Diva
04-04-02, 01:10AM
May 02, 2001
On one hand... I'm a single, heterosexual female, so it's great to hear from guys who cheer me on. I've always felt my chick gene was dormant. I also want to meet people from all over (hence the web page), so the chicks who write me cranky letters don't exactly make my day. Look. I don't care if your boyfriend uses my page as proof that all women don't spit. Excuse me for a moment... HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAA. Ehem. Sorry, the mental image... You had to be there. Sort of. Anyhoo. I'm not going to say some words on behalf of the women, either. I actually did, dear(s). If Mikey liked it... so can you. And no, I didn't mean to say that if you didn't enjoy it, just lay there and deal with the situation. For cripes sake! If you are with someone and don't enjoy the "intimate" part of the relationship, Get out!!! How desperate do you have to be? Sure, being alone bites at times... but my last relationship showed me the error of my ways. I don't care if he's a good provider. If that man doesn't make me want to hook my legs over his shoulder and tear the sheets apart, he's history. And if sex doesn't satisfy you like Chocolate when you're PMS-ing... you're doing it wrong. You know, there are books on these things.
If Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates...
How come I always end up with the funky cherry cough syrup ones? I have rammed my elbow on the side of my desk so hard that that I saw white light. Stubbed my toe at 3 AM on a solid oak dresser. I made up cuss words it hurt so bad. But when I knocked a fresh cup of coffee off my desk onto the floor, you would of thought someone had died. I stood there, watching that creamy, warm... Ummm, excuse me for a sec.... Okay, I'm back. Washed my hands. Now where was I? Oh yeah... I never realized how dependent I was on coffee. Not that I plan on cutting back. How dare you even think that! Heathen!
We all have our "addictions". I don't smoke. I've never tried any drugs... and yes pot is a drug. And no I've never done that. I only drink on occasion. Zima. Not one word, my dear redneck. You know who you are. But I love my coffee. I live for that first and second cup in the morning. People don't even talk to me until they peek in my office and see the bottom of my mug. I had one friend walk in and see my cup was full... her eyes got big and she slowly backed out of the office. You could almost hear her thoughts... "No sudden movements. Look casual. She can detect fear..." Smart girl. She'll live a long life.
The quote of the 'whenever I find something really funny and/or remember to enter it' is:
"When Randy Johnson nailed that dove... did the umpire call it a 'fowl' ball?"
The author of this statement? You'll have to visit Violenza to find out.
On one hand... I'm a single, heterosexual female, so it's great to hear from guys who cheer me on. I've always felt my chick gene was dormant. I also want to meet people from all over (hence the web page), so the chicks who write me cranky letters don't exactly make my day. Look. I don't care if your boyfriend uses my page as proof that all women don't spit. Excuse me for a moment... HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAA. Ehem. Sorry, the mental image... You had to be there. Sort of. Anyhoo. I'm not going to say some words on behalf of the women, either. I actually did, dear(s). If Mikey liked it... so can you. And no, I didn't mean to say that if you didn't enjoy it, just lay there and deal with the situation. For cripes sake! If you are with someone and don't enjoy the "intimate" part of the relationship, Get out!!! How desperate do you have to be? Sure, being alone bites at times... but my last relationship showed me the error of my ways. I don't care if he's a good provider. If that man doesn't make me want to hook my legs over his shoulder and tear the sheets apart, he's history. And if sex doesn't satisfy you like Chocolate when you're PMS-ing... you're doing it wrong. You know, there are books on these things.
If Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates...
How come I always end up with the funky cherry cough syrup ones? I have rammed my elbow on the side of my desk so hard that that I saw white light. Stubbed my toe at 3 AM on a solid oak dresser. I made up cuss words it hurt so bad. But when I knocked a fresh cup of coffee off my desk onto the floor, you would of thought someone had died. I stood there, watching that creamy, warm... Ummm, excuse me for a sec.... Okay, I'm back. Washed my hands. Now where was I? Oh yeah... I never realized how dependent I was on coffee. Not that I plan on cutting back. How dare you even think that! Heathen!
We all have our "addictions". I don't smoke. I've never tried any drugs... and yes pot is a drug. And no I've never done that. I only drink on occasion. Zima. Not one word, my dear redneck. You know who you are. But I love my coffee. I live for that first and second cup in the morning. People don't even talk to me until they peek in my office and see the bottom of my mug. I had one friend walk in and see my cup was full... her eyes got big and she slowly backed out of the office. You could almost hear her thoughts... "No sudden movements. Look casual. She can detect fear..." Smart girl. She'll live a long life.
The quote of the 'whenever I find something really funny and/or remember to enter it' is:
"When Randy Johnson nailed that dove... did the umpire call it a 'fowl' ball?"
The author of this statement? You'll have to visit Violenza to find out.