so, well im not one to "name names"

I really feel like there isnt a WHOLE lot to be said on this matter in fact, i think im just going to be super duper mature about it, i mean come on, were all adults here

>seriosuslyitsnotlikeithinkheshouldhavetostickhisbarehandintoavatofboilingoilfortherestofeternityreachingforforgivenessfromu

i mean, people make mistakes and can all relate, there is a first time for everything, why not a first time for intense forgiveness?

>yeahlikethefirsttimeyouhavesexwithsomeoneinanastyhottubwheneverhethinksbackto"thenightheosthisv-card"hewillthinkoftheimenseassheisandtheavoidablepainfullhurthecausedyou

so, im not going to appease my intense desire to have a couple of friends knock on his door, sack tap the shit our of him, stan dover his poor read hed when he is convulsioning in pain, point ad simply say.. "YOU KNOW WHY"


>i mean, thats just ridiculous.he should be shamed enough when he has to watch the throng of men fight over that amazing woman, like some sort of sick un-aired planet earth waterbufalo at the drinking hole special...

>he's going to cry when he see's her rock hard ass, shifting its weight form left to right as she bounces up to the locker which he will regret placing next to something so spectacularly beautifull for the next 9 months of his sad puny little life.

> If i were not being mature and calm i might even venture on to say that its the biggest joke of all eternity that he could ever dream of hooking someone as amazing, well watch out freshman sluts.. HERREEE COMES A REDHEAD!!



Look i know there were high expectations of how mean i would be in this blog, im sorry to dissapoint....i guess, well readers,
i guess i may have just turned over a new leaf.

lovelovelove.

so, ummm i have a hickie. gross.

Ohh the weekend, what a fucking rollercoaster...
hmm lets do a super speedy recap shall we?
Friday:school,ultimate, found out the kid i sorta kinda like is NOT going to have his heart atop again, thank you god
(speaking of God haah i thanked him while that same kid was on top of me this very afternoon, that was a first for me, well yeah alot of things this afternoon were a first..) football game, we lost( what a SHOCKER), burrito boy, nachos, university park, indie kids, nawor smoking tobacco? wierd, hoan being all flirtacious, las pouting...get in the cra ZOOM ZOOM to a sketch ass motherfucking college party,HOME
saturday: Lazy morning, lazy Mid-Afternoon, movie with katie, ( it was soo fucking wierd) hannahs house,talk of men and commitment, get sorta freaked out ( hate the g word), FIGHT WITH MOM ROUND ONE!go home crying, break up with boyfriend a couple blocks away from home, call my guardian angel, boy calls me, i apologize for being a cunt..boyfriend BACK ON BOARD.eww i hate that word.. lest re do that GUY I HAVE A THING WITH, BACK ON BOARD.
sunday: play in the rain, go to las's house, try and do some homework, he umm well he, he,
okay so im not religious, at all, ive been to catholic and christian schools dibbled in budhism, dabbled in atheism, you know here and there... this day at 2:45 p.m i thanked the dear lord baby jesus that there was a man on top of me ( no sex yet readers but after today i cannot possible imagine anything being any better) digging my chipped black nailpolish into the small of his back, desperately tryingto find his lips for lack of a better plan to tell him how i was feeling, curling my toes for fear they would cramp i was pointing them so hard, arching backs, realll heavy breathing
( fuck this is lame im sitting here blogging when what i should REALLY be doing is an encore presentatoin of my fucking afternoon.....ANYWHO)
i dont know if he heard my religious confession, but im pretty much sure as shit GOD did...
thank you god. for inventing people, who invented fire, who then ate food, who then reproduced, who then built houses, then cars... so i was able to drive to HIS house today in my MOTHERS car, and thank YOU fr everything you have done to well, get me here.....
i should thank god more often..
shit im supossed to capitalilze his name huh?

fuckk i missed a day.

im sorry readers, i have missed a day and well tonights is basicaly just an apology, its hard to blog on the weekends, im tired in bed alone, i wonder how that worked out.. ahha well i will redeem myself i promise.
love love love
(seriosusly i know this is lame sorry)

Lets be honest here people.

Okay so I'm not even going to try and be artsy or demure or indie, i think tonight i will ust give it to you STRAIGHT.
I don't think people do that enough these days, and well its much appreciated so here it is kids RAW
-I am HORNY as fuck. I want to be scratched, bitten pushed into a wall, i mean i don't want to be tickled or have someone softly brush their lips against the curve of my stomach, i want to be GROPED, i hate that word but i also hate the frustration of feeling this way, i thought this only happened to boys MY GOD MAN, i truly feel for all those pent up freshman who don't even try and pretend they are looking at your face...i used to think that

"mentally undressing someone"
was just a gimmick. BOY OH BOY was i wrong, ive seen 13 different men today, some i enjoyed and well ome, i profoundly SPIRITUALLY enjoyed.
okay sooo this is really hard because im trying to be honest about everything but right now kissing someone like they have all of your god damn fucking oxygen and you want it back is prettty much all i can think about.
thats the kind of kiss i want, desperate like you cannot possiby pull your lips, hips, oh thighs any closer and if it were humanly possibly to push yourself through that persons body..well, youd already be on the other side...
shit man, this is just raunchy, sorry bout that...
peace and love...nope not tonight


-peace and SEX

"take me on a journey"

I dont know why but those are just the first words that came to minf when i clicked on that silly white box, you may have been informed kind reader that i am SOO into bloggin lately, its sorta what i do...
listening to belinda, not a very good song>>>>next please!
so i was thinking, if i were a door, what kind of door woul di want to be, where would i want to open...a house with two people performing a circus show... nooo an intimate love scene between i lively young man and an older woman hopefully named scarlett..no. (blink 182, god i loved them) hmm i think i would like to be a door to the bedroom of teenage couple just realizing that what they feel could be mistaken for love, or maybe well maybe just whatever you call the inability to peel your eyes off someones freckles when your 17...a letter was written today to a dear friend of mine...i cried, maybe a silent tear or two, it really sucsk throwing yourself into everything sometimes, because well seeing that it has happened so many freaking times to me, i wonder if any of it was really REAL you know? do i even know how to love? or just to look, appreciate, kiss, touch,scratch dream about.? i hope its more than that, if it isnt then i have something MINDBLOWING coming my way and i wonder if i will notice it or just mistake it for another one of those looks.
i look into blue eyes, green eyes and brown eyes today...my question is who's scars and freckles do i reallly want to memorize? are there any other colors...maybe someone with two different colors theres a conversatoin starter..now im just ramblng, wait thats wht this is for right? i just hope it doesnt turn into some moppey journal entry..
i wish some shiny dolphin (who can talk, DUH) would swim over to my bed and tell me the answer.
oh well.
au revoir.
(sorry this was so boring)

its sonjas prom.

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here's an original tittle, fuck men.

I hate to appease all the angry women out there longing for just ONE MORE essential man bashing blog, but JUST in case our unquenchable thirst has not been drizzled with cynical waters enough, i give you this..
fuck men.
fuck their phones, and their faces and stupid vital organs.
I sincerely hope this does not turn into a rant, i cannot promise much.
( While i am telling people to fuck the fuck off i might as well give a shout out to my good friend the frigid bitch Charlotte Bronte.)
Anywho, I am afraid that if i go on i will name names, and give things away< I'm pissed because of my somehow ingrained and innate ability to allow any human, let alone male, to have the upper hand>...Mmmmm yep, it would be just messy to get into details.
No one cares, but this feels suprisingly good.
This blog is stupid, and over.