Diva
04-04-02, 09:41PM
And The Hit's Just Keep On... Fucking Me Up
Okay. So I'm not a delicate flower that blows away in the wind... Or runs away and cries because not every single fucking person who has, is or will ever be on this Earth doesn't like me or my web page. Fuck that shit. The only person I need to impress is me. Which sucks cuz have have some high standards. Double standards, too. I should sue myself. There are people in this G-d forsaken world that we live in who mean more than all of the planets aligned. I would give everything and anything to see them happy. Overkill? Damn straight. But what are my options? Stop caring? Allow hate and spite and jealousy to rule my world? To become bitter? Go to hell! I have been crushed a million times. Each time I have been able to get up and brush myself off. Each time I have been able to love again. Care again. Live again. My life is not for the taking. It belongs to me. My heart and soul has been passed around like a joint at a rock concert. But unlike that joint, It always comes back to me intact. People get bitter. Angry. They shut the door on possibilities. I could never live like that. The day I wake up and couldn't dream is the day I die. If I can't look a man and fantasize what it would be like to have incredible sex... I'll simply change into something comfy-don't ask me why, get back into bed and die. When you have nothing, you have your dreams. And that means you have something. Reality is a state of mind. I told someone that I believe in love and soulmates. I believe in forever. They said I was living in a fantasy world. That was the best compliment I've ever gotten. Well... that and when one of my ex's said "You're soo fuckable. I can't be in the same room as you without wanting to tear your clothes off and fuck you for hours." I was this close to tattooing that on my ass.
I spent my Friday night getting my heart broken and fighting. All fucking night. You know you're dog tired when you wake up and feel like an elephant's on your body. I love doing this page. I know that when I can post my porn, and fix my web cam, I'll be in heaven. But some webbers think they fucking own the place. As you know, I'm hosting Snuffx's Forum. It's a privilege. The readers are fucking wild. Squelch and Scranton are two favs. Not that they come here. Maybe they do... That would be cool. It's wall to wall slamming. Whoosies need not enter. You'll get your feelings hurt. Trust me. Of course there are occasional drawbacks. Like the chick that propositioned me in an Email. I'm perfectly comfortable with my sexuality, so the dyke move wasn't a therapy bill. Or the webwannabemasters who go on there to fuck with the members or start cross site wars. That pisses me off to no end. It's a fucking web page, man. You don't like it, don't go. And I refuse to allow some ass-bite to try and ruin everyone's fun by turning the board into their own agenda. Stay the fuck off of the board. It's not webmaster brawl center... It's a place where you be as wild and obnoxious and off the wall as you want to be without being banned. Try going onto another board and say the things these guys say... Aint gonna happen. It's for fun. So people can get together and talk about subjects that they normally cant talk about. That's it. Tell the drama to ya mama... Well, I'm sorry so late. I'll update again on a better note.
Okay. So I'm not a delicate flower that blows away in the wind... Or runs away and cries because not every single fucking person who has, is or will ever be on this Earth doesn't like me or my web page. Fuck that shit. The only person I need to impress is me. Which sucks cuz have have some high standards. Double standards, too. I should sue myself. There are people in this G-d forsaken world that we live in who mean more than all of the planets aligned. I would give everything and anything to see them happy. Overkill? Damn straight. But what are my options? Stop caring? Allow hate and spite and jealousy to rule my world? To become bitter? Go to hell! I have been crushed a million times. Each time I have been able to get up and brush myself off. Each time I have been able to love again. Care again. Live again. My life is not for the taking. It belongs to me. My heart and soul has been passed around like a joint at a rock concert. But unlike that joint, It always comes back to me intact. People get bitter. Angry. They shut the door on possibilities. I could never live like that. The day I wake up and couldn't dream is the day I die. If I can't look a man and fantasize what it would be like to have incredible sex... I'll simply change into something comfy-don't ask me why, get back into bed and die. When you have nothing, you have your dreams. And that means you have something. Reality is a state of mind. I told someone that I believe in love and soulmates. I believe in forever. They said I was living in a fantasy world. That was the best compliment I've ever gotten. Well... that and when one of my ex's said "You're soo fuckable. I can't be in the same room as you without wanting to tear your clothes off and fuck you for hours." I was this close to tattooing that on my ass.
I spent my Friday night getting my heart broken and fighting. All fucking night. You know you're dog tired when you wake up and feel like an elephant's on your body. I love doing this page. I know that when I can post my porn, and fix my web cam, I'll be in heaven. But some webbers think they fucking own the place. As you know, I'm hosting Snuffx's Forum. It's a privilege. The readers are fucking wild. Squelch and Scranton are two favs. Not that they come here. Maybe they do... That would be cool. It's wall to wall slamming. Whoosies need not enter. You'll get your feelings hurt. Trust me. Of course there are occasional drawbacks. Like the chick that propositioned me in an Email. I'm perfectly comfortable with my sexuality, so the dyke move wasn't a therapy bill. Or the webwannabemasters who go on there to fuck with the members or start cross site wars. That pisses me off to no end. It's a fucking web page, man. You don't like it, don't go. And I refuse to allow some ass-bite to try and ruin everyone's fun by turning the board into their own agenda. Stay the fuck off of the board. It's not webmaster brawl center... It's a place where you be as wild and obnoxious and off the wall as you want to be without being banned. Try going onto another board and say the things these guys say... Aint gonna happen. It's for fun. So people can get together and talk about subjects that they normally cant talk about. That's it. Tell the drama to ya mama... Well, I'm sorry so late. I'll update again on a better note.