clerks at the grocery store and hold up the line, especially when there's a lot of white folks behind you. Act like you can't find your money and hold up the line even further.

9) Talk about how much you hate white people with your buddies when soliciting downtown street corners, then lose all focus and hose your shorts when watching all the fine, white businesswomen walking past.

10) It doesn't matter how shitty your car is, put the biggest diameter rims on you can find, and the most expensive stereo system. Ride around in white neighborhoods at night and play rap music as loud as you can. We love the rattling trunk, we really, really do.

11) When you are at a street intersection when trying to find parking at you favorite black club, make sure you and your fellow negroes gridlock the intersection. We aren't really in a hurry to get anywhere, really we're not.

12) When going on a drive-by shooting always miss the target and hit an innocent bystander. Children are a plus.

13) Make the most annoying sounds when you laugh. Example: "KSSS SSSS SSSS SSSS!!" Scream out loud when beginning your laugh, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH, KSSSS SSSS SSSSS SSSS!!"

14) Talk as loud as you can whenever you can. Especially in libraries or theaters. Black women, this is a perfect time for you to chimp out on your "boo". Remember, white folks invented home video just because of you.

15) Black women, when going to the theater, wear the highest weave you can, and sit in front of some white people. Oh, this is the perfect time to call your homegirl if you can get reception to your cellphone.

16) When at fast-food resturaunts, hog up the front counter and take your time looking at the menu if you see white people behind you. Then, when giving your order, keep changing it around. If you work at a fast food place, take an excessively long time to get the order ready, especially for white people.

17) When at a check-out counter of any kind, try to bargain with the clerk on the price. If you can't lower the price, grab it and run.

18) Walk slow and purposely push and shove, then look at those people with disdain and smack your lips a lot.

19) When begging for money, act offended at white folks who only give you a dime or a "solid quattah" instead of a five dollar bill. This is a reasonable means to attack or mug them. When you get caught, state your reason as "dey wuz white." The media and the ACLU will come to your rescue, so don't sweat it.

20) Always whine about how the white man is keeping you down, and how you are owed slave reparations. Even though you've never been a slave and could never survive it because you're lazy.

21) Wear a lot of fake gold around your neck and fingers. Go to the dentist and get those rotten teeth replaced with gold implants. Go ahead, you know you're going to stiff the dentist. If he keeps harrassing you about the bill, call the NAACP.

22) Always talk on your cellphone when driving. Ignore red lights, ambulances, and fire trucks. If you hit someone, drive off.

23) Say stupid things like "YEEAAAAAAHHHHHH, BOOOOOOYYYYYYYYY!!!!" or "BEEEEYYYYOOOOOOTTCHHH!!!!!" Use ebonics so you don't have to sound intelligent like white folks.

24) Call the founding fathers racist slave owners so that public schools with names like 'George Washington High' or 'Thomas Jefferson High' are changed. Don't stop whining until every public school in America is named the following: 'Malcolm X High', 'Rosa Parks Middle School', 'Rodney King Elementary' and so on.

25) Burn down your own churches and cry racism. This way you can demand that the government build you a new church at taxpayers' expense, and they'll do it.

26) Spread sexually transmitted diseases (to white girls if possible) and obsessively use drugs.

27) Put your hand over your mouth and do your "human beat box" in public places so you can annoy the fuck out of everyone.

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PART II

28) Use "muthafucka" a lot when speaking, end everything with "knowwhumsain?". In certain instances, you may end sentences with "...n' shit". Knowwhumsain?

29) When the police officer hands you a ticket, tell him it's because you're black. It had absolutely nothing to do with you running the red light moments before.

30) Park you car on a college campus and vandalize it. Be sure to spray swastikas and vulgarities on the car, then tell the police you are the victim of a hate crime. Even if you are not an instructor or a student, you'll still be able to sue the school. They'll cave in because you're black.

31) Stop in the middle of the street and get out of your car when you see a homeboy of yours sitting on a curb, leave the door open and walk over and talk to your "homie". Ignore the other drivers honking their horns, they're probably just white folks anyway.

32) ALWAYS walk down the middle of the street. Never move for any oncoming vehicles. When they honk, just give them a scowl and smack your lips a lot.

33) When in a grocery store or any other store, always block the isles, especially for white people. Never move your shopping cart, and never tell your heathen children to move out of the way. Whenever possible, act like you don't see the person trying to get past.

34) Negroes are very sexual (not in a good way). Fuck anyone or anything.... men, women, children, dogs..... if it has at least one hole, anything goes. Anything to get your freak on.

35) When your girlfriend turns you in for roasting her 2 year old son in the oven, tell the police the truth.... he broke your Playstation 2. Don't worry, it should work.... you're black, after all.

36) Black women MUST have at least five kids by at least three different negroes by the age of 21, or you aren't "keepin it real".

37) Black women do not need babysitters. Tuck your eight children into bed, go out to the clubs and get drunk and "freaked" by five or six negroes. When you return home at 8:45AM, you'll find that someone ratted you out to Child Protective Services. Blame it on your skin and say, "dey tryin' to take my kids cuz I black, dawg!!"

38) Hang around gas stations and beg white people for money. Intimidation is PLAN B if they refuse. Or, cry RACISM when they kick your ass.

39)Black check-out clerks must NEVER be polite or courteous to white customers, for ANY reason. Overcharge them and keep the change, and NEVER thank them as they're leaving, only give them a dirty look.

40) Blacks should strive for at least one prison term, so you can get your proper respect from your peers. They will think you are ignorant if you try to go to college, and will think less of you. They'll call you an "oreo".

41) To the negro, raping a white woman is the same as if she asked him to fuck her. Go tell your friends what a "playa you is".

42) When watching a black movie at the theater, it's okay to pull your pistol out and "bust caps" if you like the movie. If you aren't a suspect being led away, remind the media that they wouldn't be airing this incident if it were white people watching an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. Make sure the cameras are rolling when you say it.

43) Always beg your family and friends for money, and always eat their food. Never pay them back or be there for them in their time of need.

44) If you somehow become rich, do NOT buy that Hummer or Mercedes Benz. No, no! Rule #1, get a white girl!! Find yourself a white girl with enough low self-esteem to be seen with a negro. Always have a white woman, no matter what she looks like.

45) To the rappers, always steal white musicians' music and integrate it into your mindless rap songs. They are too busy praising you to sue you.

46) Rappers should always remind people of how many times they've been shot and lived to tell about it (like we didn't notice them on our TV screens). This way, everyone will respect you even more. Remind everyone that rap music is "the only way out" of the 'hood and crime, as if you weren't still stealing cars, money, or drugs.

47) When cellmates ask you why you're locked up in prison, always say, "the white man put me up in here, he keepin' me down."

48) Always give white people that "hard" stare... squint your eyes and flex your lips. Breathe fast and hard, clench your fists when staring.

49) When you're being taped on COPS, always say, "whatchoo restin me fo, I ain't did nuffin!!" A liberal attourney will see you and come to your aid. Don't worry, the ACLU will pay for it.

50) Always sit as low as you can when driving. If your friends are following, make sure you all drive alongside each other so you can take up all the lanes. Drive under the minimum speed limit.

51) Lick your lips and rub your chin a lot in public places, so we know what a "playa" you really are. Make sure a lot of white girls see you doing this.

52) For no reason at all, blurt out "KEEPIN IT REEEEAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!" and "HHHHEEEEEYYYYYYLLLLLLLLLYYYEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" You sound ignorant, but hey, they accept negroes these days.

53)Make up retarded names like ICE-T, ICE CUBE, Notorious B.I.G., and Tupac (Tupunk) to call yourselves. As if Tyrell, LeShawn, and Shenanae weren't retarded enough.

54) Take ebonics one step further and make up completely new words. Example: "Fo' shizzle" or "dat's da shizznit!!"

55) Most negroes should die violently by age 30 if they wish to have a legacy. Black women will grow old and teach their niglets lies about white people so they can carry on their practice of whining and recieving handouts, and so they can justify black-on-white crime.

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PART III

56) Black pedestrians should cross intersections when the crossing sign clearly says WAIT. Walk slowly so you can hold up traffic.

57) Black mothers, you will undoubtedly lose a son or two (or all eight), as a result of being gunned down by a police officer during a struggle over the officer's gun. Chimp out in front of the cameras, lie about how your "baby" was a hardworking, loving, caring son.... even though his rap sheet was long enough to wallpaper the complete interior of your project dwelling, and no matter how many times he beat even your ass on certain occasions.

58) It is perfectly acceptable to gun down your best friend in a dispute over a crack whore, a piece of chicken, or even a quarter or dime. The more insignificant the item, the more justified it was to shoot him.

59) Watch only BET, MTV, or UPN. WB is not completely overrun by negroes yet, so it is not yet appropriate for viewing.

60) When two negroes are ready to fight each other, they should circle each other for approximately half an hour and tell each other how they are going to hurt each other. "We gonna strap, dawg!" or "do sumfin', muhfugga!"

61) Speaking of fights, never attack a white person in packs of less than five. Even women, since you'll need at least one nigger to hold each limb while one is raping her.

62) When black women chimp out, they should talk extremely loud and fast using excessive vulgarities, point a lot, and move their heads side to side and in a circular motion. Spitting while screaming is a plus.

63) Overexaggerate body language when speaking. The more you exaggerate, the more important you will feel.

64) Black women should greet all people like this: "HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" This excludes white people. When greeting them, give them a dirty look and smack your lips.

65) When being interrogated by the police for your crime, blame it on your lack of a father for a role model.... even though you supposedly know this is the reason why, and you commited crime anyway. Chances are, your father would've led you down the same road anyway.

66) Always struggle with the police during your arrest. This way you'll get your 15 minutes of fame on COPS or AMERICA's MOST WANTED.

67) The more a woman weighs, the sexier she is, black or white. 300lbs+ is what you should be looking for.

68)Black women should chew gum like a cow grazing on grass, smack a lot when you chew.

69) Smoke only menthol cigarettes.

70) Drink yourself into a drunken stupor and then beat your woman into a bloody pulp. Tell her "I'm sorry" and she will drop charges.

71) Have a separate "downlow" relationship with a black male, then go home to your baby's momma and transmit your newly aquired HIV virus to her.

72) Black singers (especially rappers) should promote crime and other thuggish activities in their music.

73) Black musicians should also promote the murder of white men and the raping of their women in their music. Whites will be charged with hate crimes if they do this, but for you, it's freedom of expression.

74) At work, sit around all day or hide in the restroom during your shift, then collect your check at the end of the week and complain that you should get more because you are the hardest working employee.

75) Upon release from prison, you should have read the Koran and be a devout Muslim. This further justifies your hate for the "white devil" and now leaves the door open for you to become an activist. This will allow you to publicly criticize the white man for your shortcomings and exempts you from hate crime legislation. Take a page out of Jesse Jackson's book and shakedown large corporations for money, threatening a discrimination lawsuit if they don't pay up.

76)A FUBU jumpsuit with a lot of fake gold around your neck and fingers is the equivalent of a white man in an Italian suit wearing a Rolex watch.

77) A negro, for the most part, either has a shitty car and a nice "crib" or a shitty home with a "pimp ride", never both. All finances are poured into one or the other.

78) The more sex partners a black woman has, the higher status she has with the negro.

79) For all the talk of black women hating white women (as like with the males), they should still try and look like them. Dress like they do, try and talk like they do, and process the kinks and knapps out of your hair and dye it blonde. Bleach your skin if you are excessively dark.

80) Use an excessive amount of cologne or perfume to hide your foul odor. Though the cologne stinks, it is an improvement over your funk.

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PART IV

81) When failing an IQ test for a promotion or a job application, sue the employer. They will cave in because you're black, and from pressure from the NAACP.

82) Incidentally, when failing any military IQ test and you are put on the front lines in war, claim that the white men want to kill you because you're black.

83) Claim everything to your credit: Greek and Egyptian civilizations, inventions, and even claim that America was built on the backs of negroes.

84) Claim that whites put drugs in black neighborhoods to keep negroes down, or kill them, even though you chose to use those drugs if it WERE true.

85) Black politicians must NEVER speak of relevant issues. Instead, the main focus should be expanding affirmitive action, the need for slavery reparations, more hate crime legislation aimed against the white man, and the troubling fact that hurricanes are not given black names...."Hurricane Shenanae".

86) Blame white governments for creating hurricanes, tornadoes, and tsunamis in an attempt to kill blacks and other colored peoples.

87) As witnessed in New Orleans, negroes should ignore warnings to evacuate cities due to incoming natural disasters. When stranded, blame the president and white rescue teams for being racist and abandoning them, even though they were warned they could be on their own for an unknown period of time. Negroes should always wait for the government to do everything for them.

88) Keep up the claim that white women prefer negroes over white men, even though negroes will be the only ones to believe it. If you repeat the lie long enough, perhaps one day it will become the truth.

89) When police arrest someone in your neighborhoods, cry police brutality even though police are trying to subdue a doped-up negroe. When police stay out of your neighborhoods due to the high number of brutality complaints, cry racism and say the city government does not care about blacks.

90) Black mayors should always leave office with the city in or near bankruptcy. He should then boast about what a great job he did when indicted for corruption charges.

91) When black mayors fail their cities in emergencies such as natural catastrophies, always blame state or federal officials. Never blame yourself or other negroe city officials.

92) Black evangelists should become involved in race-related scams to sue police departments or the city (example: Al Sharpton in the Tawana Brawley case). They should also incite riots and then blame white people.

93) Black reverends should preach about doing the Lord's work, then preach about how evil the white man is. He should also attempt to have sex with every negress in the congregation, married or not.

94) Black muslims should claim that white governments attack their own countries to blame muslims or minorities for terrorism, such as the claim that whites flew the jets into the twin towers on 9/11 by remote control. And more recently, the claim that whites blew up the New Orleans levees to drown the negroes. It is absurd, but the negro will believe it.

95) Black movies should have stupid names such as "How Stella Got Her Groove Back", "Love Jones", and "Hustle and Flow".

96) When a black convict is scheduled for execution on a certain day, stage mass protests outside the prison. Do not take into account the victims' families, most or all are white, anyway. These protests should be attended by Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, Danny Glover, the NAACP, the Black Panthers, Louis Farrahkan and the Nation of Islam, and wiggers. Degenerate and violent behavior is accepted in this peaceful protest. Claim that the convict is a victim of the white justice system.

97) Any blacks who were evacuated from their cities for any emergency should never be thankful. If you get a sandwich or MREs, complain that they are cold. If you get a cot to sleep on, complain that it is not a waterbed. Negroes should trash and vandalize the hotels and facilities they are staying in, and should attempt to rape or rob any volunteers or residents of that city.

98) Negroes should constantly whine about being held back and being poor, even though they have multiple gold teeth, a cellphone and jewlery, and are wearing FUBU or FILA jumpsuits and three hundred dollar sneakers. Claim that the white man has you "locked up in the ghetto".

99) Negroes should justify looting by saying they were hungry and looking for food, even though you cannot eat a 40" television set.

100) Claim that the AIDS virus was developed in the white man's laboratories, engineered to wipe out the negro race..... even while knowing that the negro in Africa created it through his "special affection" for the African green monkey.

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PART V

101) In racially mixed neighborhoods (black & white), negroes should vandalize their homes and paint racial slurs on it. For added effect, they should burn their front yards and throw charred wood on top of the area to add the effect of a cross burning. Blame the whites and say they want to drive you out of the neighborhoods and cry in front of the news cameras, "OOOOOOOOOOOOHH, LAWD!!! Look what dey done did to mah crib....er....mah home!!!".

102) Negresses should kill their children, then blame the govenment for failing them and all blacks by not giving them enough welfare funds to properly care for the children. Lie about a medical condition, if possible.

103) The dumbest of the negro women speak far worse than any of your typical negroes, and can make one word sound like two. For instance, when a negro is accused of a crime, he may say, "I didn't do nothin'". The dumb negress would would say "Ah dih-in't do nuh-in!!" and smack her lips a lot.

104) Mispronounce words. Example: worse=(more) worser, worst=worsest, Buick=Byrrick (stress the "r").

105) When in agreement with someone, a negress should respond "oooooooooohh, chile, ain' dat da troof!" or "mmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmm! Ah'm sayin'!".

106) When the male negro is in agreement with someone, he should reply "true dat, mah nigga" or "right on, bruh".

107) Protest for years to enact affirmitive action, political correctness, and to further hate crime legislation to outlaw anyone from calling you a nigger. Then, turn around and call each other niggers.

108) Every negro should have an alternate "street name" to go by, such as "Cornbread" or "T-Bone".

109) Negroes should kill each other in gang wars over their "turf", actually owned by some old rich Jew.

110) When your negro child shits in the wrong place during potty training, beat him to death or into a coma.

111) Never replace a burnt out headlight on your vehicle, just drive around with your brights on and blind everyone. Justify it by saying they should be able to hear you coming anyway from the bass out of the speakers.

112) Justify all crimes you've commited by blaming white people for holding you back, that they wouldn't let you earn an honest living or live a decent life (as if you really tried).

113) When they get your order wrong at the drive through, argue with the manager that you should get your money back AND keep the food. When you do not get your way, wait for the manager to leave work and try to run her over.

114) When you hit someone crossing the street, drive home with him sticking halfway out of your windshield, and later tell the police you didn't know what to do.... like call them in the first place.

115) Negroes should always be loud in public places, and always try to cut in line at movie theaters, convenience stores, and resturaunts and then pick a fight with someone when they say something. When the manager has to kick you out of the store, spit at him.

116) For teenage negresses who are afraid of telling their mothers they are pregnant (some are actually too stupid to tell or in denial), have the child and then abandon it in a trash dumpster, or sell him for a bag of crack cocaine.

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PART VI

117. Celebrate your false heroes such as Martin Luther King, Jr., and show a false sense of unity with your fellow negroes. The very next day, return to your true ways and kill, rob, and rape each other. Indeed, niggers hate niggers, too.

118. Become a contestant on AMERICAN IDOL and gain your short-lived fame. In time, the media will expose your deviant and criminal past.

119. Any negress booted off of AMERICAN IDOL due to her untalented, shrill voice will consequently bash and slander the show's judges in typical negro fashion, making a bigger ass of herself than she did in auditions. She should claim that she will make it to the top of the music world someday, and they will regret throwing her off the show. Wearing a blonde wig is a plus.

120. At black funerals, negresses will lose all control and fall all over everyone, and scream at the top of their lungs, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH LAWD TAKEMETAKEMETAKEME LAWD PLEEEEEZE TAKE ME OOOOOOOOOHHH LAWD JEEEEZUS TAKE ME!!!!!" (This truly happens, I have witnessed it)

121. It is no secret that negroes love to commit insurance fraud of all kinds. Run out in the street to an oncoming vehicle and bump it as it passes. Fall over and act injured, and later sue the vehicle owner. Make sure your victim is white, negroes usually live below the poverty level, never have insurance, and usually drive off after hitting someone.

122. Negroes operating a motor vehicle should slam on the brakes purposely to cause an accident, and then act injured. Again, the victim should be white, and again, you will sue.

123. Negresses should wear maternity dresses and strap on a cut-open basketball half underneath as if to show pregnancy. Walk into the department store of choice and shoplift until no more items can be carried. Watch for cameras, employees, and security guards.

124. Eat at expensive resturaunts. Eat everything on the plate except for an extremely small chunk of food. Complain to the waiter that you now feel ill as a result of the food, and demand that they give you the meal for free. Threaten to call the health department and the NAACP.

125. Claim that white people smell like wet dogs, even though negroes smell like shit (literally, in some cases). Due to negro stupidity and ignorance, you do not realize that wiggers are not counted as white people- they go the extra mile to be black....this includes stench and sex with beasts (negroes).

126. Drink yourself into a drunken stupor and go to work driving a school bus, endangering childrens' and motorists' lives.

127. Negroes should stalk neighborhood parks and prey on children (preferably little white girls). Snatch one walking by your van and rape him/her at gunpoint or knifepoint. Tell them you'll kill their parents if they tell the police.

128. Hold all-black events, such as the NAACP Black Achievement Awards. When you find out about all-white events, cry racism and threaten a discrimination lawsuit. Demand that the hosts of these events publicly apologize to the negro community and donate to an all-black charity.

129. When a negress feels she made a mistake by having a child, it is acceptable for her to kill him, sell him for drugs, or abandon him at a shopping mall or random street corner. If the grandmother is alive, it is acceptable to burden her with the child while you disappear for years at a time.

130. Black postal workers should always deliver mail to the wrong addresses. If the home has a door mail slot, never push the mail completely through, instead leaving it hanging halfway out of the slot.

131. Join a mob of twenty to thirty negroes to randomly pick out one white person and attack him, and to stomp him to death for no reason. Today's politically correct laws ensure that you will not be charged with a hate crime.

132. Negroes should always pronounce their names to sound exotic. For instance, if a negress is named Jackie, she should introduce herself this way: "How yaw durrin, mah name is Jackaaaayyy", stressing the "ie" to sound like "ay".

133. When negroes' vehicles break down, they should push it down the street, backing up traffic for miles. Never push the car to the side of the road or call a tow truck.

134. Negresses must dress like the lowest of prostitutes to attract even the lowly negro male.

135. Brag about how much better life would be in Africa, even though you've never been there, and despite the fact that even African niggers look down on you.

FUCK YOU

I cannot stand homosexuals, niggers, mexicans, sand niggers, gooks, magogo or kodybears. Fuck all of you. At least magogo and kodybear cannot procreate. All the others should be spayed and neutered.

MAGOGO

Hello my name is Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey.
I was born on an assembly line in Asia. I began to sing and
dance the Macarena as soon as my batteries were
installed. I am a product of forced child labor. when I came out of
the box I found myself in an electronics store in the Southeastern
United states. The store was inhabited by a group of Kodybears. At
first I was happy. I developed a great love for coaxial cable. I used
to love to play in it but I never thought that I would be hiding in
it. You see one day the bears and I were watching Pulp Fiction. From
that day on they sodomized me relentlessly. In hope of being accepted
into the Klan of the Kodybears I approached the store surgeon,Dr.
Wesphyn,and ask him about having a speech card implanted. He agreed
and this card was taken from Walking kody who no longer had room for
it. You see he had been modified as part of his recovery from a horrific RC car accident. He had a Jimmy Neutron toy implanted
in his body cavity thus making him the worlds only walking Kodybear.My
newfound ability to speak only enraged the bears more. They sodomized
me even more,often beating me and urinating on my fur. I am now living
in a pile of coaxial cable in the stock room. I am in desperate need
of AA Batteries. I do not trust His excellency Kody R Bear. The day he
stops sodomizing is the day I'll stop smoking cable. I must get to
Nags Head. Can anyone help me?

love

may i just say that love is a waste of time. its only a whole lot of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin gone crazy...

am i a jilted lover?? yes:)

Hiding.

All of this is making me feel hurt and
disgusting
and
disgusted.

I have to hide. There's nothing else to do. I have to hid
e
everything.

I have to hide everything.

being vexed

I was so afraid he would be vexed with me. I was afraid he would be so mad he wouldn't talk to me. But he called.

It seems too easy. He ought to be vexed with me.

He was.

OHMYGOSH!

Haha. So today was super fun! I so like this kid named Mike!!!! Ah!!! Omg!!! I should talk to him! Do you think I should talk to him?? I think I should! And so does everyone else! Even my own mother thinks I should talk to him! MY MOTHER!

So we went BOWLING today. OMG. BOWLING. The guy I like, Mike, won the first game because he is good at bowling. My best friend won the second because she's good! She denies it, and says it was just luck, but--whatever.

I'm so afraid he's gonna go out with some other girl, because I think he likes me but if I don't say anything he might give up on me. The thought of him (mine!) with another girl makes me SOOOOO mad. Like my mom suggested it to me the other day, to see my reaction, and I moaned into my pillow. Ohhhhhhhhhhh... (Like that.)

And ohmygosh! Like, he has to like me! He has to. I mean, tonight in the car, talk about eye contact! Ahhhhh!!!!!

Nick and Sebastian told me, after I said okay to go out with Gabe, that Mike was soooooo sooooo pisssed. He was so mad he took a sledgehammer to a skateboard. Mike LOVES skateboards. And he broke one, to pieces, for my sake.

I hope he still feels that way.

That was quite a long time ago.

AHHHH!!!! What do you think I should do?!?!?!?!

Come on!!

All of u are a little too tight up. All i was doing was just playing a little game with u guys. Yes, I am an asshole and i like being an asshole, because that's what makes me so ssspecialllll. Hey, relax will ya, don't have to tell everyone the address for a computer at the Library. I'm sure as hell u don't want to mess with those guys, or do u?. Wasn't this web page a place where i can get "shit off my chest". Come on, i'm just trying to have a little fun, eh.

To Admin

This post is to thank the admin for resetting the password and for hosting this blog. I ask all who use this site to log in with a comment and show your support. Let's see how many appreciate this site by a show of comments. Maybe each commenter could leave an icon or some kind of mark to individualize the comments. Therefore, I ask each and everyone who come here for advice, entertainment and fun to step up and post a comment to show the admin how much we appreciate what they are doing.

Thanks People

Nature Journal vs Wikipedia

There is currently something of a dispute between Encyclopedia Britannica and science journal Nature on the accuracy of a study Nature conducted some time ago comparing information in the Encyclopedia with the information available on the internet at Wikipedia. The Nature study concluded that Wikipedia was as reliable and readable a source of information as the Britannica. Yay to freedom of voice...

Shoooshing

Yipeeee

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MAGOGO THE SINGING DANCING MACARENA MONKEY

I am Magogo the Singing Dancing macarena Monkey that lives in an East coast electronics store. I got his name---Dr. Wesphyn right? But I did'nt get yours.
Your the manager right? Perhaps it is you that I Should talk to about
my transfer. I have been watching you all everyday. I know everything
that goes on
among you. I know your innermost thoughts.I know about Tabby. I know
about Magan as well. I know that you people don't like me. I have been
trying to think of a way to communicate my desires to you. You can't
understand the stress a singing dancing macarena monkey like me is under. So at night after the
bears have had their way with me I sneek up to the good doctor's
computer to try and explore the world outside of this store. I hide in rolls of coaxial cable. I've even started smoking cable. I did not
mean to come here. I am no longer happy here. My message is simple.
Free your ass your mind will follow. I would like to request a
transfer to another East coast electronics store. It is my understanding that the
KodyBear at this store is not of the Klan. I think he will be
sympathetic to my need not to be sexually abused on a daily basis. If
there is any paperwork involved could you please fill it out for me. I
was once a great star. I made associates and customers alike howl in
laughter with my new lite-up foot and my new found ability at mimicry. But now
I realize that I'm a freak. A bear trapped in a monkey's body. I could
be haaaapy here but know one gives me any attention anymore. I guess I
could keep rambling on with this nonsense all day could'nt I?!
Could'nt I?

I am Magago the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey

OH NO!

I think I have cooties!

A Great Big Thank You!

I simply want to thank whomever wrote the last post and reset the password. I'm glad that you can track down the people who do things like this to the site.

Thanks again!

L

Who cares

Who cares if the entries are fake or real? If you truly have something to say or if your just pissing away time. You have still, either amused your self or others, or have been amused by yourself or others. For what ever reason, any person that has been compeled by what ever force, to post an entry to this site, or post a comment to an entry for this site, has done exactly what the creator of this sight has intended. There-fore, questions of authenticity might seem to be rather pointless. But, since this is a site for speaking your mind, regaurdless of whether what's on your mind is contrived or not, you have used this little portion of the w.w.w. well. Congratulations for your success in your endeavor!

Password reset

The password has been reset.

The troublemaker at 24-207-219-146.dhcp.stls.mo.charter.com is insisting on being an asshole.

I do know who you are if you change the password on the account.

It would be trivial to get your ISP involved with your IP, date/time of access, and the mention of terrorism. I suggest you stop now.

I fucked all of u

Oh yes i did. In a few seconds i will detonate a bomb to explode in the northern coast of missouri. I know it's considered terrorism, but isn't this a web page where i'm supposed to get "shit off my chest", isn't it. By the way this post is brought to u by the author of the fake milkman who was gonna commit suicide and from the guy who said something about jews sucking froth off nuts. Guys from west u know who i am don't be little pussies and rat out on me. Anyways like i was saying, i fucked a lot of people by changing the password on the anon/anon entry. The password will only be revealed to the guys who can post a comment and give me the correct answer to these 5 questions:
1: Which south park character turned into darth vader in Wednesday's episode
2: In ghetto fights, in what exact minute do they show the black guy that smokes weed
3: (Guys from west u should know this one): I daydreamed about fucking someone in the asshole, it was my english teacher. What's her last name (vocab for today was idiosyncratic; effulgence...)
4: Who's the owner of "Juicy fruit" (it's juxtapositioned on top of the fruity blue letters)
5: Who is the porn star on "Star bitches 3"?

Answer and win!!!

TOP 5 ETHNIC STEREOTYPES OF THE DAY

In keeping with my new years resolution to be more racially sensitive, I've come up with the top 5 POSITIVE ethnic stereotypes of the day. I've put together this list in the hopes that we can all continue to expand our rich diversity through understanding and compassion for our different cultures.

Number 5:
Our Asian brothers and sisters work hard to keep stray dogs and cats off our city streets by eating them.

Number 4:
Mexicans care so much about our economy, they have as many children as possible in order to insure that the 99 Cent Store retail chain continues to have healthy sales.

Number 3:
Arabs care about our city landfills. Why throw away a two week old loaf of bread when you can simply keep it on your liquor store shelf by changing the date with a felt pen so a hungry section 8 family can buy it with food stamps. That's thinking!! : )

Number 2:
White people go to work and pay taxes.

And the number 1 top POSITIVE ethnic stereotype of the day....................................
Black women never want to be too old to relate to their children. That's why they give birth to them at 12 years of age. In a matter of a few years, you get a built in school study buddy......

I hope my message of diversity touches you all in a good place.

Circles

Last night my friend tried to convert me and it hurt. We went in circles. I told him this, and it reminded me of the circles on the tie-dye shirts I'd made yesterday. He said God was knocking on my heart, but how would he know--after all, it's my heart. I was relieved when the phone died.

After that he IMed me and promised not to talk about it any more that night, but he badgered me about other things. He was probably joking but I got more and more irritated and finally told him to go away. Then he seemed to be sorry, and wanted to know if I would forgive him.

I told him I might forgive him tomorrow, but that I might die tomorrow, and go to hell, and I didn't know if I was allowed to forgive from hell. He got mad and said I was mocking his faith.

I've been avoiding him.
I said I would go to the movies with him on Monday but I no longer want to.

Lost Feelings

Since I told him I would still be here for him when he comes back, he left two years ago.

Before he left, he told me that I can see other people, but just not to fall in love.

It's been two years. He will be back in a few months.

And in these last few months, I've started to develop strong feelings for another guy, Joe. Totally unexpected. Didn't think this would happen, but it did.

We have been hanging out casually. Nothing more.

Don't know what I should do. I don't know if all the feelings I once had for John would return once I see him again. Maybe I should wait until John returns before hanging out with Joe again to see of those feelings that I have lost....would return. Or maybe I should tell John and Joe that I want an open relationship.

ummm, dunno what to say except....

i am afraid.

i am afraid that i have no emotion left in me except for anger and fear.

anger for the betrayal by my 'best friend' some time ago;

fear for what i will do to them if i ever see them again.

i dream when i am asleep, of hurting them.

in the most vivid dream i forced them to eat a drinking glass, yet once i saw the blood coming out of their mouth from chewing on the broken glass, i felt sorry for them and started to eat my own glass in sympathy....

i wonder what Freud would say this dream signifies?

Endless rain into a paper cup

I have no faith in love any more, and if it weren't for personal experience, I wouldn't belive it existed at all. On top of that, I fear I've lost faith in the human race as a whole.

I'm sure it's just the depression talking, but that doesn't make me feel any better. It has become so difficult to write, to convey my feelings through any sort of media, it's frustrating. All this is eating me alive. The stress, the pain, now the depression- it's taking its toll on my hope. The hope, the faith I used to have is dwindling now. It used to be so strong but now it's a mere thread, just barely keeping me together at the seams. What happens when I bust? Does that mean I die?

Ugh, I just want to throw up.

(I'd dreamed)

I'd dreamed that I found him in the same place that I always do, and I dreamed that I touched him and wanted him.
And I dreamed that I felt self-conscious touching him, and I tried to make it all right by being pesky and casual.
I dreamed that I had forgotten we weren't close.

I haven't had this dream before, but I've had a similar one, and it's somewhat vexing that this person dominates my subconsciousness when my consciousness is dominated by people who are quite different.

Fake Posts & Conceit

So how does a post classify as a fake? I read some interesting posts on here, some that are weird and some that make wonder for the well being of the people that do the posts. I think this anonymous sound off place is one of the most wonderful things on the www. There is no advertising no apparent logging of who, what when (I am not so naive to imagine we are totally invisible in cyberspace). So for others to take on the role of outing "fake" posts is in itself interesting to consider. These "outers" as I shall call them seem to have some criteria by which they make judgements about the "authenticity" of what someone has written. Do they do this because a post here should be "real or factual" by some standard or is there some other criteria they are applying?

Have you ever wondered about the role of the confessional in the catholic church. A place where people can go and dump it out and not be judged but be forgiven. Essentially they get something off their chest and move on with their lives. A friend of mine who grew up in Manchester once said to me that the catholic kids were always happy and even when they were naughty they were ok because they go to to go to church every week and say sorry but the poor old protestant kids had to carry the guilt. Maybe a bit full on - but spend some time with someone from Manchester over several pints of Guiness over several years and you will understand that particular view of the world.

Now to the specific issue of fake posts. Assume someone wants to express something, does the genre here have to conform to some rules like a housing estate ie there shalt not be any tin roofs or in this case all posts shall be done by real people about real things and any suspected deviation will be Outed by self appointed outers and labelled as "fake posts".

It would seem that a function of this web blog is that people can post whatever they like about whatever and express stuff in any way they choose. This might mean they assume other identities, play roles, make stuff up and present fictional situations. Perhaps what they are doing in all the many and varied ways is expressing stuff that they cannot and would never express in the real world where their identity is known.

So like the confessional, like the catholic kids in Manchester who could always say sorry, prehaps this web blog serves to let people just blow, dump, rave, play imaginary games, share real experiences, find solace in anonymity and just do all the things that make people people. Maybe we all need a secret face and place to let it go and then move on deal with life in all its color and fun.

In saying this the Outers can do their thing too but in doing it I think they should be mindful not to judge others by their standards and perhaps just let it be...

There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Give ya delusions of grandeur
And a evil eye,
Give you idea that
You're too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.

Bob Dylan

Promotion

My boss told me today I'm going to be getting a promotion when I get back into town from a business trip. I'm going to be in charge of my entire group of peers. That's ok, because I think most of them will agree that I'm more capable than they are of being both the "engineer" and the "manager" so that doesn't worry me too much.

The problem is that ONE of my peers is also a good friend of mine, helped me get the job in the first place, and part of the reason for my promotion is that he is a complete ass who has been about a whisker from being fired about a dozen times in the last three months.

There's a sincere, fond, hope that if he reports to ME, he'll straighten out and not be a dick.

The problem: I don't think that's going to be the case. I think he'll still be a dick, and then that'll pretty much be "all she wrote" for him. I know if I'd been his boss through half of the shit he's pulled over the last six months, I'd've kicked him to the curb already.

I deserve this promotion. I've excelled at my job.

I need the accompanying pay raise, because I took a massive pay cut to work here, and it's starting to reach the point where I'm noticing that pay-cut. And it hurts.

But, somehow, I don't see my friend realizing that I can still think of him as my friend, even if I am someday forced to unemploy him for the best interests of our organization.

Nothing good in life comes without some sort of terrible price attached.

I broke into my neighbours garden shed the other night and shit on the floor.
I only took one thing, the screwdriver i lent him last year.

mb

Hot Gal

I masturbated at school today, I do it most days. I tease the boys by wearing short skirts, tight jeans or open tops. I know I am hot. I can see them watching me, some of the teachers look at me . I go into the bathroom and masturbate. Sometimes when we are in the visual arts room I will hump the low chair ends while class is on and noone even knows I am getting off in class. Its wild how much I masturbate.I think other girls do it a lot too but noone talks about it except to make jokes like last week when I said to Char-lee that her hair brush handle might help her de-stress and she went bright red or when Kay hangs out near the water outlets in the swimming pool with a stupod look on her face. Guys talk about beating it all the time and I know they tell each other they do it but girls dont tell about that - do they

I need some advice; and it's my first time posting here, so please, no snide comments.

My boyfriend and i have known each other since twelve, we've been best friends and even liked each other abit. Then we moved on from elementary school and lost contact for a few years, with both of us getting attached and breaking up with people. When i began talking to him, it seemed to brighten up my day always, and we both fell in love.

So we started going out and our relationship ended in Jan this year, and now we're back together again. But this time our relationship isn't as strong as our previous one, because it just seems that everything's going wrong.

We love each other very much, but he's been so much in control now, and it's making me very insecured. He often gets angry when i don't text him to tell him where i am, what i'm doing, or even when i don't reply to his texts. But i do have my freedom, right? Besides, he never bothers to call me, it's always me calling, me doing the giving in, me doing all that.

I'm a free spirit, i'm very independent, but i've been reduced to someone like that just because i love him, even though now i don't really feel that way, because i'm so mad at him.

I dislike the fact that i'm no longer in control as we were before, when we both had an equal share in the relationship, decisions and all. We're a great couple, but we're always arguing over the matter of me 'disappearing' (not texting him or calling him) and sometimes he even counts the minutes on how long i 'disappear' for.

It gets on my nerves that he's so possesive. Does anyone have a boyfriend like that? Or does anyone act like that to your girlfriend? Because i really, really want to understand why he's doing this. He tells me he's not insecured.

Pressure to get better marks

I'm a good student. I'm in my second last year of high school (grade 11) and my marks are always in the 80s and 90s (English in low 80s, Math in high 80s, French in low 90s, and Computers in high 90s). I'm planning to start university in September 2007.

I don't really *try* to get good marks, I just pay attention and do the work (which is more than a lot of people can say!), and I suppose luck must play a part in it as well. Admittedly, I don't do everything I can to get *the* absolute highest marks. I could definitely achieve more if I tried. I don't study, don't do the extra stuff (except in Computers, which I'm very passionate about). I get good marks without really trying, which is really quite nice.

My dad is pressuring me to get high 90s in every course, and he's told me that he's only going to put *more* pressure on next year (which I know, next year is when it really counts). He's doing this to make me a better person, which is nice, I suppose. But I think mostly because we don't have that much money saved away to pay for university. And you know, higher marks = better scholarships, right?

And I agree with him. I'd like higher marks too. I mean, honestly, I'm not *opposed* to getting higher marks! :)

But I don't really want to *try* and get high 90s in all my classes. I like spending time on the computer and watching TV and doing my own thing. I like having fun. I like being a teenager! I don't want to study after school. I'm in school all day!

I don't like him pressuring me. Because really, I feel like I'm already doing quite good! I'm almost always in the top of my classes. Last semester, one of my teachers told me I got the highest mark he's ever given to a student! That's good, right? You can't really do much better than that, right?

REALLY CONFUSED

I love 2 men, one being my husband... and the other being someone elses husband.

I feel like I'm unhappy with my husband most of the time. I don't know why, considering he loves me so much. Its like a roller coaster with the way I feel. Sometimes I'm happy and feel an attraction for him and then other times I just want to be far far away from him and have no interest whatsoever. I told him about a year ago (way before I started talking to this other guy) that I still loved him VERY much, but I'm just no longer "IN LOVE" with him.

The other guy and I started out as just really good friends online and would talk on the phone occassionally. (we play the same game online) However, we became closer and closer throughout the months and I feel completely in love with him.... and he feels the same way. We yearn to hear eachother's voice, we miss every moment we don't share with eachother (ect.) and we have also become eachother's BEST FRIEND.

I don't feel like we could ever ACTUALLY be together though because....He's married and I'm married and we live on opposite coasts. However, we have a chance to actually meet in person. He will be in another state that isn't too far from me and so far we have made plans to meet there. We will have about 4 days to spend together. My husband knows how I feel and knows about the trip. However, he can't handle it and has asked that this meeting be STRICTLY on a "friend to friend" basis. I feel like I can do that, however I don't know if I TRULY want to.

A lot of people have told me that I just shouldn't take this trip period as long as I want to stay married to my husband. However, I feel like I HAVE to take this trip for several reasons. 1. To meet a GREAT FRIEND 2. To see if this is more than just a fantasy and see if we are JUST AS attracted to eachother in person as we are so far apart.

At first my plan was to JUST DO THIS and then get over it, come back and solely concentrate on working on my marriage. However, my husband has changed the plans a bit because he can't handle the idea of me loving someone else and the possibility of me leaving him because of that.

I really don't know what to do... a part of me feels like this trip will also help shed some light on how I feel in my marriage and if I DO want to work on it or just give up. I also feel like if I don't do this, then I will go on "wondering" for the rest of my life. ~PLEASE ADVISE :( ~

KODYBEAR

So I signed my boss up for an accunt on Adult Friend finder. I did'nt want to do it but he threatened me with Sodomy if I refused. What else could I do? He's the KodyBear. Kody R Bear. So on the first day he gets the following email from a girl claiming to be using her brothers computer:

I have been on here for like an hour, and you are the first bear I've written to. I guess the old saying is true... A good bear is hard to find! Before I forget!! This is a girl not a guy I am on my brothers computer! I swear i am so horny lately that I fuck a buck for a dime and buck! How;s your sex life treating you? You can write back and tell me, this is my e-mail address, rumba_438 at yahoo. This is usually not me. I am not the type, but tonight I feel like doing something crazy! You may just be the thing I am looking to do Well better split! I've embarrassed my self bad enough for one night!

I tried to tell him not to respond suggesting that he sign up for adult truck stop toy finder or something. He just kept threatening me and babbling and stuttering about getting laid. So the dumb fucker replies and gets this back:

Hi there Kody ! I just got your bmail. Just to be sure, you are that bear on AFF right? Sorry for the profile weirdness, I promise I will make it up to you *wink* I'm glad that you wrote though. So... what did you do this weekend? Me and my girlfriend's went out to dinner and then a bar... same ol' boring scene. I much prefer meeting bears online, can really *feel* the other bear out. :) so what are you up to? I am feeling a little naughty right now. Just checking my messages and surfing for some new porn. Do you like to watch porn? Alot of bears think it is soo weird that I like it, its funny. What kinds of things are you into? I guess my favorite thing is bestiality, i love both giving and receiving. 69 can be really fun too! I attached my pic to the email so you can see me, tell me what you think (or what you would like to do to me would be ok too) :P You can check out my homepage too, it has some more info about me.. and a some more pics

http://www.lacelegend.com/dianneswebpage (check this tastey bitch out)

Do you want to chat? You can reach me on AIM at lostinsummer22, I will be on for another hour or so. Talk to you soon, I hope

xoxo, Dianne

So now he's really jammed up. Even more after he see's her pictures. She's a pretty sexy sow.

So I did some research by typing in "lostinsummer22" into google. I was directed to many articles about this particular scam.

Well I was able to convince him not to repley again. Since he asked Vador the Dominator to be his cub's Godfather you would think that VTD would have been on this before I had to do all this detective work.

His Excellency wishes me to post here and ask if anyone has any good or bad online dating experiences.

Here is a similar scam webpage.

http://www.efotohost.com/kristenssite/

I sent this information to Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey and he was able to find the pictures for free at this site.

http://www.efotohost.com/kristenspage/MyEFotoAlbum/

CURIOUS

Last night I tied my self up and masturbated. Does this constitute bondage?

NEWS FLASH!

Vador The Dominator to be Godfather of the Kodycub.

Vador The Dominator has graciously been chosen to take up Godfather duties. Vador has accepted this request. Vador says, "I can't wait for the birth of this cub, nothing like another bear to dominate. Sounds like a great party will be thrown by the family of the sow. I just can't wait." Keep an eye out for more details.

55 minutes

The rate at which I check my myspace page for comments/messages disgusts me.

It's 8:05. I have 55 minutes.

When I am scared I get very very quiet.

A lot of people think I am quiet all of the time.

Last wishes on fucking planet earth

It's funny that i am leaving a suicide note in a webpage where no one knows who i am, but well, it's not like it matters. I am tired of living this boring life, in half and hour i will commit suicide by going to the top of the mall and then jump off. I always thought that if i would kill myself, i should do something that's worth it, like ending my life for a cause. But sadly, there is no cause worth fighting for in this horrible, fucked up world, where we have no cure for diseases, corrupt politicians, meek, hungry people in fucking Africa and South America... the list is long. The girl i had a crush on for 2 years just got a new boyfriend, my dad contracted HIV after fucking her secretary, and my mom is pregnant with the milkman. I have no reason to life. My only wish in these few minutes left of life that i have is that someone tells me how to end my life for a cause instead of just wasting it. I always wanted to leave a mark in this world before i go.

Guys Sux

Why do guys get to do all the cool stuff? Why do guys have to prove they are so tough by being jerks? I thought I really liked a guy but when he is with his friends I am just an object..!!!^%$^(+%$ HIM

blogspot

does anyone read any blogs on blogspot? i follow four, and i can't get any of them to load. can't even load the main page. anyone else having this issue? blogger seems like a good candidate for DDOS'ing so i'm wondering if that's what's up.

Just my random thoughts about a woman. No need to respond.

I know it's wrong to still have feelings for her. I can't help it though. Since the day I met her she is all I think about. I can't believe that was seven years ago. She can be a bitch. No doubt about that. But man does she have the sweetest smile. When she is happy she is so great to be around. I've never known another woman who has had nearly the effect she has on me. When I'm with her I just can't get enough of her. And when we're apart I can't stop thnking about her. Why can't she just make up her mind. She loves me , then she is no longer "in love' with me. She wants to marry me, then she's not sure she's ready to settle down. She knows what I want. Maybe she is just too immature. That's not meant in a cruel way. She is just unsure of what she wants. She left for a while. Now she is back. The temptation to go back to her is there and it's strong. I can't help it. I know all I have to do is say something and we will once again be together. Is it worth it though. Do I dare take the chance of being hurt again. Should I continue to wait until she is ready? Maybe she is just stringing me along until she meets someone better. Maybe I'll just sit and wait. What ever happens, happens. I'll just enjoy the ride. And man is she a great ride!

standing alone.

Everyone I know seems to be getting attached. In the midst of all the joyous celebration of couples, I stand alone, unsure of which path to take - to celebrate with them, or to hide in my room with eyes full of tears. Of course I wish them happiness. Of course I wish them the best in the years to come, a happy ever after. But every one guy that becomes attached means one less guy in the pool of fishes I'm looking through.

I wish there was a way I could find out when I would finally find that someone - knowing the destination makes the wait so much more bearable. Not knowing means there is the distinct possibility that I will end up single, despondent and unwanted.

Right now, all I want is a hand to hold, a heart to have, arms to hug me, someone who truly understands me for who I am. Is that too much to ask?

I always grew up getting good grades, especially in high school. My average was always in the 94-95 range and while it wasn't a 100 I really worked for my GPA and am very happy with it. Well, college applications came and I knew I was going to get rejected from Ivy League schools, and I applied to a few state schools and universities around my hometown. Some of my friends got into Harvard and such, but I chose to go to a everyday state college by my house. The reasons being that I don't want to put myself in total debt before I get into the world, and I am very comfortable inside of my home and want to stay close to my boyfriend and family. I am very happy with this, but my friends think I am stupid for not choosing the whole 'college' experience. I just don't want to pack up all of my bags and live with a stranger inside a crappy dorm that I will not be comfortable in. I'm not a loser, but I don't like to drink and do all of that stuff. I just wish my friends would realize that I'm going to college for a career, not for college in itself. With the school I'm going to, I will still continue to work hard and just because it's not Yale it doesn't mean that I won't have a successful career one day.

whenever i dont want to do homework, i read all of the posts on here.

im wasting my life away.

Websites

Man, running a website can REALLY be a drag sometimes. Especially when you're always helping people! ESPECIALLY when these people are blind and don't go looking for anything themselves that's in the most OBVIOUS places! ESPECIALLY when these people don't understand instructions in simple English! ESPECIALLY when you get little to nothing in return for helping!

Sometimes I don't remember why exactly I have a website. I mean, helping people is good, right? But some days there's just TOO many people and TOO many STUPID people!

Is this wrong??????????

my boyfriend makes me do anal sex with him. Now I am used to it, it does not hurt like it did and i because he is soooo turned on by it I do get a bit turned on, but sometimes thats all he wants with me and as a woman it makes me wonder whether I have all the "equipment" he needs or maybe he would like it with a man or maybe he has done it with a man??? I think I am ok with him wanting to be bi or something but he is a regular ass bandit - anyone got ideaz??

BREAKING NEWS LOW LIFE FILMS TO PRODUCE KODYBEAR MOVIE !!!

Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey showed up on the movie set with some important accessories. All of these things were stolen from the Klan of the KodyBear by Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey. This was the reason that he was punished by the Klan with Sodomy. He brought the wrath of the KodyBears upon himself. Lord Magogo! What evil have you done to bring the wrath of the Klan upon you? And about this time down the road came Kody R Bear babbling incessantly packing a raging hard on and a hopper full of strawberry yogurt. And I will strike down upon thee with furious anger those that steal from my brother Bears!
Magogo kind of chimped out when he saw the wonderful toys collected by the Bears. There was a snake skin,a pager,a gold chain,a gold ring and most importantly a KodyBear foot that belonged to Action Kody who begat walking Kody. Magogo often wore the foot around his neck and hid himself high upon a pile of coaxial cable in the East coast electronics shop. One day Kody R Bear pushed him off. Monkey had a box of RG-6 fittings stashed at the bottom of the pile---Monkey fell through that. Since then he kind of developed a speech impediment. Those were the bad times. Now after a successful voice box transplant performed by the esteemed Dr. Surgeon Warren Wesphyn, Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey has been elevated to the position of public service announcer. The Bears and the Monkey will now star in a movie being produced by none other than the Dragon Lord and Lady. They will bring their cinematic skills and production techniques to what will no doubt be Kody R Bear's most ridiculous adventure to date. No longer will he have to slink around on some queer babies site or pose as a dog on Dogster.com. only to be ousted time and time again. This is a landmark event in the history of the Klan and Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey!

well, me

hi
i'm thinking rite now, what i am. you know what, even when you are travelling towards heaven, you will not be 100% sure and satisfied with your answer for the question "WHO ARE YOU?"
very well each one of us may have atleast an answer for this question......as to what i am.....my name, sex, age, social status positions, social roles, and the list goes on and on and on.......well i dont actually remember.....but it goes like this*
i am not what i think i am
i am not what you think i am
but,
i am what i think you think i am. so, whatever one thinks for oneself about oneself, has got to do a lot with how and what others think about one.......

well, me

hi
i'm thinking rite now, what i am. you know what, even when you are travelling towards heaven, you will not be 100% sure and satisfied with your answer for the question "WHO ARE YOU?"
very well each one of us may have atleast an answer for this question......as to what i am.....my name, sex, age, social status positions, social roles, and the list goes on and on and on.......well i dont actually remember.....but it goes like this*
i am not what i think i am
i am not what you think i am
but,
i am what i think you think i am. so, whatever one thinks for oneself about oneself, has got to do a lot with how and what others think about one.......

Things We Believe In

There's been some spirited (no pun intended) discussion on this site lately about faith, and I'm quite surprised at how politely these discussions are going. Some of us believe in God; some don't. Some believe in Jesus, or god, or gods and goddesses, the All, Buddha, Muhammed...it's all good. Believe in SOMETHING, even if it's aliens, or the Beatles, or the Grateful dead, or Phish...oh, wait, I forgot---I can't stand Phish. I got suckered into going to one of their concerts a few years back, and they sucked. But it was okay; some people do like them. There was this one really hammered, drugged-up dude going absolutely nuts, dancing up a storm until in his frenzy he actually broke his ankle! Reminded me of the Pentecostals...

God is watching over us

I believe in God, Jesus Christ his son, Mary the holy mother of God, and the Holy Spirit. No, I do not pray as often as I should and in fact, hardly at all. I am also a person who has sinned; impure thoughts and desires, I lack empathy and sympathy and tend to be rather hard core when dealing with those who have stumbled. I treat most people with respect, say "please" and "thank you", hold open doors for those nearby, and generally I am courteous. I have eaten meat on Friday during lent, used the Lords name in vein, and intentionally missed church simply because I felt like it. I have never cheated on my wife, killed someone, or knowingly went out of way to inflict pain or disparity on anyone. I have cheated on my taxes, and held a hard line with my business dealings that has caused some hardship. So, heaven or hell? I truly do not know. I hope heaven however it seems rather crazy that I can do all these things knowingly and expect that. This is the way I look at it. God is a modern God. He gave us the ability to learn and grow with our knowledge. With knowledge comes the desire to learn more which leads to consistent questioning, after all isn't that how we learn. Yes, I believe in my God. How can someone read the bible and not ask your self this one question; some of this stuff is so literally far out and so incredible, would it be possible for someone to make it all up over 2000 thousand years ago? Yes, someone is definitely watching over us!

Pearly Gates

In the summer of 1963 a black man appeared before the Pearly Gates. He approached St. Peter and asked about getting into Heaven. St. Peter replied,"I'm sorry. That's just not going to be possible." "But wait a minute." the man replied. "Let me explaine something to you. I like white folks. I've lived around white folks all my life. In fact I even married a white woman." With a look of surprise St. Peter replied,"Oh really?When was this?" The man glanced at his watch and said,"about five minutes ago."

Art.......

A couple attending an art exhibition at the National Gallery were
staring at a portrait that had them completely confused. The painting
depicted three very black and totally naked men sitting on a park bench.
Two of the figures had black weenies, but the one in the middle had a pink
weenie. The curator of the gallery realized that they were having
trouble interpreting the painting and offered his assessment. He went on
for nearly half an hour explaining how it depicted the sexual emasculation
of African-Americans in a predominately white, patriarchal society. "In
fact," he pointed out, "some serious critics believe that the
pink weenie also reflects the cultural and sociological oppression
experienced
by gay men in contemporary society."

After the curator left, a young man in a Kentucky T-shirt approached
the couple and said, "Would you like to know what the painting is
really about?" "Now why would you claim to be more of an expert than the
curator of the gallery?" asked the couple. "Because I'm the guy who
painted it," he replied. "In fact, there are no "African-Americans" depicted at
all. They're just three Kentucky coal miners, and the guy in the middle
went home for lunch.

God can't fit into one religion

That's a great line, by the way. Thank you for it.

I'm afraid to be an atheist because when I die, I would like to believe there's more. I have about 60 more Springs, Winters, and Summers left, assuming of course that I live to the age of 80.

I would truly like to believe there is somewhere I can go to if I accidentely get struck by a bus, or if another country attacks my country and everyone dies in a flash of nuclear light. I don't want to have to earn my way to heaven, obey a list of rules or follow a doctrine that tries to control me.

I try to be a good person, I really do. I don't hurt other people purposely or try to be mischevious or obnoxious. I'm a polite, kind and thoughtful person, and I really think that should be enough to grant anyone entry into heaven. If there is such a place.

Christians once told me that the only thing I need to do to gain entry into heaven is to "accept Jesus into your heart." Well, can I still fuck, do drugs, gamble and cuss? Am I to deny that which makes me human? Their response was, "but if you love Jesus, you won't want to do those things. You'll want to follow in his steps." But... sex is great. And cussing helps me to express myself. Gambling is fun and I know drugs are terrible for you but everyone still pops tylenol.

Organized religion really is mind control, but I wish that it wasn't. I wish the bible did not contradict itself, and that it was historically accurate and not based on faith alone that every translation and copied manuscript was identicle to the original documents. I wish God were around today to speak to people and be smart about Christianity.

Seriously, if I were God, I'd come down to earth and say to everyone, "Hey, look at me, I exist, now bask in my everylasting salvation and glory." Just think about all the lives he would save, instead of, you know, muslims, pagans, buddhists going to hell and whatnot. Assuming the doctrine is correct.

I hate the fact that a Christian life is like a test. Follow the rules (which includes "accepting Jesus....") and you'll be issued a score. Don't kill a person +1000 points. Don't have premarital sex +5000 points. Pay your tithe +10000 points.

If I find a belltower and kill 100 people in five minutes however I've accepted Jesus Christ into my heart, will I burn in Hell for it? Will I be condemned by a God who professes everlasting love and forgiveness?

Is the rule that I have to be genuinely sorry for my sins?

I don't know how to end this.

Epstein.......

Epstein graduated law school and wanted to celebrate. He goes to a whorehouse to get laid, but only has nine dollars. He walks up to the madam, inquiring about getting a prostitute for the night.

The madam says, "I have this beautiful blonde here, fresh off the plane from Stockholm, for $50." Epstein told her that he couldn't afford that, and the madam says, "I have this black woman for $10." Epstein says, "I only have nine dollars." The madam tells him, "okay, nine dollars is nine dollars, I'll do you myself." They go upstairs and fuck.

Eighteen years later: Epstein is a successful lawyer with a beautiful wife and kids, a big house, and fancy cars. One day in his law office, the madam walks through his door with an 18 year old boy. She asks, "do you remember me?" Epstein says, "no, should I?"

The madam says, "eighteen years ago, you came into my whorehouse with nine dollars, and I agreed to service you. You got me pregnant, this is your son."

Epstein is no fool. He immediately writes out a check for thirty thousand dollars and hands it to the boy. The boy looks at the signature and asks, "'Murray Epstein'? You mean I'm a lousy Jew??"

Epstein replies, "don't complain kid, you were a dollar away from being a nigger.

I gave a guy a blow job today. I actually enjoyed it. I want to do it again and it doesn't matter who it is, I think I have discovered the joy of sucking cock. I am such a slut but that makes me horny and just thinking about sucking cocks drives me wild, god I must be a total slut.

POULTRY

Dude it's the funniest shit ever! I banged this poultry in the ass and it struggled for the longest time. I raped the crap out of it, until it layed 4 eggs. I then dick slapped that bitch in the beak and it fell unconsious. It kinda hurt my dick, but yeah. Whoever is eating that chicken for dinner is gonna get a surprise in its guts. HAHAHAHA

suggestions

i've noticed that all my posts here are about the same guy that i've been in a relationship with a long time. maybe, its high time i let go off him emotionally, considering that he treats me like shit....i wish i could concentrate on me. any practical solutions to stop thinking about him, caring about him, and calling him?? i've tried to think about all the nasty things that he has done to me. But, i am scared that i will end up feeling bitter about him and our relationship. and, i dont want that...i just want to move on...so, to all of you out there who have had to let go off a long term relationship with someone you loved more than anybosy else on earth, including yourself...please tell me what i can do.

thank you

hate

i hate myself and i hate my life!

sometimes i .........

fantasize about having sex with a very cheap prostitute and then falling in love with her. Then, after we start dating for a couple weeks, I begin to resent that she is a prostitute and try to persuade her to quit that lifestyle. She, in turn, resents me and begins to steal from me while I sleep. I wake up, weeks later, and my entire apartment is gone. I am just sleeping in a bed, with no sheets or pillows , in the parking lot..... and on my chest, written in bright red lipstick is "I AM A GODDAMN HOOKER YOU FAGGOT! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT!"

Usually, after I snap out of this fantasy daydream, I begin to masturbate in anger.

Be someone else

Has anyone ever wanted to someone else? Lately I have been fantasising about being a man. Not that the transgender type so much but a particular man. In fact this man I know quite well and have known for some 11 years in both a personal and nw more so professional capacity. Its really driving me crazy. I think about how he might sense something, what it would be like to be him the way he is and how the world might look like through his eyes. I have even imagined what it would be like to be him and have sex with a woman. Maybe I am a fruitcake. God its so weird. Now I am thinking about what it would be like to be him reading this drivel. Ugh...maybe I should be honest about my feelings for him ugh! Maybe thats why I have come this whole loop because I can't have him anyway. I have been crazy about him since I was 16 and he is ten years and 43 days older than me. Ugh Ugh Ugh - I am a crazy I am crazy
So, anyone else nutty like me?

Foolish

I am an idiot.
I've been working for some time at a job where I've become way to interested in a co-worker, a woman who thinks of me as just a friend. Thing is, I'm married and and I love my wife very much, but for some reason, this new person is just intoxicating to me, and it's driving me nuts.

The reason that I really feel stupid is that now I realize that even if I was single, there is know way in hell she'd ever notice me; our interests, our tastes, and most everything about us is opposite, and I couldn't be her type with major surgery, but yet I feel a connection to her. Why? I don't know.

Another thing is, she's also married. Her husband has nothing nice to say to her half of the time and shows her very little care, at least that what's she's told me. I think this activated some stupid "white knight" complex in me, wanting to help her and make her feel better about herself, which she rightly deserves to do in my opinion. This may sound chauvanistic, but I think that she deserves to be loved by someone and to be appreciated and I really hate it when guys de-value their mates because THEY are insecure about themselves. It sucks, it's wrong IMHO, and I believe that if you want love, you should give it; treat people the way you want to be treated.

Well, I know that this person, whose well-being has become so important to me, can never feel the same way about me. I love my wife more than I can tell you, and would never do anything to hurt her, but I wanted to post this here to get it off of my chest because I feel like I'm going insane. I want to be this person's friend, but I find myself thinking about her too much, about wishing I could be there to tell she's great and that I think love could find her if she drops this idiot she's married to, but that's not my place, is it?

I've been married a long time, but I've never felt this way about anyone else before, and it bothers me to the core; I feel like a high school kid with a crush, and I'm in my 40's.

I see this woman becoming harder, angrier bit by bit, even if she doesn't, and I'm afraid this whole situation is going to tear her up and make her give up, even though I feel she doesn't deserve it, and that there is someone (obviously not ME, but someone,) who could make her life a happy one.

Like I said, I'm feeling dumb, confused, and guilty, even though all I want to do is help, I feel completely useless; all I can do is be nice, hope, and try to be a friend I guess, but it's so hard when you want to tell someone that they're far better than they think.

Why does this feel so confusing? I don't know, but I wish this feeling would go away, then I wouldn't feel this guilt anymore. Why does feeling like you want help feel so bad?

thank god for this blog. i've used it before, but i've never been so thankful for it. i need to ask advice, and cannot let my identitey get out, thus the entrey here.

the quandry

about a year ago, i discovered a personal fantasey of mine, which i'd never realized before - i get really turned on by the thought of being swallowed. i later discovered that it wasn't so wierd to have this fantasey - i found online communities devoted to the concept, vore as it is called. well, after discovering these places, i joined many of them, and began to engage in self-pleasuring activitey. i confessed this to a friend a week ago, and he told me that it was wrong. he explained to me why god doesn't want me to do this, and i realized that he's right. since then i've been doing all i can to try and stop myself, but its so hard! does anyone know of a way to keep myself from doing this? i really want to follow god's path and do what is right. thanks.

My first period =(

Please don't make fun of me but I just got my first period five mins ago...I' just turned 13 years old and I'm really scared to tell my grandma (I live with her) because we don't have any pads or anything and she never really told me anything about it so I'm afraid she's going to be mad at me because I'm too young for getting it or something. Usually she's really nice and bought me bras and stuff but this is a whole new thing and I don't know how she will react. This wash cloth will only hold me for so long, someone help me PLEASE?!

Granola Nazis

I really enjoy the discussions and debates at my favorite pregnancy site, but I have to admit I'm getting annoyed at the people I've started referring to privately as the granola nazis. These people aren't merely pro naturaly childbirth (which would be good) but they are judgmental and completely intolerant of anyone who disagrees with them. I've seen them rake people over the coals behind their backs, for getting tired of being pregnant and considering being induced.

Evidently a good mother must love pregnancy so much that she's willing to go a month overdue, and never admit if she's uncomfortable or if she has health problems. A good mother must never, ever joke about "evicting" wee one. A good mother must think that being pregnant is the be all and end all of motherhood. Induction isn't "natural" so it must be bad.

Well, I'm not sure I agree. I think the urge to be done with pregnancy after 9 months is very natural. I think we're supposed to grow impatient to meet wee one. A mother who is so attached to her pregnancy that she's not impatient to finish it and hold her sweetie, you have to wonder what her real motives are for getting pregnant in the first place.

I believe there's a reason that pregnancy gets so painful and uncomfortable at the end... to make us ready to welcome the end of the pregnancy. It's incentive.

I plan to try for natural childbirth, but pardon me if I use a hospital and a doctor. Pardon me if I don't like the idea of a water birth, or laboring in the nude, and (heaven forfend!) if I have sympathy for those mothers who are impatient to give birth, or fear pain.

I'm half tempted to go make myself a castor oil milkshake right now.

God

Hi, its God here, just dropping a line to say be nice to each other, try to get out and walk a bit, and don't do anything to excess.

I'll be back in another 2,000 years or so.

ciao...

To all of you newcomers to this blog;

All of you newbies need to look at the archives before you start defining what type of blogsite this is. From its beginnings, this blog has had many harsh posts and comments. I am thankful for this site and visit often. I make posts and post comments regularly. I think some of the younger posters do not understand this blog.
This blog is for anyone who wants to get something off his or her chest. That is very simple. This site is not only for the kinder and gentler blogger but also for the harsh and wicked blogger. We all have a place here. This blog is very democratic. It is a good place to practice democracy. If you agree or disagree with a post, make a comment. Do not get pissed off if a post is rude simply disregard it. It is not anyone’s place to be “SICK AND TIRED” of ones ranting. Learn how to use this wonderful blog and you will be much happier.
Now all of you whiners can FUCK OFF!
Thank You,
Commenter #7

Hey you...

Can you feel it? It's all aorund us! Happening right now. As I write these words I know it's out there. It's exciting and invigorating! It has so much to offer. It can be challenging! Oh yes it can. But it can also be rewarding!

But there's a catch. You won't find it sitting where you are. Nope, you have to go get it. It's not on the key board or in your hard drive. Not in the computer desk or in the computer room. You have to venture out to find it. Go ahead...get up. Don't follow that well worn path between your computer desk and the refrigerator because that won't take you to where it is. Follow the light coming through the window in the front door. Yes, that's it! Follow the light. Don't be drawn back in to the dark cavern with the video games and chat rooms! It's power is strong and pulling you back but I have faith in you!

Now, do you see that shiny circular object just above your waist on the door. That's it..we still call it a door knob. Grab it and turn in either direction. Don't be afraid! It won't hurt you. Now slowly, so as not to expose yourself to the light too suddenly, pull the door toward you and open it.

Easy now!!! Don't slam it closed. I know your eyes are irritated right now but as they become accustomed to the bright light from the sun they will adjust. A few of you may recieve a sudden and slightly painful burning feeling on areas of exposed skin. That's would be the sunshine burning through your pasty skin but don't you quit on me!!! If you're feeling a cool sensation on your skin it is a breeze. It's similar to the mechanically generated one produced by the fan in your computer. It won't harm you.

OK were almost there. whew, I know this has been difficult but soon it will pay off. I'm going to ask you to do something that you may not have done in a long time. I promise I won't lead you astray. Before we go any further though I want you to look down. Is there anything covering your body other than the pizza sauce and cheetos crumbs on your chest? Are you still wearing those dingy, two size too small Mr Spock undies that haven't seen the washer since AOL was introduced? If not you may have to stop at this point and return to the room where you store clothing. To some it's known as the bedroom. Yes, it is in your house but not between the computer and the refrigerator so you may have to do some searching. Leave the door open so you can follow the fresh air back. Once you are dressed return to the front door.

Ok, here we are. The "pay off" is only a step away. What I want you to do now is step out of the house! No, I'm not kidding. Go ahead...take a step. Either foot will do and then follow with the other. Outstanding!!! You did it.

Can you feel it? That is exactly what I was talking about. It's LIFE!!! Who would have thought it was only a few steps away. Now I don't want to overwhelm you all at once so here's the plan. Everyday I would like you to repeat this exercise but each time add one more step. Before you know it you will be on your way to picking a destination!

Good luck and keep in mind...that hot young college girl you have been talking to in the chat room may just be my Uncle Eddie. The overweight one with the wandering eye and the club foot.

Come On People!

What ever happened to "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all?"

A couple of things that I've read on this website go beyond simple ranting and raving, expressing one's views, or simple creativity (which is what I thought this blog was for). It has morphed into something mean-spirited, childish, and ignorant.

I AM SICK AND TIRED OF IT!

The is the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! We all have the right to express our opinions, but it doesn't mean that we should use that power to cut others down.

I'm done lecturing... You people honestly don't care. You're the reason Americans are perceived as ignorant.

Fuck all of you peple who look at this shit

This web page is for faggots and losers, oh and bitches too. All of you cock suckers and lick the froth off my dick and have it washed with liquid soap water.

It's Scary in the Closet

It's time again for that 4000 year old question, why are Jews treated like shit? I mean it... Back when the torah was translated into greek, latin, and then german, some mistranslations popped up along the way. One of them being a claim that moses was horned. This was then used to justify so many horrible things... genocide, holocaust, just plain crulety from non-Jews. And why? What have we done to you?

You tell your children that we are evil, and to be hated... you complement Hitler, Stalin, and to a lesser extent the PLO. You claim we eat matzoh dipped in blood. Why?

And it doesn't help that the only time Jews are portrayed in theatre, film or literature is as holocaust victims, or stereotypical "jewish best friends" so they have an excuse to use yiddish and do a hanukkah episode. (I have yet to see any Olpan used... hebrew isn't good enough for the hebrews, I guess.)

But, back on topic, THAT is why I denied my religion for three years. That is why I pretended to be buddist, athiest, and new-age. I abandoned all my friends in the congregation. But not anymore. I'm Jewish for fuck's sake.

My friends are worried to put a Jewish bumper sticker on their car because they fear someone will smash their windshield or key their car. Just last year, there were swastikas sprayed on the synagouge doors in the next city over.

It's wierd. Sixty years later, anti-semitism is still going strong. Wouldn't people have learned their lesson?

--Nick

l

Oh Geez...

I was going to send this letter in jest... I was seriously perterbed about my notebook. However, I found it right before I was about to send the letter… it was in the break room.

Besides, I don't think my boss would have been too impressed…
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To: Lab Assistants
From: Dan The Man
Subject: To all my underlings…

It seems that someone has pilfered my portfolio. Inside this most important item are disks with information critical to the future. Furthermore, there are hard-copy documents that I am quite fond of… or was fond of at one time.

Should I not locate my missing item(s), I will reign down upon the lab an era of terror and destruction (see footnotes) the likes of which none but my extinct enemies have seen. If that happens, I would plan on:

* Implementing a slave auction for your families, by which time you
will have want to have said your goodbyes.
* Enforcing the strong rationing of food items within the OE lab
area, as well as the surrounding rooms.
* All students and staff would pay a 16% weekly tribute to me in
order to offset the cost of my mental anguish.
* Men must bow to at least shoulder height when they are in my
presence, and women would be required to curtsey.
* Matters involving injustice would be dealt with by an appointed
supreme ruler (me) and vengeance will be exacted on behalf of
those judged innocent.
* Public beheadings would cost admission, and front row seats for
blood-spray would be reserved for royalty only.
o Umbrellas will be provided free-of-charge.
* Staff members will be required to wear clothes that suit their
genetic predisposition:
o t-shirt and shorts for the men
o tube-top with mini-skirt for the women
o Paper bags for the ugly people
* Bathing would be mandatory: anyone caught not-bathing for a period
of longer than two days will be sent through the local car-wash.
* I will also have to insist on the use of strong(er) deodorant.
* Some ‘bling-bling' will be allowed.

Consequently, this will also mean that wages will need to be cut, and working hours extended to meet the standards of your god, Me. Yes, I have moved up in the world since the last paragraph. You can't imagine how hard it is to make time for an Unreal Tournament LAN party when you're constantly at odds with those who think of you as an evil dictator…

This is war gentlemen. None will be spared.

Your benevolent ruler and justice-incarnate:

D.Man

Footnotes: If, in the remote chance that I did something stupid… like put the binder in my backpack, leave it somewhere so high up only I could find it, or simply forget where I put it last… then you have my apologies in advance, and I hope the auctioning of your families and the penal colony-style management doesn't negatively affect our working relationship.

Alien visitors cont...

Its now been over a year since it arrived in my home. Its makes forays outside. I am not sure where it goes or what it does but it seem to be working to some sort of plan that is based on acquring different items of mainly female clothing. Every so often it brings in food it has bought and prepares it for me. I am expected to eat at set times. It also don't like sport or beer!

I remember being controlled by these types of aliens once before. It seemed like forever but I was able to escape. The older ones can be very controlling and insist on feeding you and making sure you wear particular types of clothing and always demand you tell them where you are going.

This younger one that now controls my house seems to be closer to my age. Its quite scary to think about how they work their way into your life and home. It must be part of their alien culture that makes them seem like they really want to be friendly and actually like you.

Since this one has been here, I find that any money I have is somehow "re-allocated". I now have to catch a bus to work instead of driving my car and I have take food from home - apparently take-out is evil to this being.

The very scary parts are now being planned even while I am around. Apparently there is going to be some sort of alien ceremony where the one controlling my house will have others like it prepare a feast. There seems to be a lot of fuss about a dress one has to wear and then all these others come here a lot and look at pictures of others in dresses. I don't know what to do. I am getting very confused because the one that is here all the time AND insists on sleeping in my bed with me! Keeps asking what I like to eat and what colors I like, what music I like and when will my brother return phone calles. I am scared for my friends because it keeps asking which ones should come to this ceremony. I might be able to find out if this one would just let me see them alone. I tried to get out to Marty's place but this one controlling me insisted on coming. Marty has never forgiven me. He was ok and lived by himself but before you know it my one had found him one. I was told this was because it was better for us if my friends had one living with me like I have.

I know we are being taken over. I have tried to tell the Homeland Security but whenever I call I usually get someone that sounds like the one that has taken over my home / life - Proof of the takeover I am sure. When I get someone like me they just laugh at me and tell me stop being a nut! More Proof!

Its bad and getting worse. All my underwear was thrown out today and new underwear was put in. It still insists on sleeping in my bed and got very angry when I suggested I might stay over at joe's place when I was going there to watch a game on cable. Very scary - insisted on driving me there and then picking me up.

Get out while you can people. They are here to stay and will control our lives and even have a breeding program. The one that has me keeps talking about a nursery and little ones...once the ceremony is done. God I am scared.

Its watching me as I type. Sitting on the sofa, legs curled up and playing with its hair that it spends a lot of time grooming. It wants me to sit next to it, but I know what it is doing. It knows how to control me. Its been several days since it made me do it to it and it knows that I will do anything it wants when it lets me get close to it. I can't help it. The smell and look seem to take over my mind and I am engage in physical acts with it that feel very good but I know this is just part of the control process. Man this is bad.

Oh no gotta go, its doing that thing with its tongue...

So.....

So I found another thing to look at today. So it was ok but not as ok as what I got to look at yesterday. So its different today to what it is was yesterday. So I don't think that matters. Maybe it does matter. So I don't think it matters to me. Maybe it matters to someone else. So thats ok if it matters to someone else and not me.

So....its all just so....

im brilliant

i am a brillian person, but i have crippled myself by creating a personalitly that keeps me from expressiing myself because of a sever fear of being pretentios or obnoxios or sshort of perfect.
every once and a while i have huge breakdowns where i cry for hours because i hate myself.

but im going to stop, because i dont think im a cool enought person to have breakdowns

i fucking hate society. actually its the society in my mind that i hate

I just need to kill myself

I am so depressed right now. Nothing good happens anymore, I don't enjoy the things i used to, im not as good at the things that i though i was. i hate the way i look, talk, walk, eat, breath, I hate my existence. i am battleing beween being loyal to my family or hanging out with my old buddies and getting high, the only reason i dont, is because i cant stand to make them sad. the only thing lower my self respect is my self esteem. i really like this girl, and she might like me, but how can i be in a relationship if i can barely walk across the room without wanting to cry.
my life has nothing, i will not be able to interact with other humans if i still have such low self esteem. i am atractive guy, i know that, but i am about 30 pounds overweight. and in todays society, if you are not perfect, you are not human.
I am good at a few sports, but i cant stand to do them because im thinking about what i look like

if this keeps up, i will kill myself.

I never understood why somone would kill themselves, but now i see its the only thing to end the pain of existence.

So just what exactly should i talk about. Should i talk about the things i like or dislike. Maybe some incessant ramblings. Oh, i'm doing that already. Hi honey, I'm home! How's the wife and kids? I haven't seen you in so long. What would you like for dinner? That son-of-a-bitch! If he says one mor thing to me I'm going to seriously fuck him up! Are there any clean towels in the linen closet? Did you give the dog fresh water? Oh, easy, don't do that. That's better. I have to stop and get milk and gas. Your mother called. Do you know what the child did? That's it! I've just about had enough! Your mother called. Where do you want to go tomorow? What's the chances of that ever happening again? Do you really think all this is necessary? What happened? I locked all the doors. Do you mind? Turn that light out. Just what exactly do you call yourself doing? Haven't you had enough yet? I jsut got the tax check back in the mail. Well, what color do you like? Fire up the grill. Maybe tomorow. What's wrong with that? How would you like it if someone did that to you? Oh! That feels good! Keep your legs closed, you're drawing flies! Thank you very much!

La Fille Danse

I did a foolish thing.

I broke up with my old girlfriend (L), and two weeks later ended up going out with her best friend (K). This was five months ago, and I've never been happier. K has gone through some serious shit in the past few years. She was sexually abused by one of her 'friends', and since then has blamed herself. This has led to self-harm and general feelings of worthlessness. Since we've been going out, she seems happy for the first time in years. I know I've had a positive impact on her life.

The only problem is L. Understandably, she's never been happy with us being together, but things are getting intolerable. Constant sniping, spreading rumours, taunts whenever my girlfriend's alone... as much as I don't want it to, I can't stop it getting to me. I've been threatened twice by her new 'boyfriend'- I use the term loosely; he doesn't consider himself anything of the sort, but it doesn't stop him using her for sex. She doesn't seem to mind. Truth is, she's been whoring herself around for the past five months at least (and although I can't prove it, I have strong suspicions she was doing the same while we were together).

The thing is, I have no idea how I can stop it. It just about kills me to see what she's doing to K, but she won't listen. She's taking her back to the times when she was depressed and alone, and I can't help her. It's all my fault, but what can I do?

That is all.

opinions

I'm engaged to an amazing woman. We have been living together for 16 months and we have a great relationship. I would love to spend the rest of my life with her. Unfortunately her daughter and I don't get along. She doesn't like me and I don't enjoy her company either. She's only seven but it is becoming more obvious by the day that she would love to see me out of the picture.

Her attidtude toward me is fueled by some of my fiance's relatives who dislike me. These relatives have been a big part of her daughters life and in my opinion are responsible for many of her psychological and social problems. These relatives and her daughters attitude have been discussed in great detail on many occassions with little or no resolution. My fiance is sympathetic to the situation but feels she has no control over it.

We haven't set a date to be married but my fiance is becoming impatient. I'll also add that when I proposed to my fiance we were under the impression that her daugher was warming up to the idea of having me around. Since that time she has done a 180 and is becoming even more obnoxious and defiant.
I know it's a package deal. I guess my question is.......would I be taking too much risk by getting married and hoping that she will change?

Greatness Personified

Dusty Springfield was the greatest singer of her time

Just a thought

I can't help but think if I had planned my life out just a little bit more, I would be in a much better place right now.

Hey Kody R Bear

Shut the fuck up, no one reads your posts. And stop replying to your own entries.

what do you think?

alrite...here i am whining again...but, it just hurts. s, i am putting my issue out there to hear what all of you think. i am tired of family and friends telling me what to do. they dont seem to understand the feeling. its all about "let's fix it."

I had to break up with this giy I have been dating for 6 years now. It is really painful. I still continue to call him...long distance at that. and, try to distance myself away from him. But, what hurts the most is that everytime I call this guy, he asks me why I am calling him? I mean I feel like I am fircing myself on him. And, yet he still says that he loves me during times we get emotional. We cant be together because my folks will not approve it. We are from two different religious backgrounds and that is not acceptable. It is not like that he was aware of this suddenly. I mean right from the time we started going around, I always told him about this and always encouraged that we break up as I may end up hurting him in the end. But, he insisted that we continue seeing eachother, and here we are 6 years later. And, now he acts like he is all over me in 1 -2 months. He also wont tell me about anything that is goin on in his life, while he continues to be my best friend. I know that I will not go around with anyone else. The next guy I meet will be the one I marry. You see, in my culture, arranged marriage is still big. But, why does it hurt me so? I mean I want him to have a life, see new people and not mope over me. But, it would kill me if I came to know that he was seeing someone. I do not think I will be able to handle that at all. And, I feel that he does have feelings for someone else. But, he is just notletting me know. I am hurt coz he is not telling me the truth, and I am hurt to know that I can be so quickly replaced.

I dont know how to deal with all of this. Maybe, if I came to know for sure that he was seeing someone else, I will be able to move on....I dont know. Maybe, I just need to do what he is doin nevertheless, and move on...not call him, not keep in touch. But, the thing is that I dont want to do that...I mean 6 years is a long time, and I would like for us to be atleast friends...But, he just does not seem to show anu inclination. It just breaks my heart to know that someone could get over 6 years so quick...

I dont know what is wrong with me? I wish life would just move on coz it is really difficul living every moment of it...

Venting

I remember an earlier entry where someone asked if fairy tale endings do exist, whether people live happily ever after. I believe it is possible, and that's why I strive for the fairy tale.

There is an old episode of Ally McBeal, back when the show was good, before Peter McNicol took over and remade it into a weird convoluted mess, where this grossly overweight lawyer made an attempt to win Ally's heart. There is a line from that episode that's always stuck with me, something that Renee says when she and Ally were strategizing to ward off Mr. Lardo, that goes, "The funny thing is, if this was a movie, we'd be rooting for him right now."

The truth is, fairy tales aren't easy. People aren't happy fulfilled because things fall into place. They are that because they work for it, because they're willing to take the hard road and the risks that would most likely leave them broken and depressed. Those of us who want the fairy tale and actually go out and make it for ourselves, we are not the glamorized heros and heroines of movies, but the laughed at and avoided madmen who are critized for not taking our heads out of the clouds and put our feet back on the ground.

Last year, for my New Year's resolution, I decided I would be the fat lawyer. I got a bottle of wine, a bouquet of roses, and a card with a hand-written poem and brought it to her door, to where she was staying with her aunt. I was ready to beg to see her, ready to reconnect and apologize and win her back. Her aunt opened the door with an amused look, told me she doesn't love me anymore, that she doesn't live there anymore, but would let her know I stopped by.

Looking back, it was pretty amusing. I've tried before, tried so many times, but each time it's blown up in my face. I am reminded of that eisode of Friends, when Monica told Ross to go after Emily, and Joey goes,

"Well sure. First you tell her you love her and she doesn't say it back. Then she calls you and tells you she's seeing someone else, so yeah, go to London. That'll scare her!"

That ended well for Ross, but Emily came to look for him. It wasn't just him being stalker-ishly persistent; she reciprocated. That's not the case with me.

I think there are only so many grand gestures one can make before he goes from the hopelessly romantic to the desperately scary. I think I will have to wait for her now. I mean, that's a sign right? When the girl avoids you like the plague, doesn't speak to you, doesn't see you in like, forever, that's a sign, right? It means "Leave me alone", right?

I have left her alone, for more than a year now. And I will continue to leave her alone, despite missing her, despite the dreams and the memories and the fat lawyer in me going, "You still have a chance! Go for it!" If she loves me back, she'll come find me.

Happily ever after is an uphill battle. And sometimes it's not up to you. It's up to the love of your life...

This has been a rant. Thank you for listening.

So Empty

I don't know why I have nothing to say these days, I don't feel like talking anymore, I'm empty . I'm just wondering where this will lead me, I feel lonely and miserable but don't feel like meeting people or having a chat. The worst thing is that I have to talk for my job, I'm a teacher, and well I do my best doing my job but it's a real pain having to pretend everything is ok when it's not. I don't know what's wrong, I'm locking up little by little.

To Emily:

It's not that I'm not able to do things, I read a lot, I have hobbies but I just don't find any sense to my life at the moment.

KODYBEAR WEB PAGE !!!

In his effort to take over the internet His Excellency KodyBear has published a web page! There you may see pictures of His Eminence and his humble servant Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey. It is a little known fact that in 2003 Magogo was modified by Dr. Warren Westphyn. At the time Dr. Wesphyn was working in an East coast consumer level electronics store. There,working late into the night, the good doctor removed Magogo's Macarena sound card and installed a sampling card taken from Action Kody who had been involved in an auto accident. Upon the installation of the new card Magogo developed his talent for mimicry. Also much to his delight his foot now lit up and blinked when he spoke. Not to stop there Dr. Wesphyn then installed a Jimmy Nuetron toy in Action Kody who then became Walking Kody. The only one in the world. It should also be noted that Magogo is the worlds first and only talking macarena monkey. You may visit the page at

http://Kody.R.Bear.googlepages.com/home

His Excellency wishes to thank you for your continued support.

CS Lewis

the CS Lewis quotes are really getting old and overdone. there are more great thinkers out there, you know.

i'm only 19 years old. i have an $8000 debt to pay and a $2308 student loan to pay and i just applied for my faculty awaiting for my acceptance letter in june at the university. i have been working as an outbound market interviewer that did not give me my raise for a year now because of shift requirements that i did not meet due to school. i hate this company so much because they constantly monitor you and give you 'pointers'. i believe that it is a racist company in some sort, all of the people who work as supervisors and do the monitoring are white. sometimes i see that place almost like a sweatshop with the marginalized subordinates heaving and hoeing and the whites striking their whips. i'm just sick of that place so i have been applying for jobs as of the moment and it's been taking a lot of my time from studying and concentrating. i haven't been getting the A's but C's in most of my classes because I've been multi tasking a lot of what I've been doing. its so hard.. my boyfriend says everything will be alright but its just so hard. i have an interview at a home care this week and hopefully that does well. i'm just really worried about my debts and faculty accepting or rejecting me this year. i believe its been giving me anxiety problems..my boyfriend is getting annoyed and everytime i tell him this, we get into huge arguments about it. i'm really really stressed.

They're taking it away!

I'm so depressed, they're taking it away from me! I have this beautiful ranch, with all sorts of games, gizmos, and fun rides. Every so often I would hold parties and invite all my young friends to come over, but now, the government is taking it away from me! Recent complications in my life have forced me to not pay for the taxes or the staff for the last couple of months. I tried taking out a hold equity loan, but that didn't work. It is a lot of money (over $400,000). Tito and Jermaine can't help me out because they've been unemployed and broke for the past few years. Janet won't talk to me. I'm being forced to move in with mom and dad. Please, someone help me! Please, don't let them take away this wonderful wonderland that I call Neverland! Do it for the kids, make them happy!

people on the net

why do people put so many pictures of themselves on the net like people on friendster?

800th Entry

I miss you.

God the condescending

I used to attend a Pentecostal youth group. Before the activities began, we usually sang hymns or contemporary christian songs. Every few weeks though we'd just sing and pray for the entire night.

This is when I lost my faith.

They prayed for everyone who was not a christian. They wept. They truly felt sorry for more than three quarters of the world for not 'opening their hearts to jesus christ'. They looked down on everyone who was unlike them.

The Nazis felt the same way about Jews. Except with killing and stuff.

These christians are some of the most condescending pieces of shit I have ever met in my life. Muslims are obviously on the path to one of the seven rings of Hell. I mean, shit, they don't look happy with their religion or beliefs. They must be prayed for. And how about those fucking chinese? What's up with Buddhism? Forget that fat asshole and come over to J.C, king of kings, lord of all.

Those christians in that fucking pentecostal church truly believed they were so pure. They would ONLY listen to -christian- music. That is, music composed and performed by christians about christianity.

They try to purge their minds of everything dirty and inately human. They think they're better for it. Give me a break- I've seen many people in the congregation openly confess (in a time of intense prayer) that they have swayed from the teachings of christ and indulged in some of their human desires. Not just once, but many times, over the course of years.

Fuck you for trying to convert us. Fuck you for feeling sorry for us. Fuck you for praying for us. Fuck you and your deluded salvation.

Also, fuck you Marguerite Perrin for being such an ignorant bitch on television. You make me sick.

i can't help it

i miss him all the time
even if it's just for ten minutes.

BREAKING NEWS FLASH !!

ASSOCIATED PRESS RELEASE

BREAKING NEWS!

Magogo rights abuses result in tradgedy at an East coast electronics store. "They broke the goddamm monkey's leg", said one unidentified witness. Clan leader Kody R Bear was unavailable for comment however staements made by Action Kody implied that nothing out of the ordinary was going on and that the monkey simply fell down a flight of stairs. An attempt was made to interview Magogo but all the poor animal could say was "Help me daddy".

Follow this story Monday at 9:30 A.M. when we will interview Dr. Warren Wesphin. Dr. Wesphin ,creator of Walking Kody, is known throughout the store and in his own mind as an expert in Kody engineering and bear phsycology. The interview will focus on the

behavioral aspects of the bears and the impact of Magogos and Kodybears on modern american society. It is anticipated that Wesphin will comment on the Kody foot worn around the neck of Magogo. Not all Magogos display this type of behavior and it is believed that the foot may have had something to do with the violence which occurred last night

MET,ROAD,TRIPPED AND WALKED AWAY

Once I was taking a greyhound bus from Norfolk To Huntington. I was 18 at the time and met a kid on the bus a year younger than me. We hit it off pretty good and against my better jugement I turned him on to a hit of really good acid. We laughed so hard and had such a good time that on one occassion the driver wanted to kick us off the bus. It was a beautiful time. As he was departing I realized that we did not even know each others name. As I started to introduce myself after an eight hour trip he stopped me and said,"no. Don't. You'll spoil it". That was twenty five years ago.

Spanish Ghosts

A jumbled mess that needs to be weeded of all things unnecessary;
Organization attempted, but certainly unsuccessful thus far in my life.
How do I keep all of the good and bad memories straight -
Straight when I don't even know what I truly felt even 3 years on?

Your sense of humor, your humanity, your depth, your intelligence:
They all haunt me to this day... and I wonder why you bothered.
Why did you hurt me so? Why did you give me just a taste...
A taste of what our life could be together as more than friends?

You certainly had no intentions with me; I was more of a sister...
Why didn't you set me free when you had a chance? You coward.
Your lucky another man came along to clean up your mess and more.
He gave me all I needed without any obligation or false pretense.

He simply was there for me in a way that you never could be.
You are and always will be too much like my Dad - SELFISH.
And you're the one who is going to have to live with his actions and regret.
I'd love to say "Eat Shit and Die," but I wish you no harm.

For I know someday someone will do the very same unto you.
And I won't be able to be there to pick up all the pieces.
I ended up happy in this whole mess, which is more than I ever dreamed.
Wish you luck with all you do, but I do hope that you realize what you did to me.

I hope that one day something occurs in your life to give you pause,
And remember a winter in Madrid with a girl who at one time loved you -
A girl who cried herself to sleep wanting simply to kiss you and maybe more...
A girl who met you in Mexico and rehashed years of old memories...

I hope that you realize that you did her a huge favor... You let her go.
You let her go and find the true love that was just waiting for her...
You freed her from the pressure of having to always acheive, strive, wander.
You allowed her to see that not all men are selfish... Though you never knew it.

You may never know what an impact you had on her life, but she wishes you did.
She wishes she could see you there on the corner, cigarette in hand;
Looking more sophisticated than ever, you give her a nod and a smile...
And you say "Here's Looking At You, Kid," and she'd get the joke.

Torn

I have many women who want me, but the only one I really want is the one who divorced me.

There is the one who broke it off and now regrets it. There is the one who has never lost hope. There is the one that I share a bed with. But the only one I cry over is the one who divorced me because I have a child with her.

It hasn't happened yet but it will.
Each time we get a little closer.
Without prejudice.
Without judgement.
Just two people who wish to love one another's bodies and souls.

Met, Talked, Fucked and Walked Away

today i got fucked by a guy and i dont even know him. I met him at the park. we were just sitting there on the same bench. wetalked about how nice the day was. hetold me his day at work was boring, I told him I felt the same. we made some more small talk. I said that would'nt be great if we could just do whatever we wanted whenever, not so anyone got hurt, but just that freedom to be. He agreed and said like if you wanted to make to love to a stranger. I agreed and found the thought totally wild. Immediately I said back to him, like if i wanted you to make love to me. he said yes. Literally within minutes we were behind the bushes and fucking. It was raw, wild and spontaneous. I felt so free. When we finished we just walked off in different directions. two strangers who met, talked, fucked and walked away. The wonderful memory will last with me forever.

KodyBear

I just had the most singular experience of my life. I was in an electronics store on the East Coast buying a cell phone charger. Suddenly out came a group of animatronic bears. They attacked me. They drug me into the back room and sodomized me! One of the bears had a hydraulic penis and it really hurt! He kept stuttering something like "Kody love Daddy" before injecting about 2 quarts of strawberry yogurt into my ass. The whole time this was going on there was one of those singing macarena monkeys was sitting on top of a stack of rolled up coaxial cable observing the whole event! At first I was afraid to speak of this but now I must let the world know------I think I was victimized by the Klan Of The KodyBear!

Hip Hop Generator

I have a great idea for a software program that will produce hip hop music. No longer will negros need to toil hour after hour in a studio pretending to be musicians. My new program will accept as input a group of words to define the central theme of the composition. For example one could enter, drugs,dope,guns,muthafuka,ass,shake. The next input field would accept mp3 files of songs to be plagiarized. Simple enough so far for a monkey to operate huh? Next a simple keyboard part needs to be assigned.Unless you hit the "harmony Over Ride button" and enter a password you will not be able to play more than one note at a time. Keyboard parts a re limited to five notes in case you want a pentatonic scale. Next pick a bass note. you will only need one. Now hit the "rhythm generate" button. My software will produce a mindless pattern of notes tied over the bar line and some rests. What the hell. Does it really matter? The theme words you have entered will be assigned to the generated note on note off data. So far so good. You've almost got a ghetto hit. Now you will need to enter a simple repetitive vocal part. My software will allow you 4 seconds of sampling. Hey! This has got to be cost effective as you will need most of your money to feed your drug habit and buy cheap malt liquor. Back to that vocal part. Find the nearest female and have her scream "shake that ass" into the mic. Now all you have to do is mix and be sure to use a lot of effects.

Kody

She is back

I was madly in love with her when she dumped me 15 months ago in a very brutal way. Since then I have seen her once and she has e-mailed me maybe four times never conveying any feelings toward me. Now I'm engaged and she e-mails me to tell me how happy she is for me. Along with an entire paragragh explaining how she "sacrificed" her happiness for mine. that's right, she gave up our wonderful relationship because she couldn't give me a child. That's funny because I said I was fine with not having children. She regrets throwing it all away now. But again she is "happy for me".

Why do women fuck with guys like this? Is it some sort of chemical inbalance?

How can I stop being such a...?

Allright so I do everything untill the last minute... how can I fix this? ... I barely get any sleep... I tried to do my work a week before but somehow it allways ends up being like that... I allways think about other stuff while I try to do my work do I have a mental problem?

The things I think about are girls all the time No im not 10 or 12 Im OLD!!! no grandpa old though AGE:18 ... when I think about them I don't think about sex I just daydream about them... also I think about the future and I get worried... I know I shouldn't but I'm like that.

What helps you guys focus? I tried music and that didn't help... so any help would be great ... You know what? How can I stop thinking about sex and girls and worrying and all of those all together...

God I hope im not mental, or ADHD or anything like that

WTF

Everyday when I get home from work it's the same shit. She finds an excuse to drop the baby in my lap and I'm stuck on the couch for hours. I understand that she has him the whole time I'm at work but come on! And it's not that I don't enjoy holding my son and spending time with him but how about giving me an hour or so to relax! I feel like I go straight from work to work at home.

She argues that she can't get anything done around the house while I'm at work because she has the baby. Well maybe she shouldn't stay at her friends house from the time she drops her daughter off at school until she picks her up in the afternoon. Of course she doesn't get anything done around the house, she's only there for two and a half hours and then she has both kids.

I don't understand all of these "professionals" who say that the mothers break starts when the man walks through to door after work. When do we get our break!!!!!

Thanks for letting me vent. Have a great day.

Now continued

And oh yes!!

Today, Happy Birthday to me!! I turn 24!!

Now

Today, I will not worry about the future
Today, I will not cry about the past
Today, I will not be consumed in self-pity
Today, I will live to live and not live to survive
Today, I will be happy to be me
Today, I shall be true to myself
Today, my parents will not control my life
Today, I will live for me
Today, there will not be any longing
Today, I let go off the past
Today, I will love and not expect anything in return
Today, I will love myself unconditionally
Today, I will be happy
Today, I will live for now
And now, I must sign off

Masturbation

So..well here it is....I masturbate... a lot...well I thinks it a lot. So yes to you guys in class today girls masturbate...sometimes a lot...like I have sometimes done it three times a day.
Yes I like having sex but I love to masturbate. No I don't need any fancy toys, household implements do nicely.

So there, I am a masturbater and proud of it!!

One year, Six months

There's this song by this band. One year, Six Months by Yellowcard. I can't stop playing it on my ipod...

I'm so scared of what is to come... because I don't know.

Fat ex and fat ex's new fat wife

I want to know how they make love to the sound of all that blubber pounding against each other? How disgusting that must be. And now, of all things the wife is pregnant. Does she not know that obesity is a killer, and pregnancy is so much harder for a fat woman than a woman of normal size? He is too old and is sperm is a carrier for many gene disorders for his future child. How selfish are people anyway? They have so much class, burping and farting on each other....what's up with that? Do these two actually deserve each other, me thinks so.. Do you think the baby will also be fat, me thinks so.

Just a Soul

I am just a soul whose intentions are good
Lord, I am just a soul whose intentions are good
please don't let me be misunderstood

Oh baby don't you know I am human I have thoughts like everyone

I am just a soul whose intentions are good
Lord, I am just a soul whose intentions are good
please don't let me be misunderstood

These guys were so GREAT !!

The Animals

George Bush Is An Idiot

He claims that he knew nothing about a Dubai based company purchasing the contract to manage several of this country's most important ports. He has to be lying. Why would he threaten to veto congress from blocking this absurd transaction? In this time of war I would think that our port security would be important. Am I the only one who notices this bullshit? Help me out here.

Movie Endings

Does anyone really have those? You know, chick-flick movie endings in real life...where the guy chases down the girl he loves/& lost to the airport before she leaves the country, to the church before she marries 'the wrong guy'...things of this nature. Does it ever happen in real life? Does anyone want to share one?

I hate the way I love you. Depending on where you're standing it's either head over heels infatuation or deluded obsession. There's such a fine line you may as well not look for it.

You switched countries on us and since then I'm pretty sure something inside of me died and left a crevice shaped void of emptyness in my chest.

I was just about to list all the things I adore about you, but it's easier for me to say that I love everything down to the last dirty, filthy, dark secret and imperfection about you.

Even the time you shit your pants.

I miss you so much my dreams remind me of you when I forget to remember. We usually run around, hand in hand, in a ridiculously stupid manner and sometimes you sit in trees and tell me what you think about this and that. Sometimes I put my head on your shoulder and take a nap, only to wake in my bed alone and glazed in sweat, wondering why the fuck I had to wake up at all.

The selfish part is that you make me feel complete. The unselfish part is that I'd give you every last drop of my soul if you'd just come back and try to stay.

I miss you so much I could cry.

I hate the way I love you.

How Dare They

Since like forever we have been together
Since like I can't remember he was mine and I was his
Since when was there another between our love
Since when did he need to make excuses to stay away
Since SHE came HERE and now he is gone from me
HOW DARE HE take our life and love and flush it all away
How Dare He twist my heart and tear our family apart
How Dare she call me and tell me all will be well once the hurt has gone
How DARE SHE and HE think the hurt will ever go
Never Forget and NEVER FORGIVE their duplicity and greed
HOW DARE THEY !!!

Penis size ?

Okay, its the age old question! Does size count? I have been married for years and my wife says "no, size does not matter". Now understand, I do not think I'm small, when I am fully erect I am slightly longer than 7 inches and about 2" in girth. So honestly, what is the average and what does matter. Ladies speak freely. Incidently, this entire subject was being discussed at a dinner party we attended and it made me start to wonder. The overall attitude at dinner was size did count and in a big way. This site being anonymous, should lead to the truth and answer this question once and for all.

Check It Out

Check out my blogs Ramblings of a Misguided Blonde (russelllindsey.blogspot.com) and Writings of a Misguided Blonde (lindseyjrussell.blogspot.com).

I'd really enjoy constructive criticism.

Thanks...

L

Hey You In Seattle

You posted this comment "Is the same KodyBear that posted about the DARE County Jail last fall? I had an experience there that I just related as a comment to the original post. I think all will find it an amusing and educational anecdote."

It was in reference to a comment that you made about an original post talking about the Dare county Jail. I would like to comment about the woman you spoke of that murdered those four young ladies. You wrote this,” I’ll just mention that there was a poor girl in there with me, of Native American heritage. I think she was about 20. She had an alcohol problem, and had gotten one or two DUIs previously. Then one night she was blacked out, driving back home, and crashed into a car containing four blonde teenage girls from New Jersey, killing them instantly. She came to in jail the next day, with no memory of what happened, and was told that she'd killed four girls. She didn't speak for months after that. At the time I met her, she'd been in county for over a year, and had yet to get even her preliminary trial (because it was such a big case, they were taking their time). She was a vegetarian, so to "accommodate" her needs, they gave her a PB&J sandwich for every meal. Although the alleged peanut butter and jelly came in a tub already mixed together, to be smeared on the stale bread. No wonder the poor girl was so skinny. Anyway, she was a really sweet, friendly girl, and I felt alot of sympathy for her. She's the reason the DUI laws are so harsh there now: because she'd had a previous offense. So now you're jailed, license revoked, car towed; all on your first offense. I heard on the news a couple years later that she'd been sentenced to four consecutive life sentences (as opposed to concurrent), the harshest possible sentence! She just plain didn't deserve that..."

The fact of the matter is, she killed four young ladies ranging in ages 18 - 21. One of these young ladies lived in Collington Harbour. She was driving home from her workplace which was the Stop-n-Shop, located in Kill Devil Hills. They were not all blond girls from New Jersey. It was also mid-day and the poor little woman who killed these four girls was intoxicated with alcohol and was found to have other controlled substances in her blood. Her blood alcohol was well over the legal limit. She was also a habitual offender. The four life sentences might be a little harsh but I think she should be in prison for a long time for what she did. This was not a minor drug charge as you were charged with. Her crime had victims. The young lady who lived in Collington Harbour was my neighbor. I watched her family suffer after her death and the death of her friends.
I just wanted to let you know the facts about that sweet little innocent girl you met in jail

Who is Sarah?

They tell me an extensible ladder struck me in the head as I tried to adjust my helmet. According to my neuroligist I suffered this knockout blow while I was getting ready to enter a burning structure. I do not remember the burning structure. I do not remember my name, my family, my address, my history,my place of birth, my passions, my beliefs, my routines, my occupation(though I can safely say I was a firefighter). I navigated to this Internet place with the help of a sweet young woman who tells me she is my sister. She is teaching me how to use a computer. The only memories I seem to have retained are my ability to play the guitar and the warm image of a smiling red-headed woman whose name is Sarah. However, the individuals who identify themselves as my sisters, my parents and my close friends all tell me that they do not know this Sarah, that she must be someone I invented in a dream or a character in a movie I saw before my memory loss.

Confused, what do I do?!

I had this guy friend a long time ago he was in love with me and I lied to myself and said I did not feel the same way. I think i was worried of losing him if it didn't work out. He was there for me through some really rough times. Anyway, we both ended up having to move away from each other (different states) and lost touch with each other.

Now many years later I end up finding him on the web and contacting him finding out we don't live but a couple hours away from each other. So here lies my problem.... I am married and so is he. His marriage is ending they are just coexisting until the lease is up on their place. I love my husband to death and think the world of him but am confused by my overwhelming feelings for my old friend. I am definitely not the type of person who would cheat or even think of it but am worried about these feelings. ( He is also not the type to break up anyone ) I am feeling so guilty about having these feelings when I am so happy with my husband. We ended up talking to eachother alot and lastnight we ended up talking about our feelings for eachother. He is still deeply in love with me and I know that I love him but feel that I am in love with him as well. I didn't realize how much I have missed him being in my life.

His wife who said she did not care about anything he does with his life now ended up snooping and finding our text messages from eachother. She has printed them up and gone crazy on him. Threatening him that he needs to tell me he can never speak to me again or she will tell/show my husband everything! I am very open with my husband and have told him just about everything like that I love my friend but not that I think I am in love with him. I am not worried about what she might do only worried about losing my friend again and wondering if maybe it would actually be for the best if I did. I am so confused I don't know what to do but not contact him and wait and see.

I honestly just want to be friends with him and want to figure out how to do that. ( How do you be friends with someone you were/are in love with? ) But now I fear I have lost any chance for anything. Any ideas? Even if noone responds which I hope someone will it feels better to have just written this.

Thanks.

I love you Larry. You're the best friend anyone could ask for! I really should tell you that more often.

End of Civilization

So about 2-3 months ago, I was reading the paper and began noticing people talking about "energy crisis looming" and I thought WTF - isn't this 30 or 40 yrs away. SO I went to the web and discovered Peak Oil... if you want an explanation for a lot of things going on in the world including the insanity of American foreign policy, start here and let the link hopping begin... http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/

Warning...this will be disturbing...it isn't a pretty thing to imagine an economic and societal crash within your lifetime, let alone within the next 5-10 years...

nervous

I am going to taking a major exam in two days and i am nervous as hell. I havnt felt this nervous about an exam in a long while. I am feeling all the jitters. My stomach feels queezy, i am unable to concentrate, my heart is racing...and, i am unable to calm myself...i am scared that i've not prepared enough...and, there is nothing i can do about it. and, whatever i can over the next two days...my nervousness does not allow me to...so, i am hoping that writing about it will ease some of the tension. I am so scared that i will go blank in the exam with all this nervousness...help!! say something to make me laugh or ease my tension! i know u will say that i'm being a baby and that i need to grow up and act mature...but, as much as i want to...i am unable to...so, please help!

thank u...

Weird things

Does any other men out there masturbate in the bathtub in a contorted position that aims their penis right at their face in an attempt to ejaculate in their own mouth? I do not know why I used to do this but I did. Is this perverted or normal?

Hail Satan

For all those that love Satan
Invocation to Satan

AVE SATANA!

Hail, Satan,
Lord of Darkness,
King of Hell,
Ruler of the Earth,
God of this World!

God Who invites us to become as gods!
Muse of our civilization,
Dread Enemy of its tyrant god!
Satan, mighty Liberator,
Bearer of true Light!

God of our flesh,
God of our minds,
God of our innermost Will!

O mighty Lord Satan,
teach us to become strong and wise!
Teach us to vanquish the enemies
of our freedom and well-being!

REGE SATANA!

http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/dvera/index.html

Alien Visitors

Today I was visited by aliens from another star system. They seem to be like us but are different. I know they are watching me while they sit in my living room but I am sure they do not know what I am doing. One is seems to be the leader giving orders to the other three to do what apears to be a catalogue of the contents of my home. I have not been able to get out for 3 days now as they have put some sort of force field around my house.

They look like women. Their hair is a golden blonde colour and their skin is a light golden brown. The speak good english and obviously speak a range of languages as when they came into my house they spoke to me in several languages before using english which I responded to.

I am not sure how they came here but they tell me they took several years to arrive here and are part of a forward group that will be coming in the next year. According to them there are quite a few of these smaller groups arriving here to make ready for the rest of their group to come. I don't have any idea of how many but from they way they talk it seems a lot.

They seem to communicate using telepathy amongst themselves and have a great delight in drinking water - lots of it and don't seem that interested in food but have eaten some fruit.

They seem very friendly have been very nice to me. Thats all for now. More later.

Why be so silent

If you can 't communicate, then don't . But stop acting as if I said or did something wrong cos' I didn't. I've just tried to sort things out with the few clues you've been willing to give me. So if you're feeling bad for some reason, just say it and we'll sort things out together but I can't do that on my own.

What's wrong with him?

How come he seems to lock up sometimes, no matter how hard I try he seems to push me just where he wants me: at the edge of a fight. Don't misunderstand me, there's no violence involved but I'm beginning to wonder, what is he looking for?

:/

i'm not sure what i want anymore.

Turning 18

I'm a boy and I'm turning 18 ... what did you guys do when you turned 18?

Besides drinking and buying porn offcourse ;)

Any advice would be cool

The Fork

So lately I've been thinking about all my past relationships and how they ended up, and I've realized why they all failed. I can't seem to accept that anyone could actually want me for who I am, only for my body that I've nearly killed myself to change. I brainwash myself into thinking that all they want is sex, and that's the only way I'll get to keep them so I put on a show for them. A giant expose, hoping to win their affection, but all I get is lust. Well duh, go figure.

Tonight I met a guy for the first time and we ended up cuddling after exchanging a few words. All we did was cuddle, and I was disgusted. Disgusted because I'm afraid of someone liking me for who I am, afraid of falling in love again. I bitch about only being wanted for my body when all I do is become "friends with benefits" and push away any guy who might actually be interested in me.

I'm not sure how to change, I'm not sure if I can.

Funny Vid

I was searching for funny videos on the web and I found this little gem. Please don't hesitate to voice your thoughts on this.

http://www.zippyvideos.com/9749030551636016/923_04/

Something Wrong Here

I have a friend of Arab descent, (mother-Irish, father-Saudi), he is an American born in America. He has been educated in America, College degree, he has a passport. He lives, works, and pays taxes in America. Recently while traveling home from the Virgin Islands he and his American wife were detained and had their civil liberties violated. Their luggage is now lost in the airline system. They almost missed a connecting flight while being detained for two plus hours. My friend’s wife had her aged mother with them on this trip and the authorities made her sit bewildered and wait alone while these Americans went through some kind of security check. All the while, the President of our country says we have to let an Arab company operate the ports in this country. And we let thousands of non Americans illegaly cross our border with Mexico every day.

What is wrong with this picture?

We The People

Our Founding Fathers are turning over in their graves. This is not how they intended this country to operate. Our President has decided that he is above the law and is running this fine country in to the ground. We need to get back to the basic ideas that made this country a free society. Our leaders have taken our fine young men and woman to war for the sake of their profit. They say that our national security is at risk and they must destroy the axis of evil to protect it. Who will protect the American people from its own thieving government? The president says he needs to be able to invade the privacy of anyone that he sees necessary in this time of war. There might be evil doers trying to commit acts of terror upon us and the NSA must be able to stop these people. Who will protect the American people from the evil doers in its own government? The President says that an Arab company will control several important ports of entry in this country. During this time of war and threat to our national security, is this a good idea? Who is running this great country of ours? Shouldn’t we the people be? Something is wrong. Our president is wrong. This man should be run out of office. We tried to impeach President Clinton just for having sex in the oval office. GEORGE BUSH IS HAVING SEX WITH THE OVAL OFFICE. He is clearly fucking this country and inviting all of his friends over to hit a lick while they can. It is time to do something. Good republicans and good democrats alike, it is time to stand up for this great country before the Bush family tears it to shreds.

Vador has spoken.

Lets hear your comments.

Satan Love

I love Satan!!

College Whore

I am intelligent, well educated, have a good sense of humour and am told I am very attractive. So why the fuck am I selling blow jobs and everything else to any man who will pay for it. iam so fucking insane iam a whore. last weekend i got $6000 cash- you wanna know what some scuz got me to do for that. i was wearing a thong and naked in his house from Fri to Mon morning and he had me any way he wanted me. we did it doggie, missionary on top, i masturbated for him with a banana and stuck a cucumber in my ass, he pissed on me and i pissed on him. he blind folded me and got two guys i never got to see to fuck me, he cum all over me and even ate meals off my naked body. Tomorrow I am going to a guy who just likes to jerk off on me while i lie naked on his floor and I get $500 for that!! Hell and I was the little doremouse who everyone thought would die a virgin when i was in high school. I am a whore and I got no college debt and holiday in europe!!! FUCK I LOVE ME!! I am gonna make a kick ass LAWYER when I am done, guess i am getting the right training

Sister-in-law Love

Well I have fallen in love with my sister-in-law. We have been having cyber sex with each other for months but have yet to do it for real. Its driving me nuts and she knows it...We live close by and see each other a lot and have even had dates. She does not want to hurt her sister and we have even talked about a poly relationship. Man I am going nuts............

What Can I Say?

I am a frustrated writer...

Why can't I seem to find an audience? I've had a blog for a long time now, and the little bit of feedback I've gotten is very good.

How do I go about getting it out in front of more people without making it extremely commerical or putting it in every search engine under the sun?

I've worked very hard in keeping the whole thing up and I don't want all of my creative energy goes to waste.

Later...

Is it worth it anymore?

Lately I've been liking this girl who I never talk to but I only look, at first I figured out that she had a boyfriend, then she broke up and now I tried something to get her attention anonomysly but that didn't work and now I learned that she likes someone else...

To me she was the only person with a character...

All of a sudden I feel like not living anymore... you may think Im a loner but Im not, Im handsome very fun, energetic and never negative and you may consider one of a kind.

But now I see there is no purpose in living anymore, what's the point... everyone is the same, walking zombies they show no emotion, everyone wants to use you and all they care about is themeselves.

I know what your reaction is... To get some help... but then again they wouldn't understand my feelings, I'm young naive and got a lot to learn but now I see there is no point at doing anything I'm going to die anyways at some time and there is no such thing as happiness it's all just something someone made up to occupy me while I live.

God or whatever, if you really exist then prove me wrong...

For now or forever goodbye

Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires

I'm calm like a bomb

Can't tell if im being used

i think my boy only like me cause he knows i want wild sex
I mean everytime we do it hes fantasizing about his fantasy
I just want him to enjoy ME for once
no others involved , ME
I think hes incapable, I mean he says he could always just go out and find a sex partner instead of me if he didnt love me but i think its a poor excuse
all hes ever interested in lately, is making our fantasies a reality, he says its his way of loving me
I just want him to be excited to see ME for once
I want him to show his adoration for me
Im sad...
I hate being a woman