February 27, 2013 44 Comments
February 23, 2013 33 Comments
One of my first posts on WordPress when I still ate ice cream …
Ever been called a bitch and felt insulted?
I just got home from the grocery store where I was “debating” with an obstinate cashier over the price of Haagen Dazs Coffee ice cream. I told him that it was two for five dollars and he claimed that it wasn’t. So the cashier sent the bagger to do a price check. While we were waiting, the man behind me insisted that I should let him go ahead of me in line since he only had one item, a big bottle of Jim Beam. His breath stank of alcohol and he smelled beyond ripe. Read more of this post
February 19, 2013 22 Comments
I was at the used book store the other day when I came upon a book titled:
“The True Meaning of Words.”
People with corks up their butts have banned this book for decades, but I got my hands on it now and I’m sharing these super-fabulous words with you my dear readers. So here are some of my favorites:
Backbone: A schlong up the butt
Upbeat: A man who masturbates standing up
Brainchild: A 40-year-old man who acts like a kid
Creepologist: A professional creep
Male Enhancement: A man in touch with his feminine side!
Tadpole: A little wee schlong
Technical Virgin: A chick who’s been poked on every orifice except “one“ Read more of this post
February 18, 2013 19 Comments
Hold my hand and be my love
Together we travel toward long yearned happiness
Where days and nights filled “with us” are the only matters
Making the our waiting worth the restless uncertainty
Hold my hand and let us forget past mistakes
Together we heal the wounds of our Read more of this post
February 16, 2013 53 Comments
Lately I have been thinking that I’m a rather insensitive person. I laugh at the malfunction of the universe because it’s better than crying about it … I say it all the time because … frankly …
being sad sucks…
But I just realized that I haven’t really had a deep thoughtful cry in a very long time. And as “light” as I try to be on this blog, I must admit that my mind is a twisted knot of convolutions most of the time. So … I’ve been asking myself why I react and do certain things the way I do …
I’m a crazy chick when I’m at my best … but is that it? Is it enough to live life always looking at the bright side or the funny side of things? Love? Life? Loss? Relationships? I don’t know …
I know I’m being nebulous, but … I’m cryptic and private that way.
I’ve been so comfortable in not feeling sad that perhaps I’ve given up on true joy? I mean in the most deep soul-filling way …? I don’t know. I just keep telling myself that being sad sucks … and I haven’t been sad in a long time.
So I repeat … lately I’ve been feeling rather off balance as if I’m on the verge of … I don’t know what … maybe I don’t want to know. All I know is that struggling doesn’t make one strong … but it does make one understand better. I want to understand myself better … I want to understand people better … I want to understand you better … I want to be more emphatic … sensitive … and I think this requires a bit of letting oneself face the firing squad.
Here’s hoping that the firing squad are bad shots …
I think I need to feed my soul with writing instead of cocktails tonight …
Be well … my friends.
All my best,
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February 11, 2013 28 Comments
He makes you feel squishy and gooey in all the right places. He’s tough, he’s dangerous and he’s hot. Bad boys make our blood boil and quiver our delicate loins. We know they’re not good for us, but why do we find them so damn irresistible?
He wasn’t very tall and he had funny looking ears, but the way Clark Gable swept Vivien Leigh up those stairs in “Gone with the Wind” makes my heart go pitter patter and other lady parts as well. Read more of this post