Due to the sudden obnoxious amount of snowfall, my plans for today were squished.
So, in my boredom I've created a poll.
Clit piercings: turn on or turn off?
Ask your friends too.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I took another quiz...
Based on your birthday ...
You are outgoing and love to be at the center of attention. From the outside, you may seem flashy, flirty, and tricky but your true self is strong, full of hope to be the leader. When you fail to convince someone, you will get frustrated, and perhaps let your temper shows. Your Love, You are emotional. Many can win your heart at once, but not for long. This is why you hardly win a decent relationship.
Damn. That's really true. That answer was definitely worth annoying 16 already annoying people to see. Nice. I like that one better than the Dr. Phil one. Phil can suck it.
You are outgoing and love to be at the center of attention. From the outside, you may seem flashy, flirty, and tricky but your true self is strong, full of hope to be the leader. When you fail to convince someone, you will get frustrated, and perhaps let your temper shows. Your Love, You are emotional. Many can win your heart at once, but not for long. This is why you hardly win a decent relationship.
Damn. That's really true. That answer was definitely worth annoying 16 already annoying people to see. Nice. I like that one better than the Dr. Phil one. Phil can suck it.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
so I took a Dr. Phil test...
...and this is what I get.
Your Result: The Vain, Self-Centered Leader -Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
Is that really true? Now I'm concerned.
Your Result: The Vain, Self-Centered Leader -Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
Is that really true? Now I'm concerned.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
the news and gossip got around
So remember Emotionless Handjob Boy? Let's call him M. He came into town a week or so ago and bragged about his conquest (read: me) to all his little buddies, who spread it around everywhere. I'm standing in a group of guy friends (and one obnoxious asshole) trying to defend my purity (futile) on Thursday, and this is how it went.
Obnoxious was calling me a booty call, and talking like he knew what happened, and so I went to clarify the situation by saying M only got a handjob. He scoffed like he knew that too, and then I went on to say that M was freakish in his emotionless recieving of said handjob. At this, Obnoxious and the band of guy friends decided it wasn't virginal M, it was me.
So now I'm not just a slut, I'm a "bad" slut. Amazing.
My jaw drops at the sad turn this conversation has taken, and I splutter for a few seconds about how I'm NOT a bad slut, I'm not even a slut!
This is totally useless, and they start gabbing (like little girls, I swear) about the OTHER rumours they've heard about me. Fan-bloody-tastic. As they compare notes, I'm completely dumbfounded, and trying to deny things left, right and center.
They decide on these three factoids:
1. I am a bad slut.
2. I take it up the ass.
3. I once fingered an ex up the ass.
1 I try to get rid of right away, which has no effect. 2 is sensitive, since to some people that's kinky and to others that's disgusting, so I don't know which to say. 3 reflects worse on him than on me, but I let that one just sort of fade off, because it's really too awkwardly gross to mention in company, ever, anyway.
Oh, and then on Wednesday I was talking about having or wanting a boyfriend or something, and this random-ass idiot from across the room yells "Boyfriend? I thought you were a lezzie!" Oh perfect. Shortly after I correct him, he wants to know if I'll blow him. This is my life, people.
Obnoxious was calling me a booty call, and talking like he knew what happened, and so I went to clarify the situation by saying M only got a handjob. He scoffed like he knew that too, and then I went on to say that M was freakish in his emotionless recieving of said handjob. At this, Obnoxious and the band of guy friends decided it wasn't virginal M, it was me.
So now I'm not just a slut, I'm a "bad" slut. Amazing.
My jaw drops at the sad turn this conversation has taken, and I splutter for a few seconds about how I'm NOT a bad slut, I'm not even a slut!
This is totally useless, and they start gabbing (like little girls, I swear) about the OTHER rumours they've heard about me. Fan-bloody-tastic. As they compare notes, I'm completely dumbfounded, and trying to deny things left, right and center.
They decide on these three factoids:
1. I am a bad slut.
2. I take it up the ass.
3. I once fingered an ex up the ass.
1 I try to get rid of right away, which has no effect. 2 is sensitive, since to some people that's kinky and to others that's disgusting, so I don't know which to say. 3 reflects worse on him than on me, but I let that one just sort of fade off, because it's really too awkwardly gross to mention in company, ever, anyway.
Oh, and then on Wednesday I was talking about having or wanting a boyfriend or something, and this random-ass idiot from across the room yells "Boyfriend? I thought you were a lezzie!" Oh perfect. Shortly after I correct him, he wants to know if I'll blow him. This is my life, people.
Friday, January 16, 2009
well I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
So I've discovered that wearing black nail polish make me happier. Apparently I'm at my happiest in a black tshirt, doodled on jeans, and a pair of Converse high-tops. Punky girl.
I am also over my ex enough to wear the bracelet he got me and not care anymore. Also, I've stopped thinking about him and telling stories that happened when we were dating. And his friends appear to have stopped calling me, which works out well too.
My new glasses came yesterday, I feel good to be wearing glasses again. I don't feel like myself in contacts.
Oh, and I had K talk to her boyfriend, and the slut rumours appear to be dying down, thankfully. Not one person whispered "slut" at me today! And no one asked me to blow them or sleep with them, either. That's a relief. I probably deserve a lot of names, but slut isn't one of them...yet. Not for lack of trying, but that's okay.
I hate stereotypes, I don't get why it's okay for one girl to be a slut but for another it's totally unacceptable. How the hell do those bitches get away with it? I'm hotter than they are anyway.
This is a really boring post, but the moral of the story is, I'm a happy princess, which is a good thing.
I am also over my ex enough to wear the bracelet he got me and not care anymore. Also, I've stopped thinking about him and telling stories that happened when we were dating. And his friends appear to have stopped calling me, which works out well too.
My new glasses came yesterday, I feel good to be wearing glasses again. I don't feel like myself in contacts.
Oh, and I had K talk to her boyfriend, and the slut rumours appear to be dying down, thankfully. Not one person whispered "slut" at me today! And no one asked me to blow them or sleep with them, either. That's a relief. I probably deserve a lot of names, but slut isn't one of them...yet. Not for lack of trying, but that's okay.
I hate stereotypes, I don't get why it's okay for one girl to be a slut but for another it's totally unacceptable. How the hell do those bitches get away with it? I'm hotter than they are anyway.
This is a really boring post, but the moral of the story is, I'm a happy princess, which is a good thing.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
do you believe we are all innately good?
Yearbook entry:
"Abi, I love you with all my heart, and I'm not just saying that, it's true. I can't wait to spend all summer with you. Being with you has made this year fly by. I sort of wish it would never end, because I don't want to stop hanging out every day. I know we've had our differences, but like you told me: 'We can always get over the fights.' I love you baby, so much. I know we can make it through whatever is in front of us, be it summer, a petty fight, or college. Love, Chris."
Why can't what he wrote have stayed true?
"Abi, I love you with all my heart, and I'm not just saying that, it's true. I can't wait to spend all summer with you. Being with you has made this year fly by. I sort of wish it would never end, because I don't want to stop hanging out every day. I know we've had our differences, but like you told me: 'We can always get over the fights.' I love you baby, so much. I know we can make it through whatever is in front of us, be it summer, a petty fight, or college. Love, Chris."
Why can't what he wrote have stayed true?
Saturday, January 3, 2009
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