My boyfriend's brother is here with us all week. He's not as scary looking as he was before. Everytime he was near, I felt as if I needed to hold my purse closer to me. Not that I think he would steal it, but just in case. *rolls eyes*
So far no pranks. I'm very surprised. Usually by now, one them would be in the emergency room. I think they are planning something to do to me. I see them talking and when I enter the room they stop and split up, very mature! I'm on to you guys. I can be just as evil. Let me just say, if I wake up naked in the middle of nowhere, it's on!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Filled Up Empty
Words that carry so much meaning. My grandmother used to tell me that when I was younger. When you give all you got into something, just to have it either destroyed or let down means you are Filled Up Empty. She says that about the marriage of my parents a lot?
I love you Grandma!
I love you Grandma!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Physically Demanding Schedules of The Woman
My mother once told me that men don't know the troubles women have, especially mothers.
The husband goes to work a 9 to 5 shift during the week and mows the lawn and does yard work on the weekends. The woman gets up early to get the kids ready for school. She cleans the messes and cleans the house. She gets the mail and gets the food. She waits at the school to pick up the kids. She fixes dinner to make sure it's ready at exactly 5:30 when the husband gets home. She cleans up the mess and washes the dishes. She cleans the house and cleans the floor. She makes sure the children brush their teeth and are asleep. She reads a bedtime story and tucks them in and watches them until they fall asleep. She walks into the bedroom and her husband expects sex. She fakes it and moans until the 5 seconds are up and she goes to sleep. Awaken by the alarm, her day starts again with the same physically demanding schedule.
My mother always told me that she wished my father knew what it would be like to be a woman. Full and voluptuous. Sexy and smart. Empowered to have power. Destined for greatness. We are woman, hear us meow.
The husband goes to work a 9 to 5 shift during the week and mows the lawn and does yard work on the weekends. The woman gets up early to get the kids ready for school. She cleans the messes and cleans the house. She gets the mail and gets the food. She waits at the school to pick up the kids. She fixes dinner to make sure it's ready at exactly 5:30 when the husband gets home. She cleans up the mess and washes the dishes. She cleans the house and cleans the floor. She makes sure the children brush their teeth and are asleep. She reads a bedtime story and tucks them in and watches them until they fall asleep. She walks into the bedroom and her husband expects sex. She fakes it and moans until the 5 seconds are up and she goes to sleep. Awaken by the alarm, her day starts again with the same physically demanding schedule.
My mother always told me that she wished my father knew what it would be like to be a woman. Full and voluptuous. Sexy and smart. Empowered to have power. Destined for greatness. We are woman, hear us meow.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
The Corporate Suck Up
There is this girl who thinks she's better than me. She sucks up to the boss and is now his obvious favorite. If she took a minute and stopped sucking his dick then maybe people will take her seriously. Nobody likes her. You kind of feel sorry for her, but when you try to help, she stabs you in the back. But i'm not mad. She considers her position, albeit on all fours, as a position I strive for. Whatever whore. Favoritism is a bitch in this world but some poor sap always does it.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
I Am Sam!
I love this movie. It's so sad and yet so uplifting. If I watch it again I'd cry my eyes out even harder.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Loverboy
You know, writing this post is probably going to upset somebody...
But, I just have to write it.
Their is this guy in school that has had the biggest crush on me. His name is Michael. My boyfriend already knows all about him and he knows all about my boyfriend so he tends to keep his chatter with me friendly and non flirtatious.
Now girls, let me describe what he's working with. He has blue eyes. Brownish blond hair. He has a nice ass, that I barely noticed. And he's smart. Not the nerdy smart but the hot smart.
But I love my boyfriend, I forget his name. No I really do love him. Our arguments tend to improve the relationship -- in every aspect (*wink wink*)
You have to give it to Michael for attempting to talk to me. Most guys just tend to not want to talk to me because they think I'm a stuck up bitch. Which he's right. I'm only a bitch when I need to be, and I make sure they never forget it.
The fact that he's talking to me and still know that I'm already taken is bizarre. I know what he wants. I've been with the bastard, I know what he whats. Michael is not my type though. He's too perfect. I can't find a single problem with him which worries me. Nobody is that perfect. Plus he's needy, it drives me crazy. But that butt, so bubbly. Makes you want to take it home and serve the thing for Thanksgiving dinner.
But my heart belongs to the bastard. He may get on my nerves sometime and he knows that I get on his nerves all the time, but he's my loverboy, warts and all. Just remember bastard, next time we are at the gas station, I'm stuffing the hose up your asshole because I know how you like it rough. And on that note, I'm going to sign off.
Love you my special bastard!
Beyond Me
But, I just have to write it.
Their is this guy in school that has had the biggest crush on me. His name is Michael. My boyfriend already knows all about him and he knows all about my boyfriend so he tends to keep his chatter with me friendly and non flirtatious.
Now girls, let me describe what he's working with. He has blue eyes. Brownish blond hair. He has a nice ass, that I barely noticed. And he's smart. Not the nerdy smart but the hot smart.
But I love my boyfriend, I forget his name. No I really do love him. Our arguments tend to improve the relationship -- in every aspect (*wink wink*)
You have to give it to Michael for attempting to talk to me. Most guys just tend to not want to talk to me because they think I'm a stuck up bitch. Which he's right. I'm only a bitch when I need to be, and I make sure they never forget it.
The fact that he's talking to me and still know that I'm already taken is bizarre. I know what he wants. I've been with the bastard, I know what he whats. Michael is not my type though. He's too perfect. I can't find a single problem with him which worries me. Nobody is that perfect. Plus he's needy, it drives me crazy. But that butt, so bubbly. Makes you want to take it home and serve the thing for Thanksgiving dinner.
But my heart belongs to the bastard. He may get on my nerves sometime and he knows that I get on his nerves all the time, but he's my loverboy, warts and all. Just remember bastard, next time we are at the gas station, I'm stuffing the hose up your asshole because I know how you like it rough. And on that note, I'm going to sign off.
Love you my special bastard!
Beyond Me
Sunday, March 04, 2007
In Response
My boyfriend seemed to have made the story about us at the gas station a lot worst than it really was. Here was how I saw the events unfolding.
He claims that he paid for mostly everything this weekend, but I offered every single time to pay. Now on to the gas station. I thought that he would be the gentleman and pump the gas for the lady. But I was mistaken. I do admit (now) that it really doesn't matter who pumps the gas as long as the gas is pumping. I did it anyways just so he would shut up. I asked for some money to pay for the gas and he wanted me to do it. I know I know, it's my car I should pay for the gas myself, but it was the way it came across to me. He gave me the money for the gas. Then he had the nerve to get out of the car to go inside to get some food! All this time arguing, he went inside anyways! I did accidentally pump a little more than he gave me but I was already pissed off so I just kept pumping until he came back out. And it was about $7 more and not $10.
That argument was really small but it just got out of control. We ended up laughing about it later on. He's reading this now laughing.
Hey you, bastard, I noticed you said on your post that you would usually pump the gas but just wanted to see how far I would take it. Now if I inserted my foot up your ass, how far would you take it?
love and more love
beyond me
He claims that he paid for mostly everything this weekend, but I offered every single time to pay. Now on to the gas station. I thought that he would be the gentleman and pump the gas for the lady. But I was mistaken. I do admit (now) that it really doesn't matter who pumps the gas as long as the gas is pumping. I did it anyways just so he would shut up. I asked for some money to pay for the gas and he wanted me to do it. I know I know, it's my car I should pay for the gas myself, but it was the way it came across to me. He gave me the money for the gas. Then he had the nerve to get out of the car to go inside to get some food! All this time arguing, he went inside anyways! I did accidentally pump a little more than he gave me but I was already pissed off so I just kept pumping until he came back out. And it was about $7 more and not $10.
That argument was really small but it just got out of control. We ended up laughing about it later on. He's reading this now laughing.
Hey you, bastard, I noticed you said on your post that you would usually pump the gas but just wanted to see how far I would take it. Now if I inserted my foot up your ass, how far would you take it?
love and more love
beyond me
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Call Me Twisted
When I was little, I saw the movie Dirty Dancing on TV. I wanted to be Jennifer Grey so bad. I had the biggest crush on Patrick Swayze after that. I wanted some bad boy to grab me and dance with me in public to show their love for me. I went to dance class and everything. I had this boy that danced with me each time I was there. It was love at first sight. He was so beautiful. But he turned out to be gay so that fantasy ended pretty quickly.
Now if only my boyfriend will dance with me in public. Lap dances are probably the closes he'll get to dancing. Maybe I can get him to dance this weekend in private then slowly move him into a crowd.
Now if only my boyfriend will dance with me in public. Lap dances are probably the closes he'll get to dancing. Maybe I can get him to dance this weekend in private then slowly move him into a crowd.
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