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I hate my life.
Oh, and hey there, DRL... long time!
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I hate my life.
Oh, and hey there, DRL... long time!
opportunity likes to play ding-dong-ditch.
Greatly appreciated since I'll be graduating next month. Does one need a masters for this position? Or any other positions that one may find themselves in?
He's always hesitant to do tricks... until he thinks no one is watching. I still try to feed him well though.
this here would be one fine fucking orgy. fuck it. let's do battle. you 4 and I. if it ends in fucking... bonus.
Battle? Can't we just skip to the fucking?
I don't like these games.
I'm a lover not a fighter.
I'd respond to that... but they pretty much covered it.
Mmmmmm.... been catching up on your little thread.... Nice.... It caught my eye the other day when both our threads were together.... You see great minds do think alike.... We named them the same thing.... And.... just so you know.... even if I did know you had called yours Bits and Pieces... I still wouldn't of changed mine's title.... just the kinda gal I am.... Anywho.... You have another watcher..... Kisses...
Have you ever felt like you somehow ended up at a party you weren't invited to?
You are not the first to tell me such news.
Having learned this some time ago I admit to wondering how many previous posters stopped posting (or possible posters are kept from posting) in my thread due to insecure hotheads becoming all pissy because the poster said "hi" to me or I said "hi" to her. Apparently I'm a huge threat... which I guess I can see. I mean if I were a single guy in the online market for cyber poon and I had a hottie I was working on and she's all cozying up to another guy I'd be "seriously? wtf? I'm right here what more do you need?"
So yeah, I'll nod my head in recognition. It's no fucking goddamn secret that the online market is supersaturated with more Swinging Richards, than Biscuit Betties... and then here's this married asshole...
Wow... I'm a "single guy" that freely admits that I'm married. I'm I the only one? I kinda feel like I maybe am. I mean how many of you ladies have been chatted up or have chatted up a man you thought to be single only to find out he's married and trolling for something on the side? Or sweet jesus... the guy who's married but it's "rocky and on skids"? (yes I know for fuck sure this isn't gender specific)
this whole online relationship thing... fuck it's a huge cluster fuck.
anyway... I think I was digressing... so back to what I was talking about.
Sorry guys for being a cockbloc... no I'm not. It's fucking funny as fuck.
I've been told in the past that I've got quite a shadow-following, following my bullshit diatribes, manic depressive skribblings, and whatever the fuck I fucking record down in this fucktarded journal of sorts.
I always sort figured it was made up of general observers in passing, a hand full of gay/bi-sexual men waiting for me to post pics and talk fancifully about sucking cock, shy mousy types that are intimidated to make themselves known, and of those that simply got sick of me not responding to their posts so what's the fucking point you know?
Now I'm kinda wondering if there's a shadow-following of the shadow-following waiting to see if they will post so they can sweep in with teeth-gnashing fierce lividity and be all like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING POSTING IN THAT FUCKHEADS THREAD YOU WORTHLESS STUPID FUCKING WHORECUNT!" Or some variation.
And I'll tell you what ladies (and guys... because this too is not gender specific), unchecked irrational, unreasonable, online possessiveness is a fucking huge red fucking flag for an abusive personality disorder. Jealousy is one thing. Sweet fuck, I get fucking jealous and am of the opinion it's a good thing... keeps one sharp, aids to inspire one to improve their game, opens the door to self-reflection and ideally moves one towards progressive improvement. But controlling another without regard, willingness to compromise, with verbal threats, belittling of ones character and self-esteem, is mental and emotional abuse. I don't give a fuck if you live with the person, or if you live 10 hours away.
Do I find it funny as fuck that talking to me results in the belittling of someone else? Fuck no. But it is funny as fuck when assholes expose themselves for who and what they really are.
So no worries about me changing anything I'm doing Vixxennn. Whoever is telling you whatever about me to you isn't your problem, nor is it my problem... it's their problem.
I am not sure how I ended up here, but this is great...
my guess is that you were gunning for the hotter female version of this thread and understandably so.
No matter... thank you. And thank you for the repost of something that is all too easily forgotten or willfully dismissed out of desperation or belief they can do no better.
Women... you can ALWAYS do better.
No matter how much you've convinced yourselves or have been led to believe that you cannot. You absolutely can.
Do not tolerate manipulation online... do not tolerate it in real life.
You owe nothing to NO ONE.
If they gift you something, be it praise or panties you say thank you.
If they gift you something and expect, press you for, and/or demand something not offered, you say: thank you for the gift, it is very much appreciated. I do not like your sense of entitlement and expectations. If you think that by my accepting of your gift I am agreeing to your covert contract you are an assumptive fool. Should you like for me to return the gift you gave me, it is your right to ask. However I am under no obligation to comply. Should I choose to, it will be out of the kindness of my heart... and NOT an act of acquiescing.
yes.
but the quality of your posting in your thread is FAR more interesting than anything I can drum up to post in my thread. Of course much of it has to do with this rabid desire of wanting to push my cock up between your tits and fuck them when you are so kind to include them (clothed or otherwise) in your posts. Whereas looking back at the photos of my chest in this thread... well... it all pretty much does nothing for me.
hitting "send" is always this magical horrible moment. all the more when you don't have that nifty "edit post" option. Once it's sent, it's gone. Out of your hands. All that's left is time... and your thoughts... and what's worse is that you can see the bullshit you sent via the "sent messages" option most email thingies provide.
and so I sit thinking "why? what's to gain? why disturb the peaceful silt that has come to be between you and her? quiet... peaceful silt below shadow dark crystal clear water..."
Why?
Because sometimes the need to tell someone no longer there that they are still there for you and in you... no matter how far your walls have pushed them away... is just too fucking cutting to keep to yourself. Fuck the silt.
Why?
Because sometimes the need to tell someone no longer there that they are still there for you and in you... no matter how far your walls have pushed them away... is just too fucking cutting to keep to yourself. Fuck the silt.
and then...
She writes back so perfectly a reply that you cannot read it through in one sitting... so perfectly a reply that you come to realize there are levels of loneliness in yourself you never knew existed until you feel the comfort of them being filled by the words... I love you too.
... you feel the comfort of them being filled by the words... I love you too.
Because sometimes the need to tell someone no longer there that they are still there for you and in you... no matter how far your walls have pushed them away... is just too fucking cutting to keep to yourself. Fuck the silt.
and then...
She writes back so perfectly a reply that you cannot read it through in one sitting... so perfectly a reply that you come to realize there are levels of loneliness in yourself you never knew existed until you feel the comfort of them being filled by the words... I love you too.