I am secretly deeply amused and delighted by the fact I've slept with someone called Tom, someone called Richard, and someone called Harry.
So I've slept with Tom, Dick and Harry.
That's kind of like a poker three-in-a-row as well as an amusing proverb.
If I double up on any of the other names of men I've slept with, I'm going to claim, "I've got two of a kind and three in a row. That's a full house. I win, right?"
And I will only be half joking.
__________________ I'd rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full frontal lobotomy
I'm actually a very lazy person. If I wasn't so curious and easily bored I'd probably not move at all.
__________________ "So what you are saying is -I shouldn't play with fire" she said at last. "Of course you should" said One-Eye gently. "But don't be surprised if the fire play back." -Joanne Harris
I'm thinking of joining clubs or sports groups exclusively so I might meet girls.
I'm also thinking I might try my luck with a nice fellow I know, I'll peck him on the cheek next time I greet him (which I don't normally do) and see if he, well, I dunno, brushes my arm or bats his lashes or whatever at me. I think I like him but not enough to abandon the girls idea, and I'm not so confident about meeting girls that I'll abandon the boy idea just yet. If one doesn't work out I'll try the other. I think for such a subjective, intangible ideal I'm being very calculating...maybe too calculating..?
^ I used to always think that and especially if i was on my own and walking in the dark.
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Short snippet of my song: Bees Knees
Your eyes they still wail out conflict But you still think your the bees knees You keep choking on your vulgar slurs But in the end it's a comforting pity... You still like to imagine that you are the bees knees.
When we were talking to that Nun in English class, I stopped listening and started daydreaming about having sex on the conference room table.
Sorry everyone.
No one from my school will EVER find that out.
When we were talking to that Nun in English class, I stopped listening and started daydreaming about having sex on the conference room table. Sorry everyone. No one from my school will EVER find that out.
I still haven't told my parents about my 17 year old boyfriend who i wouldn't mind marrying in 3 or 4 years time.
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Short snippet of my song: Bees Knees
Your eyes they still wail out conflict But you still think your the bees knees You keep choking on your vulgar slurs But in the end it's a comforting pity... You still like to imagine that you are the bees knees.
I have a secret ambition to be a street musician in a large city. I fit the part. I wear bright, outlandish things, love decorating the space around me and making signs, I play a few instruments and can DEFINITELY entertain a crowd.
__________________ Just waiting on my muse- I think she got caught in rush hour on Hwy. 231.
Please don't one of my friends is doing this at the moment and it tearing me up inside...
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Short snippet of my song: Bees Knees
Your eyes they still wail out conflict But you still think your the bees knees You keep choking on your vulgar slurs But in the end it's a comforting pity... You still like to imagine that you are the bees knees.
I wrote two lists on monday.
'Reasons to live' and 'Reasons to die'.p>
here's my reasons to live:
maybe he likes you after all
and my reasons to die:
he is in love with one of my best friends
i was abused when i was 6 by my brothers 18 year old friend
everyone is scared of me
my parents just dont care anymore
im semi-dyslexic (i cant read clocks or do up my shoes)
aaaaaaaaaaaand
im a sarcastic beech most of the time.
__________________ to mourn is to have loved and lost... but when truly loved, none are ever lost.
(hope that works ok. it is meant to be a picture of a dragon)
There is no such thing. It's way better than never thinking about it like all of those menopausal women. I feel bad for their husbands...
As for my secret. Oh which one, which one... I think that the big one will stay a skeleton in my closet for now (it's just too fresh). Ooh, I've got a lovely one. I feel like I've already found the guy I'm going to marry, and I'm only 17. He feels the same way, and I think it has to be just a tiny testament to our relationship that he's been away in Alaska for college this year, while I'm here in Massachusetts. I don't ever tell people this, because they all think I'm being a stupid teenager. I realize that it's a possibility but frankly, I don't give a damn.
I worry I'm going to end up married to an alcoholic or a really nasty man.
I like strength and destruction and this really scares me.
Silly huh?
Forgive me if I am wrong, i am only 18, but is thiere not something in all woman that attracts them to a bad guy. I mean something in our genetic or animalistic make-up that we have no control over. I like all woman hate jerks but then I wonder if this is because we are pissed off that we cannot override the genetic makeup that says otherwise.
Are flowers, hand holding and gentleman what the human is use loves and masculinty what the animal in us craves?
I probably make a very flawed argument, so if you disagree please dont get too annoyed with me!
Women love 'bad' boys because they tend to ooze testosterone and this was a sign of good genes. So in caveman times, that rugged, square jawed hottie would give you the best genes to carry on the human race, but that softer face sweet guy would provide for you and your babies and bring back dinner to your cave. Same as it's been proven that women will tend to opt for a manly man for one night stands and the more sensitive looking guy for relationships. It's all due to psychology that we've developed from our caveman days.
Also, those who were on about LSD, not a good idea, I've done it and had the time of my life until I had one bad thought, which was 'I'm not sure I like his anymore'. This then led to me being convinced I was going to be high for the rest of my life and the only way to end it would be to jump out of the window and kill myself. Which I was seriously considering.
Secret: I once got so angry with myself when I was pissed I gave myself a black eye.
__________________ Why join the Navy if you can be a pirate?
Women love 'bad' boys because they tend to ooze testosterone and this was a sign of good genes. So in caveman times, that rugged, square jawed hottie would give you the best genes to carry on the human race, but that softer face sweet guy would provide for you and your babies and bring back dinner to your cave. Same as it's been proven that women will tend to opt for a manly man for one night stands and the more sensitive looking guy for relationships. It's all due to psychology that we've developed from our caveman days.
That's comforting, but I realise now that it's only a problem if I let it become one. I'm not the type to let myself become trapped in something awful.
So bastards all the way for casual sex. :))))
Jellah Bean, I am the exact same way; I have the sex drive of a 12 year old boy. And the boy seems to be happy, so I see no reason to change! Keeps the both of us happy.
The thought of death terrifies me to the point of panic attacks. But only during the night, during the day I'm fine.
I've wanted to move out of home for the past four years, but now that it's almost here (uni in a different state) I'm scared that I won't be able to handle it and I want to stay home.
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I am seriously beginning to doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion
