So, today I got a forward that I just have to share. Kinda funny, but nice and short. Here it is:
Living Will
Last night, my wife and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug." She got up, unplugged the TV and then threw out my beer. Bitch...
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He he. Pretty good, eh? So very true. Glad I'm not attached to one of those. Yet. In fact, I plan to avoid that fate if I can. Anyways, I'm going to continue on in my ramblings.
I'm lonely. My guy has been gone for only a couple of days, but I really miss him. I guess that's what happens when you've been with a guy for 2-1/2 years. You get used to his presence. Worst part is, I won't see him for any length of time until there's snow on the ground permanently. That will be at least 2 months from now. Probably longer. Great. I'm going to go insane. Rocking back and forth in the corner crazy. Well, at least he doesn't need to worry too much about me cheating on him. My classmates at college are going to be geeks. I've seen some of them, and, believe me, they're not worth a second glance. I'm told there's only going to be one or two other females in the entire course. Oh dear. I don't want to be eye candy for a room full of drooling geeks! Eeee!!!!!!
Oh well. Can't be any worse than some of the creepy old men around here. They often have a habit of staring at me. And there's also those creepy guys that try to pick me up everytime I'm in the bar and Pete wanders off on me. I've learned to high tail it to the nearest guy that I know when he does that, because otherwise I practically have to beat them off with a stick. Which is not fun, by the way. When I say I have a man, I mean it! I'm not interested! Shoo! Yea, that's a pet peeve of mine. Guys that don't take no for an answer. I'm not playing hard to get, I've got someone to take care of my needs. Even if he doesn't always, I've learned to live with that. At least until he comes back from work.
Ah, yes. When Pete gets back from work, he'll be sorry he left. I've got lots of time to plan. But anyways, I believe I should get to bed. Its 11:30pm, and last night I was up till 2am, thinking. Can barely keep my eyes open. Gotta remember to go to town, have to give my friend a cheque so she can mail our rent out. Hoping I see Matt along the way. He's great inspiration for my blogs.
Sorry, Jason, for not having anything fun to write. Maybe tomorrow ;)
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The Parachute Marked "Spare Engine Parts"
Remember, children, if you're a kid, you shouldn't read this stuff. Not like my warnings will make a difference, anyways.
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Well, yesterday I promised I'd follow up on what I said about hot guy (Matt) and what naughty thing I did. You'll soon understand why I said I should feel guilty but actually don't. It all started with me deciding to go to town. I needed to get the keys for the apartment copied so my roommate would have a set. So off I headed.
Now, the last time I talked to Matt, he said that if we met on the road, he'd call and maybe we'd talk. We'd been doing that a lot lately, every time we met, if his girlfriend wasn't around to glare at him. We're quite frank with each other, and talk about stuff we wouldn't normally talk about. Like our sex lives. Or what passes for such, anyways. Well, we met on the road, and he called me. We decided talking on the side of a busy highway was no fun and more than a little dangerous, so he suggested meeting in the old farm yard his parents own, which was only about a 1/4 mile away. So we met. And got talking.
This is where something happened that I should most certainly regret. Well, we were talking about something or other, and somehow got onto the topic of size. He said he'd only been "with" two girls, and wasn't very confident about his size. He asked if I'd take a look, and give my honest opinion. I figured, what could be the harm here, right? He's a friend, and there was no one there to spread nasty rumours about us again like there is almost every time we are seen in one another's presence. Well, next thing I know, I've got him against my car and something in my mouth that shouldn't be there. Couldn't help myself.
Seriously, he's got one amazing body. I guess I must be pretty good at what I do, because he came in no time at all. Most certainly under a minute. Well, either that, or his woman doesn't take very good care of him. My opinion is, if you're in that serious a relationship, you should be having sex once a day. At least. Too bad my boyfriend doesn't agree. But anyways, he had complimented me on my body before this happened, and complimented my skill now. Said my boyfriend was one lucky guy. We decided to never speak of this again, promised and shook on it. Oops. My big mouth. Oh well, you guys won't tell, right? Now you see why I should feel guilty. I've got a loving boyfriend and I'm just not happy with him... But I did give him some special treatment when he got home from work that night. It's just much harder for me to get him to cum. Like I could work on him for 20 minutes and nothing. It gets to be a bit much, if you know what I mean.
Well, I've told you now. You probably think me a terrible person. You have to remember, my guy doesn't exactly have the same sex drive as I do, he doesn't want it every day, whereas I do. I'm like a junkie, gotta have my fix or I'm fidgety and distracted all the time. And my guy is gone for the next week. Possibly two. I hate it when he leaves. Maybe tomorrow I'll go into town to do some shopping before I move. Maybe I'll see Matt along the way. Who knows. I'll likely be back soon. Maybe with some more juicy stuff. And the title was psyco's idea. Thanks a bunch! Check back soon, all my faithful readers.
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Well, yesterday I promised I'd follow up on what I said about hot guy (Matt) and what naughty thing I did. You'll soon understand why I said I should feel guilty but actually don't. It all started with me deciding to go to town. I needed to get the keys for the apartment copied so my roommate would have a set. So off I headed.
Now, the last time I talked to Matt, he said that if we met on the road, he'd call and maybe we'd talk. We'd been doing that a lot lately, every time we met, if his girlfriend wasn't around to glare at him. We're quite frank with each other, and talk about stuff we wouldn't normally talk about. Like our sex lives. Or what passes for such, anyways. Well, we met on the road, and he called me. We decided talking on the side of a busy highway was no fun and more than a little dangerous, so he suggested meeting in the old farm yard his parents own, which was only about a 1/4 mile away. So we met. And got talking.
This is where something happened that I should most certainly regret. Well, we were talking about something or other, and somehow got onto the topic of size. He said he'd only been "with" two girls, and wasn't very confident about his size. He asked if I'd take a look, and give my honest opinion. I figured, what could be the harm here, right? He's a friend, and there was no one there to spread nasty rumours about us again like there is almost every time we are seen in one another's presence. Well, next thing I know, I've got him against my car and something in my mouth that shouldn't be there. Couldn't help myself.
Seriously, he's got one amazing body. I guess I must be pretty good at what I do, because he came in no time at all. Most certainly under a minute. Well, either that, or his woman doesn't take very good care of him. My opinion is, if you're in that serious a relationship, you should be having sex once a day. At least. Too bad my boyfriend doesn't agree. But anyways, he had complimented me on my body before this happened, and complimented my skill now. Said my boyfriend was one lucky guy. We decided to never speak of this again, promised and shook on it. Oops. My big mouth. Oh well, you guys won't tell, right? Now you see why I should feel guilty. I've got a loving boyfriend and I'm just not happy with him... But I did give him some special treatment when he got home from work that night. It's just much harder for me to get him to cum. Like I could work on him for 20 minutes and nothing. It gets to be a bit much, if you know what I mean.
Well, I've told you now. You probably think me a terrible person. You have to remember, my guy doesn't exactly have the same sex drive as I do, he doesn't want it every day, whereas I do. I'm like a junkie, gotta have my fix or I'm fidgety and distracted all the time. And my guy is gone for the next week. Possibly two. I hate it when he leaves. Maybe tomorrow I'll go into town to do some shopping before I move. Maybe I'll see Matt along the way. Who knows. I'll likely be back soon. Maybe with some more juicy stuff. And the title was psyco's idea. Thanks a bunch! Check back soon, all my faithful readers.
Monday, August 28, 2006
New Idea for this bad boy...
Well, I've been thinking, and I've decided this will be quite a bit fictional. Based on my life, yes, but mostly what could have happened, not entirely what happened.
*Disclaimer*- May contain bad stuff that little children shouldn't read. If you're not an adult, you're not supposed to read what follows. You've been warned.
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Friday I washed and cleaned out my car. Took me 10 hours to do, but it certainly looked nice. Waxed and shone up everything. It was great. That night my bf and I went to town so he could drink with his buddies. Bad idea. He ditched me to go outside, and when I finally got finished with waiting for him to show, I went and found him. Smoking. When he'd promised 2 years ago he'd quit for good. I'd been denying the evidence for a long time, but everytime he drinks, he smokes. Usually does a fair decent job of covering up, but this time I caught him red handed. Twice.
Well, you can imagine how angry I was with him. I went and talked to a couple of guys that I'd seen around till closing. On the way home, he puked on my car. All over it, in fact. I had to use a strong cleaner to get it off, soap and brush at the carwash didn't work. Ruined the wax finish. I could've killed him. So he's getting a new exhaust system put on my car. From his pocket. He's still lucky I can't stay mad at him.
You remember the guy I mentioned last post? Well, I talked to him that night briefly. His woman was there, so we couldn't exactly talk- she won't let him talk to other females. He said he might call me before I left town. God, is he ever hot. Totally drool worthy. And nice. Wouldn't do anything if he didn't have your permission. And she cheats on him. Bad. If she's drunk and he's not there, he's being cheated on. He's got the same label, but he says he's not like that, although he has cheated on her once.
Well, my bf just got home from work. I'll post again tomorrow, with something interesting. Something naughty I did today. You'll find out. Strangest part is, even though I should, I don't feel guilty about this. Well, you'll see.
*Disclaimer*- May contain bad stuff that little children shouldn't read. If you're not an adult, you're not supposed to read what follows. You've been warned.
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Friday I washed and cleaned out my car. Took me 10 hours to do, but it certainly looked nice. Waxed and shone up everything. It was great. That night my bf and I went to town so he could drink with his buddies. Bad idea. He ditched me to go outside, and when I finally got finished with waiting for him to show, I went and found him. Smoking. When he'd promised 2 years ago he'd quit for good. I'd been denying the evidence for a long time, but everytime he drinks, he smokes. Usually does a fair decent job of covering up, but this time I caught him red handed. Twice.
Well, you can imagine how angry I was with him. I went and talked to a couple of guys that I'd seen around till closing. On the way home, he puked on my car. All over it, in fact. I had to use a strong cleaner to get it off, soap and brush at the carwash didn't work. Ruined the wax finish. I could've killed him. So he's getting a new exhaust system put on my car. From his pocket. He's still lucky I can't stay mad at him.
You remember the guy I mentioned last post? Well, I talked to him that night briefly. His woman was there, so we couldn't exactly talk- she won't let him talk to other females. He said he might call me before I left town. God, is he ever hot. Totally drool worthy. And nice. Wouldn't do anything if he didn't have your permission. And she cheats on him. Bad. If she's drunk and he's not there, he's being cheated on. He's got the same label, but he says he's not like that, although he has cheated on her once.
Well, my bf just got home from work. I'll post again tomorrow, with something interesting. Something naughty I did today. You'll find out. Strangest part is, even though I should, I don't feel guilty about this. Well, you'll see.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Day One- August 22, 2006
So here's day one of my blog. I'm going to tell you a story, it's up to you whether you believe it or not. Maybe it's just a big story, or maybe, it's an exaggeration of the truth. Read on, and make up your mind for yourself.
Here's a little background info on myself:
Here's a little background info on myself:
- I'm 20 years old, been out of school for two years, and just going to college now for a computer tech course.
- I'm in a relationship with a wonderful guy, we've been going out for more than two years now.
- I've got a major love for books, I love reading and I do like to draw on occaision
- My hobbies also include fishkeeping (Got loads of tropicals), hiking, and other outdoorsy stuff.
That's enough background stuff for now. You'll pick up more stuff as time goes on.
Today I've been doing a lot of thinking. About the move, about my choices in life, and about regrets I've got. Putting off packing is really why I've been doing all this thinking, I suppose. Just got informed I'm going to be moving on Saturday, instead of Friday. A bit of breathing room. It's just going to be moving furniture, after all. Back to the thinking. Been thinking a lot about this guy. Not my boyfriend, either, although I love Pete so very much.
I don't want to wear out your reading skills today, though, so I guess I'll just end today's notes here. And please remember, from here on in, almost every name of every person and place has been changed. For all our sakes. Even my boyfriend's, although this could lead to no end of confusion...
Check in tomorrow. See what's going on in this head of mine.
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