I am a lot of things, the first thing I am is not good at summarizing myself. I know what I like and what I don't like. I also know that there are probably things I don't know that I like yet. Talking about myself in a tiny box makes me feel like an asshole.The things that I like include, but are not limited to...... Red lipstick, subversion, fruit, Charles Bukowski, the way that zombie movies are always inherently political, music, GTO'S, spankings, luchadors, IKEA, also those scratch and sniff stickers were cool. I don't like...... Meat in a can, insincerity, whiney cry babies, sun dried tomatoes, jogging pants, the man, that creepy voice in the self check out lane, scratchy sheets, slow drivers, clowns, weakness of will, tampon commercials ( we all know where they are) and many more. Anything that is beyond the surface about me, is a thing that would be revealed in private. This box can only be a reflection of 10 minutes inside of my head.
Hiya. Well first I just want to say, I'm not ignoring you (most likely, unless you're a bitch face or kind of a fuck noodle, in which case you probably know, use your best judgement) but CM has been glitchy as hell for me. I go to write back to some well written email that actually provokes a response other than thank you or you want do what to my what with a screwdriver a lemon and a copy of National Geographic and then I get a cannot display webpage thingy. It's annoying and I've been kinda busy too so y'all understand, I'll get back at ya soon.
Do old ladies just have very cold tits? I mean why do they wear their pants so high up? Also why do they stand in line in front of me and buy 20 dollars worth of different scratch off tickets and some meow mix? I sometimes wonder if it is for them cuz they just spent all their money on the Bingo tax for people who are bad at math. And nobody can have enough cats to justify that much cat food, can they? Old ladies hate me. Old men are overly nice though :)
Also too, does anyone else notice the classisim of grocery stores? It's sick and fascinating, it's very Brave New World. Maybe I will elaborate sometime, but who knows, I love a tangent :).
I've been working on 3 playlists at once so the songs of the day are taken from each one :) Enjoy
Sorry I went all song crazy, I have an absurd music addiction and I like to state the obvious :)
Looking for a new job makes me just want to keep the old one and sell blood to pick up the slack, mmm stale oatmeal cookies. Or, maybe cover myself in pudding and toss myself over the balcony (tapioca). The pudding is for a snack, its a bad last meal but, I'm kind of craving sweet stuff.
Or maybe I can torture my bitch neighbor, that will cheer me up (she sang Britney Spears very loudly and drunkly at 3 am the other night, and I didn't even axe her to death :) (the whole forcing myself to be nice thing). This is kind of nice, early morning music appreciation class.
Look, I think I am pretty nice. I have tried to be, really. I don't like to use my box for bitching, I'd much rather stuff random and strange stuff into it lol. But for real, if you don't have a penis, that is a big issue. If you are submissive it's just not going to happen for you with me, there is nothing even remotely switchy in my nature. I know I am tall and I have boobs and an opinion, still, not going to happen. Seriously, it would be awful for everyone involved. I would say wash my dishes bitch, crawl around, bark like a puppy, put your left foot in, take your left foot out, and be totally bored in like 32 seconds. And not just regular bored, but like painfully super ultra mega bored. Like I want to spork my brains out bored. I would really rather make a bowl of pastey oatmeal and just stare at it for like 12 hours. So to recap- No penis, no thank you, submissive have a nice day, and keep it moving. Thanks for understanding.
It's like one of those bags, I forget what they are called but you pay a dollar for a "surprise" in a brown paper bag. It's usually random junk like kazoos and old pop rocks, well this is pretty much the same principle but for free. :)
Dear submissive guys, I don't want to make you my bitch. I would be bored about 4 minutes into that. Also, two bitches is one bitch too many. :) Like having two outlets and no plug or something.
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">" target="_blank"> perfect, and I like to post any song with the word baby in it :)
">" target="_blank"> There are no words for how supermazingly fantastic this is, but I tried.
And a lil Bukowski
Somebody
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles
Bukowski?
and I said
forget that
I do not feel good I've got the sad sads all I want to do is fuck you and she laughed she thought I was being clever and O I just looked up her long slim legs of heaven I saw her liver and her quivering intestine I saw Christ in there jumping to a folk-rock all the long lines of starvation within me rose and I walked over and grabbed her on the couch ripped her dress up around her face and I didn't care rape or the end of the earth one more time to be there anywhere real yes her panties were on the floor and my cock went in my cock my god my cock went in I was Charles Somebody.
Going to bed, I think its over lol.
Too much redbull to sleep or focus properly sooooooo, I guess I will subject everyone to my randomness. :)
Good morning :) sooooo just wanna say sorry for being so flakey lately. I promise to write back as soon as I can (to most of you lol, seriously cuz some lady wrote me talking about some guy and a telephone and a nightmare and blah blah blah, anyhow completely absurd). I just pop in for a few minutes at a time to procrastinate and avoid doing what I actually should be doing. For your listening pleasure two completely random songs to annoy your neighbors with, or a perfectly good excuse to dance around you house in a bath robe.
Well, I've written support about my pictures no response yet :( Being invisable is just not as awesome as it sounds. Soooooo if you're interested and I'm interested in you, I'll just send you a pic. Yay, I'm solution oriented! This feature is so dangerous, I could blabber away all my secrets in here, or I could give you an another awesome song (I'm a giver :) ) ">" target="_blank"> (awesome)
">" target="_blank"> (because I love it!) Ok peeps, have a nice day and turn it up real loud. xoxo
While I'm at it, a little something for your ears. Grrrrrrrrr! ">" target="_blank">
I didn't take them down on purpose (the pictures). I like variety and I was switching around and adding a few other pics and they disappeared I'm assuming that they will be back soon. :) The wrong one will be the primary and I'll be back to square one or I'll say fuck it. We'll see.
I am a lot of things, the first thing I am is not good at summarizing myself. I know what I like and what I don't like. I also know that there are probably things I don't know that I like yet. Talking about myself in a tiny box makes me feel like an asshole.The things that I like include, but are not limited to...... Red lipstick, subversion, fruit, Charles Bukowski, the way that zombie movies are always inherently political, music, GTO'S, spankings, luchadors, IKEA, also those scratch and sniff stickers were cool. I don't like...... Meat in a can, insincerity, whiney cry babies, sun dried tomatoes, jogging pants, the man, that creepy voice in the self check out lane, scratchy sheets, slow drivers, clowns, weakness of will, tampon commercials ( we all know where they are) and many more. Anything that is beyond the surface about me, is a thing that would be revealed in private. This box can only be a reflection of 10 minutes inside of my head. 
Hiya. Well first I just want to say, I'm not ignoring you (most likely, unless you're a bitch face or kind of a fuck noodle, in which case you probably know, use your best judgement) but CM has been glitchy as hell for me. I go to write back to some well written email that actually provokes a response other than thank you or you want do what to my what with a screwdriver a lemon and a copy of National Geographic and then I get a cannot display webpage thingy. It's annoying and I've been kinda busy too so y'all understand, I'll get back at ya soon. 
Looking for a new job makes me just want to keep the old one and sell blood to pick up the slack, mmm stale oatmeal cookies. Or, maybe cover myself in pudding and toss myself over the balcony (tapioca). The pudding is for a snack, its a bad last meal but, I'm kind of craving sweet stuff.
Just Serge on a loop in my head for all eternity 24 hours is a lifetime, blah blah blah
Happy festive, seasonal, celebratory, ah screw it, Merry Christmas. :)
