Boy, Girl, Boy

So all of a sudden I'm like a total slut.
No.
Not the right word.
Definitely not the right word.
I don't know.


Well, lets just say I've made progress.
We've gone from simple innocent fun to something much more.
And if he weren't so... you know
[I don't want to sound vain and shallow by saying ugly]
Everything would be perfect.
But he's too far away, well actually no.
Only a few towns over.
But he called last night and we talked for a bit more than an hour...
It was really something...
But according to him, I'm not serious or sure about this
We'll just have to wait and see....

In other news, I was extremely flattered by Cole.
I was called cruel for flattering him.
And so on.

Bree is... well Bree.
Still the little slut who bore me my two children.

I don't think I talked to anyone else last night.
Although I really really wish Mark was on.
We haven't spoken in months.
I mean if he said we were then he should be a tad more... flexible and get on once in a while.
That's what I get for talking to people on the other side of the world.


Yours Truly

Rape?

So.... I was totally raped today.
I know it sounds really bad.
And it was.
I was violated.
Me! Violated!

Ok.
So after Bitch-Face called me a "fucking asshole" like seven times and walked off she left Bitch and I to walk ourselves to class.
As we made our way to first period, that boy- the FLAMING sophmore,
(who will be named and pointed out on a later date)
totally like molested me.
And I was like "Ahhh!"

So I guess the idea was "crowded" hall, him standing in the middle of it with a group of friends. One of his friends pushing him like I want to be pushed into Mr. M or who ever
And me getting felt up.

So that's exactly how it happens.
He "says" something.
His friends laugh.
One of the girls like so obviously pushes him into me.
He feels my right side- from mid-rib to illiac crests
And I'm like...
What the hell?
Did that just happen?

Bitch, who was walking so far ahead of me turned to wait and gave me a look of "Did-that-really-just-happen?"
I didn't want to say anything that very second because I heard them laughing behind me.
So I just smiled and moved on.
When we got far enough, Bitch turned and asked "Did that boy just touch you?"

I was so relieved to know I didn't just imagine this one.
It really did happen.
I now know how my boys feel.
Violated.

Maybe I shouldn't molest them anymore...
Nope.
Nevermind.
Stupid of me.
They like it.

So yeah...I was violated by an ugly boy.

The End.

Ugh...

I don't understand why you don't get it.

How many times do we have to go through this?



You disappoint me so much sometimes.

Catch-Up?

Haven't updated this in quite some time.
I know all my faithful readers have just been dying for me to rant about something new.

So lets see...
Where to begin?
Where, oh where to begin?

That Freshman boy I interviewed for Bitch-Face is FLAMING!
In a good, and yet seemingly bad, way. I don't understand that.
Weekly goal of talking to him is completely out the window.

I was having a nice time walking to Physics, ogling my curly-haired boy when I looked down and saw it!
I swear if I see another boy don a pair of flip-flops and jeans I will absolutely SCREAM!
I don't understand who on Earth told them they could pull off that look while being miles and miles away from Ocean View California!
[And even then!]

What else?

I saw some really really ugly dresses this past Friday.
Don't ask me how people think a red dress and gaudy silver heels go well together...
Or how the black laced whore look is now suddenly "in"
On a similar note, some people should never ever wear suits- espeically ones that make you look like a cheap, fat Al Capone of the 1920s!
I'm sorry but that's exactly what Mr. Perfect looked like!

Our very own former Ice Queen has herself a new boy.
David, I believe, is his name.
This all hot off the presses known as LiveJournal.
In related news regarding our former Shrill Bitch, she gained some weight.
The matronly look does not do her justice.

I think that's all I have to say for now.


Yours Truly.

Mother Slunt?

During a recent blood donation (yes, yours truly does have blood that occasionally circulates), I found myself in a rather strange position.
Lets start at... the beginning.
So... Ms. Prude went in for her interview and in comes Mr. Cute Boy and sits right next to me, straight out of PE.
(I almost died of course!)
Ok... lets skip to the good part.
Half way through my donation Mr. Cute Boy is seated in front of me. (Can anyone say V-Tach?)
His donation is complete and he is asked how he feels.
I don't remember his exact words but he had that glazed over look in his eyes and I nearly died. All I could think of doing was pulling that straw, I mean needle, out of my arm and hugging him (and then some) and telling him how much I loved him.
I was so worried and almost cried a few times when he looked really unwell.
He eventually came out of it and was gone in a matter of minutes.
I'm not sure if it was a nuturing, almost mothering instinct in me or not.
It could have just been the fact that he was Mr. Cute Boy and I've loved him ever since Ms. Appeal first mentioned him.

I don't know. All I know is I want Mr. Cute Boy and I want him now. =/

Moving on....
What else is new?
Oh!
Yeah, Ms. Bitch and I discovered that nothing cures a sore mouth like some of Mr. M.'s cum.
I guess they call me a slut, make that cum-slut, for a reason.

After the recent donation, he was inches away from me for over 5 minutes.
How did he not get molested?
I was too enthralled by my run in with Mr. Cute Boy to care.

For The Record...

I would like to state that I love hand-stands.

As for gravity?
Its difficult to decide.
How I wish it would only work to MY ADVANTAGE!

I mean is it that difficult to ask the laws of physics to bend certain rules?
Allowing certain things to come down while others go up while someone does handstands?

Damn Gravity!