I want something new

I don't care what but I want to try, wear, do, etc. something new and exciting.

Kindly give suggestions.

P.S. Luck Lexy!

Warning

Yes, another warning aside from adult content.

Blogs will be short and sweet if at all. Just to say.

Don't say I don't give fair warning.

Monday

I have finally got the Essay of Dread done For the Woman with Hair as Big as her Awful Opinion thanks to the canadian Eminem. Despite the fact I still have 7 pieces of homework to do I feel much better.

To sum up: I have 7 pieces of homework to do, it's a Monday morning and I don't feel horrible.

Strange world.

Sex is like Maths

My homework seems to have multiplied over the weekend. I did not have this much on Friday. Why, oh why did I have to work 9-6?

Now I'm exhausted and I honestly just want to curl up with a "Cheer Up Hedgehog-"Hedgehog.

This makes me smile:

sex is like math: you add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and pray you don't multiply."

Some Sound Advice

Rough couple of days. Only be an INK if you can really handle it. That is all.

Filters

I am meant to be researching Gay: Nature or Nurture.

Instead I've spent the last 50 minutes getting my computer to let me post this blog. The site is filtered at school.

Was it worth it?






Nope.

Morning Economics

Last night at 11.02 I drank a mug of piss. It might have been coffee. It was horrific. I stayed up working till 2.

Why do I put work off? Let me put it like this. Consider the oppotunity cost, if I do one thing with my time, I can't do as much of something else. Homework comes low on my list. I would rather sacrifice sleep than time spent blogging and talking to friends. People who always do their work straight away must have an alternative that doesn't bear thinking about.

That will be all for now.

Things Every Girl Should Know

Today we read a poem in class and there was one line that caught my eye.

a green sapling rising among the twisted apple boughs

It didn't relate to the poem, but it reminded me of someone with fresh ideas standing up for what they believed in, despite the corrupt society trying to supress them. Probably just me.

I'm not really the romantic type. At all. Earlier on today (inbetween my second and third twister) I mixed up romance and suicide. Same difference.

Shakespeare taught me.

Today was yet another scolding hot day and I spent more time in undies than anything else. Currently I've actually given up on most of that too.

Now going in a slightly different (though typical) direction. It saddens me greatly that there are girls out there who think masturbation is sinful, dirty, gross, weird and something they should generally stay away from. If you don't know what feels good, how can you possibly teach a lover? I understand that biologically speaking sex is to procreate, what I can't understand is why you would sacrifice all that pleasure along the way.

Let me be clear, the only reason I'm doing this is to make it easier for you, when you do. I can't bear the thought of people who able to orgasm, not doing so.

Here are the basics. The illusive (but intense) G-spot and for experiences with a price tag (note the teddy in the right hand corner. Make good use of it.)

Call it biology revision and lock yourself in your room. Practice makes perfect.

The Minority

Now for those of you I don't loathe. You probably don't know who you are. I will neither confirm, nor deny.

I went belly dancing tonight for the first time in ages. Between shaking my boobs, belly and butt and sunbathing in my undies, I've worked up a fair appetite. I want hot lips teasing me, and a tongue dipping in and out just when I need it most. I want things so hot that I'm dripping with sweat and couldn't steady my breath if I wanted to. I want hands tugging hard at my hair and biting my clothes away. I want to get lost in the moment.

And Sara... When you read this, remember your exam is on LAW not sunbathing half-naked and my hips grinding against you. Just saying.

A Shout Out

I would like to apologize about not having blogged in the last few days, but I'm not sorry at all.

Now stop nagging. I am blogging. Be honoured that I'm still blogging.

Here's the thing, if I wasn't still blogging, people like Ben Lay would have to find something better to do than threaten to put my blog on facebook. Here's the thing, I started this blog to keep as a diary, but it has ended up at a way for me to broadcast things. So here I am, broadcasting, nice and loud: this is for you Ben.

Oh and by the way, you're welcome to post this blog on facebook, but be aware that it will only make people even more aware of how big an idiot you truly are. Catch 22, my friend.