Anyone who actually is reading my blog, you have most likely noticed I changed, well, everything. The name, the color scheme, and everything. But the blog is going to stay the same. It is just the name of the blog really didn't fit what I was writing anymore, so I have been trying to figure out a new name and look for a while now.
Today while I was walking it just hit me. Like a semi on a freeway. "It is just all my thoughts thrown together in some wild display of randomness! Every post is... Just A Thought!" and BAM! blog name! then BLAMO! thought bubble-thought cloud- CLOUDS! new look!!! so don't freak out because you loaded up my page and it looks nothing like it used to! It is going to change a few more times probably until I find the perfect look. The name will stick forever probably, but I want to eventually get my own pictures up here. Not just something I found and edited on the internet.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Music
Music is a big deal in my life. I love listening to it and just escaping. Sure that is how it is with everyone but it is so much more than that for me. When I listen to my favorite song I don't just hear the music, I can feel it. It brings me from where ever I am right then and puts me in the middle of this beautiful, serene, peaceful place that I am free to be me.
That is a big deal.
I dont think more than 2 people know the real true me. So many people I have to lie to, some the same, some know different lies. I am such a caring person about what others think that I have to hide who I am. And in those 3 minutes, listening to that one song that can make me feel bliss, I am finally free to think and be me. The real me.
I delve so deep into my writing trying to show others what I am feeling but I don't think anyone really sees what I am trying to say when I am writing. Sure they see what I am actually writing, as in the story itself. But no one sees what lies behind, the honest truth that I am trying to expose through my words.
But that is all fine, I don't know for sure if I really want people to know the real me. It scares me to open my self. But it hurts sometimes to hide me under a pile of lies.
That's why I have my music, not just to express myself but to find myself. Sometimes I am in hiding for so long, trying to hide the real me from everyone that I start to forget who I am. But music helps me to redefine me.
Music will forever be a huge part in my life. I will make sure that my children are exposed to music, all genres, because every type has different emotions hidden with in. It is important for people to discover themselves and I see a way of doing that is through music.
Some people want to blame music for the way kids misbehave, but it isn't the music, it is just them acting upon everything they keep hidden inside. Music is a cure, it is a safe haven, not the enemy.
That is a big deal.
I dont think more than 2 people know the real true me. So many people I have to lie to, some the same, some know different lies. I am such a caring person about what others think that I have to hide who I am. And in those 3 minutes, listening to that one song that can make me feel bliss, I am finally free to think and be me. The real me.
I delve so deep into my writing trying to show others what I am feeling but I don't think anyone really sees what I am trying to say when I am writing. Sure they see what I am actually writing, as in the story itself. But no one sees what lies behind, the honest truth that I am trying to expose through my words.
But that is all fine, I don't know for sure if I really want people to know the real me. It scares me to open my self. But it hurts sometimes to hide me under a pile of lies.
That's why I have my music, not just to express myself but to find myself. Sometimes I am in hiding for so long, trying to hide the real me from everyone that I start to forget who I am. But music helps me to redefine me.
Music will forever be a huge part in my life. I will make sure that my children are exposed to music, all genres, because every type has different emotions hidden with in. It is important for people to discover themselves and I see a way of doing that is through music.
Some people want to blame music for the way kids misbehave, but it isn't the music, it is just them acting upon everything they keep hidden inside. Music is a cure, it is a safe haven, not the enemy.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Are you on the right side of history?
Years and years from now, when our children's children are coming over to visit and they talk about 'back when gay people didn't have equal rights' what will you tell them? Will you talk about how you stood your ground and fought through all odds to win your rights? will you tell them that you were there, standing side by side with your gay friends/family, to help them win their rights? or will you tell them that you were against it? 2 of those answers will make your grand kids look up at you in pride. Spoiler: the last one isn't one of them.
You might not realize it now, but years from now this WILL end up in the history books. It might not seem like that big of a deal to some people, but it is bigger than you know.
I bet during the women's rights movement, many men thought that women wouldn't get their rights and that years later it would all be done for and forgotten. But that wasn't the case, women never gave up, they fought, and they fought until they had the same rights as any man. Today we read about it in the history books.
Even farther back, when blacks had to fight for their rights. Whites saw them as less. Like they weren't human beings. But that wasn't all whites! some whites were there and supported the black's getting their rights. Again, people thought it would just go away, that this wouldn't be a big deal, but it DIDN'T go away, it went on until rights were given. Today we read about it in the history books.
A little closer to home now. Some might not even think about this now, but for a while, blacks and whites couldn't marry one another. They fought and won their rights as well. During this fight it was said that if blacks and whites were aloud to marry one another, it would tear the fabric of society! The next step would be people wanting to marry their dogs! Everything would change and not for the better. But here we are, inter-racial families are just a normal part of society now. We read about this in the history books.
Now here we are, gay people having to fight for OUR right to marry. Really, you think people would see the pattern by now. People fight for their rights until they get it. We aren't just going to give up because you say 'The bible says it is wrong.' There is a reason for the separation of church and state, this is one of those reasons. We can't make a decision based on our religion. Just because you believe something doesn't mean everyone else does. There are gay christians and churches that accept gay people into their society, just because you are stuck in the past, doesn't mean the world should be also.
The world is a new place now compared to what it was. Has anyone ever stopped to think that maybe what the bible is, isn't all that it ever will be? Maybe there is more out there being written right now as I type, The rules in the bible changed from the old to new testament. Who's to say it wont change again? People change, times change. It is just life.
So I will ask you again:
Stop and look at your self right now...
When this time is looked back on in the future...
Will you be seen as the good guy?...
Or the bad guy?
You might not realize it now, but years from now this WILL end up in the history books. It might not seem like that big of a deal to some people, but it is bigger than you know.
I bet during the women's rights movement, many men thought that women wouldn't get their rights and that years later it would all be done for and forgotten. But that wasn't the case, women never gave up, they fought, and they fought until they had the same rights as any man. Today we read about it in the history books.
Even farther back, when blacks had to fight for their rights. Whites saw them as less. Like they weren't human beings. But that wasn't all whites! some whites were there and supported the black's getting their rights. Again, people thought it would just go away, that this wouldn't be a big deal, but it DIDN'T go away, it went on until rights were given. Today we read about it in the history books.
A little closer to home now. Some might not even think about this now, but for a while, blacks and whites couldn't marry one another. They fought and won their rights as well. During this fight it was said that if blacks and whites were aloud to marry one another, it would tear the fabric of society! The next step would be people wanting to marry their dogs! Everything would change and not for the better. But here we are, inter-racial families are just a normal part of society now. We read about this in the history books.
Now here we are, gay people having to fight for OUR right to marry. Really, you think people would see the pattern by now. People fight for their rights until they get it. We aren't just going to give up because you say 'The bible says it is wrong.' There is a reason for the separation of church and state, this is one of those reasons. We can't make a decision based on our religion. Just because you believe something doesn't mean everyone else does. There are gay christians and churches that accept gay people into their society, just because you are stuck in the past, doesn't mean the world should be also.
The world is a new place now compared to what it was. Has anyone ever stopped to think that maybe what the bible is, isn't all that it ever will be? Maybe there is more out there being written right now as I type, The rules in the bible changed from the old to new testament. Who's to say it wont change again? People change, times change. It is just life.
So I will ask you again:
Stop and look at your self right now...
When this time is looked back on in the future...
Will you be seen as the good guy?...
Or the bad guy?
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Zero Inspiration
I have been working on a story for some time now. It started out as just a little something stupid to write for a good friend of mine but grew into this amazing lesbian romance story. I was on a roll! Writing chapter after chapter, ideas just pouring out of me, some ideas layed out before I even got to that point in the story yet! But now, nothing. I love the story, and I know where I want it to go, but right now, I have lost all inspiration. I know what I could write, but it is pointless to write it if my emotion isn't in it. Then it would just be boring facts and no love or passion.
My inspiration left April 17th.
How can I be so exact? you may ask. Well that day I went to see the woman I love perform with her band. It wasn't a big thing, just an acoustic show with a few close friends and hardcore fans (that which I happen to fall into both categories) After the show a few of us went out for pizza. It was when we went out for pizza that I realized that the woman I love, now love someone else. My best friend to be exact, Carrie.
Now it isn't like Carrie stole her from me. I don't even know if Carrie KNOWS that she is in love with her. Carrie is straight, so there is no reason I could be mad at her about all this.
But still, against everything I try, I just have 0 inspiration for my story. I have tried flirting with other women, nothing.
Talking to someone else and venting feelings, nada.
Watching romance movies and tv shows, zilch.
I am fresh out of feelings. I feel so emotionally dead I am pretty sure I have been turned into a heartless player, of course no way of knowing since I am living in what seems to be THE STRAIGHTEST TOWN IN CALIFORNIA!
I just want to be able to walk down the street and have a nice woman honk or whistle at me. I am getting so fed up with telling every single guy that hits on me I am gay. For once I would like to tell the woman checking me out from across the room that I am gay instead! but of course there IS no woman checking me out from across the room. Because
AGAIN
STRAIGHTEST TOWN IN CALIFORNIA!
I just need some inspiration, this story means so much to me and I can't just give up on it now. There are so few Lesbian writers out there and I just want to put something out there for other girls like me. Girls who are just coming to terms with their sexuality and need something to read to make them feel good about themselves.
I know that when I would go to read a book and it was about a girl/boy romance, it would just make me feel like shit. But when I found my first lesbian romance: Keeping You a Secret, I read that book so many times I don't even have to open it anymore to read it, it is all in my head.
That book gave me courage to be who I am. That is what I want my story to do for someone one day. Even if it is one girl, and I finally give her the courage to come out, that would be amazing and beautiful.
But all I need to finish my story is a little inspiration. So please anyone reading this! Send me some 'feels'! I need something to spark some love or sadness in me. Really any emotion would be great, I haven't felt anything but Bitch for a solid week now.
My inspiration left April 17th.
How can I be so exact? you may ask. Well that day I went to see the woman I love perform with her band. It wasn't a big thing, just an acoustic show with a few close friends and hardcore fans (that which I happen to fall into both categories) After the show a few of us went out for pizza. It was when we went out for pizza that I realized that the woman I love, now love someone else. My best friend to be exact, Carrie.
Now it isn't like Carrie stole her from me. I don't even know if Carrie KNOWS that she is in love with her. Carrie is straight, so there is no reason I could be mad at her about all this.
But still, against everything I try, I just have 0 inspiration for my story. I have tried flirting with other women, nothing.
Talking to someone else and venting feelings, nada.
Watching romance movies and tv shows, zilch.
I am fresh out of feelings. I feel so emotionally dead I am pretty sure I have been turned into a heartless player, of course no way of knowing since I am living in what seems to be THE STRAIGHTEST TOWN IN CALIFORNIA!
I just want to be able to walk down the street and have a nice woman honk or whistle at me. I am getting so fed up with telling every single guy that hits on me I am gay. For once I would like to tell the woman checking me out from across the room that I am gay instead! but of course there IS no woman checking me out from across the room. Because
AGAIN
STRAIGHTEST TOWN IN CALIFORNIA!
I just need some inspiration, this story means so much to me and I can't just give up on it now. There are so few Lesbian writers out there and I just want to put something out there for other girls like me. Girls who are just coming to terms with their sexuality and need something to read to make them feel good about themselves.
I know that when I would go to read a book and it was about a girl/boy romance, it would just make me feel like shit. But when I found my first lesbian romance: Keeping You a Secret, I read that book so many times I don't even have to open it anymore to read it, it is all in my head.
That book gave me courage to be who I am. That is what I want my story to do for someone one day. Even if it is one girl, and I finally give her the courage to come out, that would be amazing and beautiful.
But all I need to finish my story is a little inspiration. So please anyone reading this! Send me some 'feels'! I need something to spark some love or sadness in me. Really any emotion would be great, I haven't felt anything but Bitch for a solid week now.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Ribbons in time
Have you ever taken a moment to think about what your feelings? I don't mean what you are feeling, but the feeling itself. It is so strange to think that one feeling or emotion is there for a moment and then is gone. It just deosn't make any sense. Something so strong and so powerful, but yet it only exists in that moment? So I began thinking about this today and I realized, these feelings never really do leave. They are forever stuck in that place, or with a certain thing there at the time. Forever implanted right where the feeling started. It is like through out or life we are leaving this trail. A trail composed of a ribbon. This ribbon can change colors and textures depending on our feelings and once it has found something to stick to, it is forever there. Over time some of the trail becomes sheer, things are forgotten and just left blowing in the wind. But there will always be those feelings you had that stand strong. The ones that when you see a certain item, or you walk down that 1 street, you can feel that sense of great emotion lingering there.
Everyone has those places where they go when they need a mood booster. After a while that spot looses its magic. I believe this is because after so long of going there for comfort, our once ribbon of silk has been covered over with many ribbons or burlap and baft, taking that place we once saw joy and replacing it with the memories of why you went there for comfort and solitude to begin with.
Most of the time these ribons are invisible, and only you know where they lye. But every once in a while you can see it in someones eye, where their ribbons lye.
You could be walking down the street one day and watch as a woman sits on a park bench. She will get this smile on her face, like seeing an old friend. She might slowly run her hand along the bench and breath in a deep breath, remembering days long gone. Right then you can see her ribbon, you don't know what happened there to leave her so attached, but you know that the ribbon that lies there is a soft fine one, one that holds happiness.
Or you could be at a funeral. An older woman clutching a handkerchief to her chest as she rests a gentle shaking hand on a casket. Her eyes well with tears as she looks at her husband of 50 years lying there lifeless. She will place that very handkerchief on his chest after gently pressing it to her lips. In that moment you can see that the small piece of cloth was so much more, it had been wrapped with years of satin and then draped with a shawl of horrible black burlap.
These ribbons go on throughout your whole life and they get tangled with others.
Like that first kiss, that moment 2 ribbons found eachother and twisted together, forever holding true in both of your lives.
It could be an accident and your ribbons get harshly tangled, unable to tear them from each other.
Or it could be a wondrous occasion, a child being born bringing many hearts together, forever weaving beautiful shades and textures of ribbon together in love.
No one realizes it but what we feel every day, it lingers for a lifetime. What we feel everyday, it could leave a huge imprint on our future. All of that ribbon left behind, one day it will catch up to you, the question is, will you be able to weave a beautiful soft enjoyable blanket with it? one that you can cover up with and be happy keeping forever? or will your blanket be horribly scrachy and pokey, making you miserable forever?
Everyone has those places where they go when they need a mood booster. After a while that spot looses its magic. I believe this is because after so long of going there for comfort, our once ribbon of silk has been covered over with many ribbons or burlap and baft, taking that place we once saw joy and replacing it with the memories of why you went there for comfort and solitude to begin with.
Most of the time these ribons are invisible, and only you know where they lye. But every once in a while you can see it in someones eye, where their ribbons lye.
You could be walking down the street one day and watch as a woman sits on a park bench. She will get this smile on her face, like seeing an old friend. She might slowly run her hand along the bench and breath in a deep breath, remembering days long gone. Right then you can see her ribbon, you don't know what happened there to leave her so attached, but you know that the ribbon that lies there is a soft fine one, one that holds happiness.
Or you could be at a funeral. An older woman clutching a handkerchief to her chest as she rests a gentle shaking hand on a casket. Her eyes well with tears as she looks at her husband of 50 years lying there lifeless. She will place that very handkerchief on his chest after gently pressing it to her lips. In that moment you can see that the small piece of cloth was so much more, it had been wrapped with years of satin and then draped with a shawl of horrible black burlap.
These ribbons go on throughout your whole life and they get tangled with others.
Like that first kiss, that moment 2 ribbons found eachother and twisted together, forever holding true in both of your lives.
It could be an accident and your ribbons get harshly tangled, unable to tear them from each other.
Or it could be a wondrous occasion, a child being born bringing many hearts together, forever weaving beautiful shades and textures of ribbon together in love.
No one realizes it but what we feel every day, it lingers for a lifetime. What we feel everyday, it could leave a huge imprint on our future. All of that ribbon left behind, one day it will catch up to you, the question is, will you be able to weave a beautiful soft enjoyable blanket with it? one that you can cover up with and be happy keeping forever? or will your blanket be horribly scrachy and pokey, making you miserable forever?
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Grammar Nazi (aka me)
Ok so I have a hard time making friends, and keeping them also. For the longest time I thought it was just because I am socially awkward and I don't get out much. Okay lets put into perspective how many friends I have. I talk to tons of people but, if we are going to count my girlfriend, Then I have a total of 3 friends. I have acquaintances, but I can't talk to them for very long before they start to drive me insane. The reasoning behind all of this I have discovered, is my severe hatred to those that use improper grammar. I can't stand slang, I can't stand it when people misspell words, and I am over obsessed with the oxford comma. (as demonstrated in that sentences, I am so clever *cheesy grin*)For those of you that have no idea what the oxford comma is, I shall demonstrate with some pictures. These pictures might turn you to be obsessed as well, so look with caution!
and there are some things for you to think about. The oxford comma is important and should always be used, or else your sentences could just sound confusing, and hilarious, to us grammar nazis.
Now for some plain grammar fun! here are some more pictures:
That last one was just for everyone I converted to Team oxford comma! hahaha well I hope everyone enjoyed my grammar nonsense, because that was all I had to say for today.
and there are some things for you to think about. The oxford comma is important and should always be used, or else your sentences could just sound confusing, and hilarious, to us grammar nazis.
Now for some plain grammar fun! here are some more pictures:
That last one was just for everyone I converted to Team oxford comma! hahaha well I hope everyone enjoyed my grammar nonsense, because that was all I had to say for today.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Wattpad
Ok so this post is going to be a little lame, and probably pretty short.
I write stories, as you can probably tell already from this blog. But this is not the only place I will post my stories. Right now I am in the process of writing a book. I don't know if it will ever get published, I am hoping it will, but for now I am posting the rough rough draft online here . There are 2 different stories there, one of them is pretty lame, it is basically just crap I think about writing to my girlfriend but am far too shy to actually say to her...
ok so she isn't really my girlfriend per-say, but we act like we are dating and talk like we are dating, we would probably BE dating if it wasn't for her mother... but we aren't dating.. so say things, like I do in the story called Letters To Her, would just be pushing things a little too far in my mind. I only say that because I freak out that if I say the wrong thing to her then she will just stop talking to me and I will never get the chance to win her back.
Anyways, back to my stories... The story I am writing right now is called So There's This Girl... It is about this girl Destiny, she meets the new girl Iris and slowly starts falling in love with her. I am not going to give too much of a description because then it would give away the ending of the story which I don't want anyone to know about till I get there... So if you are at all curious about the story then go and check it out! here it is again!
This story originally started out as a story I was writing to cheer up my girlfriend. I started it and everytime she was feeling down I would add more and send it to her. After a few paragraphs of it she told me that it was really good. So good in fact that she said I could probably get it published. So I decided I would post it on that site and see what happened... So far nothing really, no one is following me and no one has posted any comments. But if you guys went and followed me and posted comments about how awesome I am then maybe others would follow you and then I would be famous and more willing to send my book to people to maybe get it published... Then I could start making real money off of it! So you guys should really go and check it out!
I write stories, as you can probably tell already from this blog. But this is not the only place I will post my stories. Right now I am in the process of writing a book. I don't know if it will ever get published, I am hoping it will, but for now I am posting the rough rough draft online here . There are 2 different stories there, one of them is pretty lame, it is basically just crap I think about writing to my girlfriend but am far too shy to actually say to her...
ok so she isn't really my girlfriend per-say, but we act like we are dating and talk like we are dating, we would probably BE dating if it wasn't for her mother... but we aren't dating.. so say things, like I do in the story called Letters To Her, would just be pushing things a little too far in my mind. I only say that because I freak out that if I say the wrong thing to her then she will just stop talking to me and I will never get the chance to win her back.
Anyways, back to my stories... The story I am writing right now is called So There's This Girl... It is about this girl Destiny, she meets the new girl Iris and slowly starts falling in love with her. I am not going to give too much of a description because then it would give away the ending of the story which I don't want anyone to know about till I get there... So if you are at all curious about the story then go and check it out! here it is again!
This story originally started out as a story I was writing to cheer up my girlfriend. I started it and everytime she was feeling down I would add more and send it to her. After a few paragraphs of it she told me that it was really good. So good in fact that she said I could probably get it published. So I decided I would post it on that site and see what happened... So far nothing really, no one is following me and no one has posted any comments. But if you guys went and followed me and posted comments about how awesome I am then maybe others would follow you and then I would be famous and more willing to send my book to people to maybe get it published... Then I could start making real money off of it! So you guys should really go and check it out!
The adventures of me and the opossum, raccoon, or demon monster from hell part 2
ok so I said that I would update today letting you guys know what happened with the whole Opossum, raccoon or demon monster from hell... but I don't think this update will live up to your expectations, in fact it is pretty boring since nothing really happened today... just alot of stuff that we thought was something but really, was nothing. So if this is boring then I warned you here and you decided to read it anyways, it is all on you. I promise that all of my posts wont be as boring as this though, as an example of a not boring post, remember part 1 of this amazing story. Well, enjoy.
So I got extra sleep today because I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep the night before. I woke up and had a text. I woke up at 10:30 and the text was from an hour earlier. Brenda had said this:
"I have things to do today and I am tired of sharing my room. want to come over for a minute while I chase this bitch out of MY room?"
She texted me from her sons phone so I was slightly confused when the id said Mike. So for a few minutes none of that made any sense, then I remembered that she had broken her phone yesterday when we were trying to get the demon monster from hell out of her room. So I texted back asking if she still wanted me to come over since she had texted me that an hour earlier. she replied saying:
"Shane just passed out, I am in the living room so I put him to bed. Had a fun time last night that monster was destroying my room."
That text confused me because I still didn't know whether or not she wanted me to come over still so I asked
"Is all that a yes?"
and again I get a cryptic message saying:
"I don't feel fresh today."
so by now I was just getting irritated I wanted to know if I had to get out of bed and get dressed or if I could just stay in bed all day anyways like I had planned to anyways. So I asked again and she said:
"I dont want shane to wake up up cause he will b a butt, he didn't get much sleep because of the monster."
So finally I got a straight answer. I asked her if she wanted to wait till after he woke up. she said:
"Yeah or maybe just in an hour, I am going to put my BALLS on and go get clean under clothes!"
I laughed at this because, well it just sounded funny, a chick saying she was going to go and put her balls on, the picture is funny you have to admit.
"Yeah funny, have you ever seen them on a girl?"
then I said no but i bet it would be funny so she said "I would show you mine but I am shy" this made me really laugh hard. then she said "Ok going in" and that was that till she called me later to come over and help make sure the beast was gone.
We went into her room and stood in the corner by the door for a couple minutes horrified to go and check around for the devil monster from hell. then we slowly made our way to the bed and decided instead of looking under the bed and risking our faces getting ripped off we would just flip the mattress and the box spring away from the door that way if we do see the beast we would have a chance to run from the room. So we flip the mattress and so far, nothing. Not a sound. so we hesitate and quickly flip the box spring. We both close our eyes, why we did that I have no idea, I think if the beast was there and we closed our eyes then it would have mauled us, and then we would have been dead because we are big sissy's and instead of running we would probably fall on the ground and freeze, crying. But after a couple seconds we looked and there was the huge hole in the bottom of her box spring and there was little bits of cloth everywhere where the thing had taken her clothes and torn them probably to make itself a nice little bed inside the box spring. But there was no sign of Phillip (
So I got extra sleep today because I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep the night before. I woke up and had a text. I woke up at 10:30 and the text was from an hour earlier. Brenda had said this:
"I have things to do today and I am tired of sharing my room. want to come over for a minute while I chase this bitch out of MY room?"
She texted me from her sons phone so I was slightly confused when the id said Mike. So for a few minutes none of that made any sense, then I remembered that she had broken her phone yesterday when we were trying to get the demon monster from hell out of her room. So I texted back asking if she still wanted me to come over since she had texted me that an hour earlier. she replied saying:
"Shane just passed out, I am in the living room so I put him to bed. Had a fun time last night that monster was destroying my room."
That text confused me because I still didn't know whether or not she wanted me to come over still so I asked
"Is all that a yes?"
and again I get a cryptic message saying:
"I don't feel fresh today."
so by now I was just getting irritated I wanted to know if I had to get out of bed and get dressed or if I could just stay in bed all day anyways like I had planned to anyways. So I asked again and she said:
"I dont want shane to wake up up cause he will b a butt, he didn't get much sleep because of the monster."
So finally I got a straight answer. I asked her if she wanted to wait till after he woke up. she said:
"Yeah or maybe just in an hour, I am going to put my BALLS on and go get clean under clothes!"
I laughed at this because, well it just sounded funny, a chick saying she was going to go and put her balls on, the picture is funny you have to admit.
"Yeah funny, have you ever seen them on a girl?"
then I said no but i bet it would be funny so she said "I would show you mine but I am shy" this made me really laugh hard. then she said "Ok going in" and that was that till she called me later to come over and help make sure the beast was gone.
We went into her room and stood in the corner by the door for a couple minutes horrified to go and check around for the devil monster from hell. then we slowly made our way to the bed and decided instead of looking under the bed and risking our faces getting ripped off we would just flip the mattress and the box spring away from the door that way if we do see the beast we would have a chance to run from the room. So we flip the mattress and so far, nothing. Not a sound. so we hesitate and quickly flip the box spring. We both close our eyes, why we did that I have no idea, I think if the beast was there and we closed our eyes then it would have mauled us, and then we would have been dead because we are big sissy's and instead of running we would probably fall on the ground and freeze, crying. But after a couple seconds we looked and there was the huge hole in the bottom of her box spring and there was little bits of cloth everywhere where the thing had taken her clothes and torn them probably to make itself a nice little bed inside the box spring. But there was no sign of Phillip (
Thursday, April 11, 2013
The adventures of me and the opossum, raccoon, or demon monster from hell...
Ok so last night I didn't get to bed until around 2 or 3 in the morning. I was exhausted and so ready to sleep in till 9, but apparently life had other plans for me. At around 6ish this morning I got a text, I was far too exhausted being as I only had fallen asleep a mere 2 hours earlier. Right before I fell back asleep someone was pounding on my door. I waited to see if they would go away but no. Life had it planned for me to not sleep. So moaning and groaning I got up and sulked to the door. When I opened it there stood my sister with the phone in her hand. "Brenda says she needs you at her house like now! it is an emergency!" My brain wasn't functioning so the word 'emergency' didn't really alarm me the way it should have. so I brushed it off and went back to my bed. By now I was BEYOND pissed off. I sat down on my bed and figured 'well I am up, might as well read that text now' I read it and then the word emergency flipped in my head here is the text I received:
"HELP THAT MONSTER THAT WAS IN GARAGE IS IN MY ROOM!!!!"
Now, I should probably give a bit of a background story so that makes more sense.
The beginning of the week I went over to my friends house to help her out with cleaning her garage, when we were in there we had to clean out a lot a LOT of dead mice. I mean, these little bastards were everywhere! Me and my friend are huge wusses so every time we would see one, we would shriek and scream and jump around, moving just one of these tiny dead things took about 10 minutes. They were all stiff and stinky and ugh! just thinking about them again is making me feel sick! We had to pick up about 10 of them. Well anyways, about the 'monster' While we were in there, nothing seemed out of the ordinary just a ton of crap in someones garage, normal stuff. But then when we weren't in there, we heard something moving, and it wasn't a mouse because this thing was knocking stuff over. At first we just thought it was their Rottweiler, but when we went out to check it out, the huge dog was huddled in the corner away from its blankets, obviously scared of something.We thought that was a little weird so we closed the garage door and hoped that whatever was in there would find its way out of the garage through the back door. and now we are caught up on what the monster from the garage is.
Well now back to today.
So I was running on 2 hours of sleep so my brain wasn't working, when she said that I didn't understand at first, I thought she was joking around like "omg there is a monster under my bed! come save me!" so, my dumb self replies
"Monster?"
so she says:
"that thing that was in garage chased me out of bed this morning it must b a rat"
and then I remember the whole 'monster in the garage' story that I just told you up there ^
so I sat back up in bed and started to very slowly get dressed so I could go up to her house and try to help her get the 'rat' out of her room. Now I don't know what got it into my mind that I was going to be of any use moving a live rat out of a room, I couldn't even handle moving DEAD mice!!! But I went over anyways to try and help...
I got there and she told me that it was under her bed somewhere and she closed the door, so it was trapped in the room. I look around every where and I don't see anything. I try to stay away from anything that it could be under because if that thing touched me I would probably vomit or faint or scream bloody murder! I very slowly got down on the ground and with a quaky hand I lifted the under skirt too her bed. Immediately I saw that there was a tear in her box spring anf the 'rat' had probably made itself a nice little home inside of it. so I got ontop of the bed and started jumping around hoping that it would startle it enough to draw it out of the box spring but when I started jumping around I heard either a throaty hiss, or a growl, so I froze, that definitely didn't sound like a rat. Then I felt the bed move, and this bed is a California king, so it isn't easy to just move around. I flip out and go darting from the room, slamming the door behind me. I heard a thud as I closed the door and knew that whatever was under the bed must have tried to come after me when I came off the bed. I jumped around screaming for a little bit after I came out of the room. Then proceeded to be horrified by even going close to that door for the next hour. So finding out that what was under her bed was in fact and a wild animal of some sort we decided to call Animal control.
Well come to find out! Animal Control doesn't deal with wild animals out where we live, and we had to call a 'private vector' as Animal Control called it. They sent someone out anyways though to take a look, just to make sure that there was nothing that they could do, but that just didn't make any sense to me seeing as if they already thought there wasn't anything they could do that they should have just given us the wildlife experts number for us to call instead of wasting their time looking under the bed and saying "Well I can't see anything, so here is the wildlife experts card, give him a call he should be able to help you." The only good thing that came out of him being there was that Brenda could go into her room quickly, feeling semi safe knowing an animal expert was in the house, to get some clothes.
The Animal Control guy left and we called the Wildlife expert. He charged $175 just to come and get the animal, not counting anything extra that he might have to use to lure it out. So that was out of the question, we didn't have the money to do that. So we had to figure out first off what was in the room and then how to get it out.
We ended up deciphering that it was either a raccoon or an opossum, though me and tif were possitive it was a demon monster from the depths of hell. (Tif is Brenda's daughter) I was so tired by now (around noonish) that my fear turned into nervous fits of hysteric laughter. Right around this time, I went insane, I dont remember everything that happened but I remember parts. First off me and tif sat by the door and named the Demon monster from hell, his/her name is Phillip... but not like happy sweet Phillip, you must say it in a deep menacing voice, it sounds much scarier and sinister then... Then another thing I remember was my dumb ass flipping Phillip off using both hands and stick them under the door, risking my fingers getting bitten off, luckily they didn't, but still.. it was a stupid move.
So the day ended without anything else exciting happening, but it is still in the room right now as far as I know, I shall update everyone on Phillip tomorrow, hopefully we get him out of there!
"HELP THAT MONSTER THAT WAS IN GARAGE IS IN MY ROOM!!!!"
Now, I should probably give a bit of a background story so that makes more sense.
The beginning of the week I went over to my friends house to help her out with cleaning her garage, when we were in there we had to clean out a lot a LOT of dead mice. I mean, these little bastards were everywhere! Me and my friend are huge wusses so every time we would see one, we would shriek and scream and jump around, moving just one of these tiny dead things took about 10 minutes. They were all stiff and stinky and ugh! just thinking about them again is making me feel sick! We had to pick up about 10 of them. Well anyways, about the 'monster' While we were in there, nothing seemed out of the ordinary just a ton of crap in someones garage, normal stuff. But then when we weren't in there, we heard something moving, and it wasn't a mouse because this thing was knocking stuff over. At first we just thought it was their Rottweiler, but when we went out to check it out, the huge dog was huddled in the corner away from its blankets, obviously scared of something.We thought that was a little weird so we closed the garage door and hoped that whatever was in there would find its way out of the garage through the back door. and now we are caught up on what the monster from the garage is.
Well now back to today.
So I was running on 2 hours of sleep so my brain wasn't working, when she said that I didn't understand at first, I thought she was joking around like "omg there is a monster under my bed! come save me!" so, my dumb self replies
"Monster?"
so she says:
"that thing that was in garage chased me out of bed this morning it must b a rat"
and then I remember the whole 'monster in the garage' story that I just told you up there ^
so I sat back up in bed and started to very slowly get dressed so I could go up to her house and try to help her get the 'rat' out of her room. Now I don't know what got it into my mind that I was going to be of any use moving a live rat out of a room, I couldn't even handle moving DEAD mice!!! But I went over anyways to try and help...
I got there and she told me that it was under her bed somewhere and she closed the door, so it was trapped in the room. I look around every where and I don't see anything. I try to stay away from anything that it could be under because if that thing touched me I would probably vomit or faint or scream bloody murder! I very slowly got down on the ground and with a quaky hand I lifted the under skirt too her bed. Immediately I saw that there was a tear in her box spring anf the 'rat' had probably made itself a nice little home inside of it. so I got ontop of the bed and started jumping around hoping that it would startle it enough to draw it out of the box spring but when I started jumping around I heard either a throaty hiss, or a growl, so I froze, that definitely didn't sound like a rat. Then I felt the bed move, and this bed is a California king, so it isn't easy to just move around. I flip out and go darting from the room, slamming the door behind me. I heard a thud as I closed the door and knew that whatever was under the bed must have tried to come after me when I came off the bed. I jumped around screaming for a little bit after I came out of the room. Then proceeded to be horrified by even going close to that door for the next hour. So finding out that what was under her bed was in fact and a wild animal of some sort we decided to call Animal control.
Well come to find out! Animal Control doesn't deal with wild animals out where we live, and we had to call a 'private vector' as Animal Control called it. They sent someone out anyways though to take a look, just to make sure that there was nothing that they could do, but that just didn't make any sense to me seeing as if they already thought there wasn't anything they could do that they should have just given us the wildlife experts number for us to call instead of wasting their time looking under the bed and saying "Well I can't see anything, so here is the wildlife experts card, give him a call he should be able to help you." The only good thing that came out of him being there was that Brenda could go into her room quickly, feeling semi safe knowing an animal expert was in the house, to get some clothes.
The Animal Control guy left and we called the Wildlife expert. He charged $175 just to come and get the animal, not counting anything extra that he might have to use to lure it out. So that was out of the question, we didn't have the money to do that. So we had to figure out first off what was in the room and then how to get it out.
We ended up deciphering that it was either a raccoon or an opossum, though me and tif were possitive it was a demon monster from the depths of hell. (Tif is Brenda's daughter) I was so tired by now (around noonish) that my fear turned into nervous fits of hysteric laughter. Right around this time, I went insane, I dont remember everything that happened but I remember parts. First off me and tif sat by the door and named the Demon monster from hell, his/her name is Phillip... but not like happy sweet Phillip, you must say it in a deep menacing voice, it sounds much scarier and sinister then... Then another thing I remember was my dumb ass flipping Phillip off using both hands and stick them under the door, risking my fingers getting bitten off, luckily they didn't, but still.. it was a stupid move.
So the day ended without anything else exciting happening, but it is still in the room right now as far as I know, I shall update everyone on Phillip tomorrow, hopefully we get him out of there!
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Her
So this has turned into more of a romantic love type of blog than what was originally planned, and that is fine. But every now and again people want something they can laugh at. So now for a little story about how I discovered who I REALLY am.
For the longest time I dated guy after guy after guy. Basically, if a guy asked me out? BAM we were dating. Some lasted a while, some only last a matter of days. But in the end, when it was over whether I ended it or they did I didn't care. I would pretend I did, act depressed and like *cue dramatic-teenage-girl-breakup-drama* "Oh my god! my life is over! what will I ever do!" so that my friends wouldn't be like *cue-teenage-girl-fighting-for-no-reason* "You heartless bitch!"
But if I do say so myself I was a pretty damn good actress! I even convinced myself for a while there that I actually gave a damn about what guys thought about me.
But then one day along came this glorious angel. She was beautiful, though she couldn't see it. She was so very talented, though she denied it. From the moment we actually met, I knew there was just something different about her. We talked and became best friends. She knew every little dirty secret of mine,even the ones I made up foolishly to impress her. I knew about her secret crushes and teased her about them. It was the best friendship I had ever been in. Just full of laughter, happiness, and fun.
She sat behind me in English class and yes I know this whole thing sounds so cliche and lame, but this is honest to god how everything happened!
She started dating this guy that I had dated once, he was such a big looser. He was far to nice and needy, the type of guy that you just want to smack in the face and scream "WHAT THE HELL DUDE STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!" but no one ever did, so he went on being needy and pathetic.
Well while she was dating him we talked all the time and I began to realize that the happiness I got when I was around her wasn't because we were the best friends ever, it was because when we were together she gave me her full attention as if I was the only person in her life, and that was what I wanted.
Well when she was dating the pathetic looser, (lets just call him Eugumphry) I started to realize that my time with her was being stolen from me because his dumb ass was invading her thoughts. I started to feel something and I didn't like it one bit. I wanted to rip Eugumphrys head right off his body and feed it to my cat. But I had never felt anything like this before so I wasn't sure if this was really what jealousy felt like or if this was something else that was wrong with me.
So months went by and this feeling just kept getting stronger inside of me. I eventually just ran with the idea that it was jealousy and thought I should just buck up and live with it. Another couple months past and Eugumphry came for me for advice because apparently him and (we are going to call her Scarlet Rose) had been having problems lately and he needed my help because he knew that I knew her best. (that made me feel great, knowing that Eugumphry thought that I knew more about his girlfriend than I did.)
So foolishly I told him that I was going to help him out. At first I tried to actually help him. Then one day I was talking to Scarlet Rose in class and I let it slip that I liked her, and when I say like her, I mean I was so madly in love with her that I would find a way to move the sun moon and stars to make her happy. When I told her this, she told me she liked me also. At that very moment something switched in my head. I knew I had to destroy Eugumphry. The war was on.
I started feeding him false crap to do for Scarlet Rose that other girls would like but that she would hate and think was just disgusting and just want to smack him around. Then when I was talking to her and she would complain to me about something horribly stupid that he did to her I would talk crap about him back, implanting the thought that she hates his horrible guts and I am so SO SO much better than he could ever be to her.
We started making up stupid names for him and the one I remember most was M.A.W.F.U.B (motherfucking ass wipe fucked up bastard) Not soon after that name was created she left him and I remember that day so clearly because that was one of the all time happiest moments in my life.
She walked up to him after English (which I had with her) and dumped him, she wasn't nice about it either. She walked into her last period (which I also had with her, we sat next to each other) and we started writing a note back and forth like normal. I can't remember EVERYTHING that was said in that note but I remember one of us saying "blah blah KICKED THAT MAWFUB TO THE CURB!" then we talked for a while longer about a lot of nothing like normal and she asked me to be her girl... I read that and my heart soared, I had never felt like that from being asked out by someone my whole life! It was like someone from heaven reached down and touched my heart. Taking all of my worry and pain away for just a couple seconds. I said yes and so began the BEST relationship I had ever been in... Now if only I can convince her that I am best for her now also... I'll put a ring on her finger soon :)
Yup so it was funny in parts but most of it was love and romance, sorry but it looks as if I am just far too much in love to write something funny right now. Well I hope you enjoy romance crap because it looks as if you are going to be getting alot of it for a long time, and if I marry this girl then hey! you shall be getting it forever or until I decide to quit writing this blog, if more people start reading it though then maybe I wont quit it... hey a girl has to make a living some how!
For the longest time I dated guy after guy after guy. Basically, if a guy asked me out? BAM we were dating. Some lasted a while, some only last a matter of days. But in the end, when it was over whether I ended it or they did I didn't care. I would pretend I did, act depressed and like *cue dramatic-teenage-girl-breakup-drama* "Oh my god! my life is over! what will I ever do!" so that my friends wouldn't be like *cue-teenage-girl-fighting-for-no-reason* "You heartless bitch!"
But if I do say so myself I was a pretty damn good actress! I even convinced myself for a while there that I actually gave a damn about what guys thought about me.
But then one day along came this glorious angel. She was beautiful, though she couldn't see it. She was so very talented, though she denied it. From the moment we actually met, I knew there was just something different about her. We talked and became best friends. She knew every little dirty secret of mine,even the ones I made up foolishly to impress her. I knew about her secret crushes and teased her about them. It was the best friendship I had ever been in. Just full of laughter, happiness, and fun.
She sat behind me in English class and yes I know this whole thing sounds so cliche and lame, but this is honest to god how everything happened!
She started dating this guy that I had dated once, he was such a big looser. He was far to nice and needy, the type of guy that you just want to smack in the face and scream "WHAT THE HELL DUDE STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!" but no one ever did, so he went on being needy and pathetic.
Well while she was dating him we talked all the time and I began to realize that the happiness I got when I was around her wasn't because we were the best friends ever, it was because when we were together she gave me her full attention as if I was the only person in her life, and that was what I wanted.
Well when she was dating the pathetic looser, (lets just call him Eugumphry) I started to realize that my time with her was being stolen from me because his dumb ass was invading her thoughts. I started to feel something and I didn't like it one bit. I wanted to rip Eugumphrys head right off his body and feed it to my cat. But I had never felt anything like this before so I wasn't sure if this was really what jealousy felt like or if this was something else that was wrong with me.
So months went by and this feeling just kept getting stronger inside of me. I eventually just ran with the idea that it was jealousy and thought I should just buck up and live with it. Another couple months past and Eugumphry came for me for advice because apparently him and (we are going to call her Scarlet Rose) had been having problems lately and he needed my help because he knew that I knew her best. (that made me feel great, knowing that Eugumphry thought that I knew more about his girlfriend than I did.)
So foolishly I told him that I was going to help him out. At first I tried to actually help him. Then one day I was talking to Scarlet Rose in class and I let it slip that I liked her, and when I say like her, I mean I was so madly in love with her that I would find a way to move the sun moon and stars to make her happy. When I told her this, she told me she liked me also. At that very moment something switched in my head. I knew I had to destroy Eugumphry. The war was on.
I started feeding him false crap to do for Scarlet Rose that other girls would like but that she would hate and think was just disgusting and just want to smack him around. Then when I was talking to her and she would complain to me about something horribly stupid that he did to her I would talk crap about him back, implanting the thought that she hates his horrible guts and I am so SO SO much better than he could ever be to her.
We started making up stupid names for him and the one I remember most was M.A.W.F.U.B (motherfucking ass wipe fucked up bastard) Not soon after that name was created she left him and I remember that day so clearly because that was one of the all time happiest moments in my life.
She walked up to him after English (which I had with her) and dumped him, she wasn't nice about it either. She walked into her last period (which I also had with her, we sat next to each other) and we started writing a note back and forth like normal. I can't remember EVERYTHING that was said in that note but I remember one of us saying "blah blah KICKED THAT MAWFUB TO THE CURB!" then we talked for a while longer about a lot of nothing like normal and she asked me to be her girl... I read that and my heart soared, I had never felt like that from being asked out by someone my whole life! It was like someone from heaven reached down and touched my heart. Taking all of my worry and pain away for just a couple seconds. I said yes and so began the BEST relationship I had ever been in... Now if only I can convince her that I am best for her now also... I'll put a ring on her finger soon :)
Yup so it was funny in parts but most of it was love and romance, sorry but it looks as if I am just far too much in love to write something funny right now. Well I hope you enjoy romance crap because it looks as if you are going to be getting alot of it for a long time, and if I marry this girl then hey! you shall be getting it forever or until I decide to quit writing this blog, if more people start reading it though then maybe I wont quit it... hey a girl has to make a living some how!
Monday, April 8, 2013
Quotes
Ok so we all have to admit, at certain points in our life we look up those stupid pictures with the quotes on them trying desperately to find just one that has exactly what you are feeling on it. Unfortunately though, sometimes there isn't one. Sometimes what you are feeling is just so complex and unreal that you get this feeling that you are the only one in the whole world that has ever felt this. Sure we all know that it isn't possibly true, with billions and billions of people in the world, surely someone out there somewhere has felt this also. But in that moment, that is how you feel.
Sometimes it is amazing! Sometimes you are just so full of joy and life and everything seems beyond perfect. You cant help but think to yourself "Wow! I am the happiest person alive!" and it is fine that you can't find something to express it.
Or it can be a bad thing. You could be having a great day, talking to the woman you love when all of a sudden BAM! she tells you that you might be seeing less of her soon, and you are already seeing way too little of her as it is, you barely keep it together the weeks in between seeing her as it is and now those weeks could turn to months. You feel like everything you had planned in your head, everything you had hoped for, everything that had seem so perfect and innocent, all of a sudden just vanished into thin air. You love her so your soul feels crushed and you just want to find something somewhere to express how you feel.
Hours of relentless searching in books, in movies and online you can't find it and then you have this realization that maybe you really are the only one to have ever felt this. You have this feeling for a while just sitting there feeling empty inside, not sure what to do with yourself, then you think about it a little more and you realize that maybe you should try and write it out how you feel.
So you start to write. As you are writing you realize that no matter how many words you use, or no matter how long it becomes, there is just no saying what it is that you are feeling. So yes, people out there have felt your pain, the only reason you can't find it recorded anywhere is because It is just to difficult. You might have realized while reading this that this was my attempt at expressing how I felt. Just a bunch of sentences that kind of go together strewn together in this odd depressing romanticized post.
I am not sure exactly where I expected this post to go, but here is where it ends up, with me at the realization that no matter how badly I want to express this deep sorrow and longing, it is just not going to happen in the way that I planned. I'll listen to some sad music and write more on my story, which if you are at all interested in reading you can find here
Well I have run out of things to mindlessly type. Hope you all enjoy my nonsense!
Sometimes it is amazing! Sometimes you are just so full of joy and life and everything seems beyond perfect. You cant help but think to yourself "Wow! I am the happiest person alive!" and it is fine that you can't find something to express it.
Or it can be a bad thing. You could be having a great day, talking to the woman you love when all of a sudden BAM! she tells you that you might be seeing less of her soon, and you are already seeing way too little of her as it is, you barely keep it together the weeks in between seeing her as it is and now those weeks could turn to months. You feel like everything you had planned in your head, everything you had hoped for, everything that had seem so perfect and innocent, all of a sudden just vanished into thin air. You love her so your soul feels crushed and you just want to find something somewhere to express how you feel.
Hours of relentless searching in books, in movies and online you can't find it and then you have this realization that maybe you really are the only one to have ever felt this. You have this feeling for a while just sitting there feeling empty inside, not sure what to do with yourself, then you think about it a little more and you realize that maybe you should try and write it out how you feel.
So you start to write. As you are writing you realize that no matter how many words you use, or no matter how long it becomes, there is just no saying what it is that you are feeling. So yes, people out there have felt your pain, the only reason you can't find it recorded anywhere is because It is just to difficult. You might have realized while reading this that this was my attempt at expressing how I felt. Just a bunch of sentences that kind of go together strewn together in this odd depressing romanticized post.
I am not sure exactly where I expected this post to go, but here is where it ends up, with me at the realization that no matter how badly I want to express this deep sorrow and longing, it is just not going to happen in the way that I planned. I'll listen to some sad music and write more on my story, which if you are at all interested in reading you can find here
Well I have run out of things to mindlessly type. Hope you all enjoy my nonsense!
Friday, April 5, 2013
Just a small romance story, I might add more later on, I might just leave as is
Ok so this story was written really late the other night after I was inspired by a conversation I was having with someone. I personally think that the way it is written is beautiful and I am very proud of the way it came out. Being as I wrote this at three in the morning I didn't exactly remember it the next morning so when I read it, it was like reading something someone else had written. I hope you enjoy it!
I catch your eyes from across the room. Immediately you notice the lust burning in my eyes.
Seeing that short skirt and heels drives your imagination into overdrive and you don't think you can bare not to touch that soft skin much longer.
I lick my lips and wink, teasing you, taunting you, begging you to come over and kiss me. I pull up my skirt a little exposing more skin and i can see the excitement and longing growing in your eyes. You wink at me and i feel like fainting. Like that wink set free energy that stunned my heart.
I let my hair down from its high placed bun, and as if it was in slow motion, you watch as it cascades down and around my face, like the perfect frame for a beautiful painting.
You start to walk towards me without even realizing your own motions. And before you can recall what force drove you towards me in such a manner, your arms are around me clinging to me. And it isn't just a hug, no, it is you trying to maintain your calm, being as there are people around.
Your chin resting on my shoulder you catch a glimpse of how great my backside looks in this particular skirt. you couldn't have stopped your hands even if you knew you were doing so. Slowly they moved and brushed over that plump, perfect amazing bottom and you can feel your heart pounding as if it were trying to escape your chest, just to touch me as well. You can't help it that every inch of your very being wanted to touch every inch of mine. Just as I can't help that my only wish for tonight is to leave here with just one kiss at the least.
After what feels like ages but in reality was only moments, we reluctantly release each other and our eyes connect again. Every time i see those eyes my mind freezes that moment and i capture it in my memory. Your eyes are something i want to remember forever. You see my eyes and all you can think is how, right then, brown was your favorite color, and you could just stay right there forever, and be happy.
With much hesitation i pull apart our gaze, like tearing a beam of light, it was close to impossible. But knowing that if i couldn't get you alone soon, i might never get the chance, drove me to do anything in my will to find somewhere to be just me and you. You followed behind me watching me as i walked. Wanting so badly to just grab me, spin me into your arms and kiss me so deeply as if to kiss my soul.
I find a room where no one was and almost immediately pin you to the wall. You would have been shocked but there was no time for that now, all that needed to be done was me.
Our lips collide as a wave to the shore, perfect and meant to connect, time and time again. Your hand on my lower back holding me up, if it wasn't for that i might have melted. Oh how long I have waited to feel your lips, your touch, your love.
It was as if you and I were the only ones in the world, you felt the way my lips felt against yours and craved more, you craved me and only me. For in that moment that was all that mattered.
Us.
I catch your eyes from across the room. Immediately you notice the lust burning in my eyes.
Seeing that short skirt and heels drives your imagination into overdrive and you don't think you can bare not to touch that soft skin much longer.
I lick my lips and wink, teasing you, taunting you, begging you to come over and kiss me. I pull up my skirt a little exposing more skin and i can see the excitement and longing growing in your eyes. You wink at me and i feel like fainting. Like that wink set free energy that stunned my heart.
I let my hair down from its high placed bun, and as if it was in slow motion, you watch as it cascades down and around my face, like the perfect frame for a beautiful painting.
You start to walk towards me without even realizing your own motions. And before you can recall what force drove you towards me in such a manner, your arms are around me clinging to me. And it isn't just a hug, no, it is you trying to maintain your calm, being as there are people around.
Your chin resting on my shoulder you catch a glimpse of how great my backside looks in this particular skirt. you couldn't have stopped your hands even if you knew you were doing so. Slowly they moved and brushed over that plump, perfect amazing bottom and you can feel your heart pounding as if it were trying to escape your chest, just to touch me as well. You can't help it that every inch of your very being wanted to touch every inch of mine. Just as I can't help that my only wish for tonight is to leave here with just one kiss at the least.
After what feels like ages but in reality was only moments, we reluctantly release each other and our eyes connect again. Every time i see those eyes my mind freezes that moment and i capture it in my memory. Your eyes are something i want to remember forever. You see my eyes and all you can think is how, right then, brown was your favorite color, and you could just stay right there forever, and be happy.
With much hesitation i pull apart our gaze, like tearing a beam of light, it was close to impossible. But knowing that if i couldn't get you alone soon, i might never get the chance, drove me to do anything in my will to find somewhere to be just me and you. You followed behind me watching me as i walked. Wanting so badly to just grab me, spin me into your arms and kiss me so deeply as if to kiss my soul.
I find a room where no one was and almost immediately pin you to the wall. You would have been shocked but there was no time for that now, all that needed to be done was me.
Our lips collide as a wave to the shore, perfect and meant to connect, time and time again. Your hand on my lower back holding me up, if it wasn't for that i might have melted. Oh how long I have waited to feel your lips, your touch, your love.
It was as if you and I were the only ones in the world, you felt the way my lips felt against yours and craved more, you craved me and only me. For in that moment that was all that mattered.
Us.
SORRY TO DISAPPOINT
Ok so I am sorry to disappoint anyone that might have been following me when I started this story, But It got lost in the mess of my life and I can't exactly continue a story I started writing 2, well almost 3, years ago. Now the good thing is that my blog only got 12 views so it isn't like I am letting down an entire army of people. I think from now on though I am just going to post short stories and poems, stuff like that. Sometimes I might just post somethings that are just on my mind, and other times I will just post something random and totally off the wall strange because I am up past midnight and just need to type something to get myself to go to sleep. Now, I hope who ever DOES visit my blog will enjoy my entries, nonsense or other wise! I will be working on redesigning the page and probably end up changing the name of the blog entirely, being as I wont just be writing stories anymore. love you all! and please, if you enjoy my blog SAHRE IT WITH OTHERS! It would be awesome to get enough trafic on my blog that I could put up adds (not many though) and start earning money from it. So thank you for reading! I'll post something shortly!
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