Angela almost burnt down her house today.
Master chief hit the bottom of the ramp, saw the alien cargo modules that populated the center of the dimly lit room, and knew that damned near anything could be lurking among them. (Halo: The Flood) "Find me something, it'll get sexier." (Survivor in Death) It took all of Jonmere's control not to let his hand fall to the pommel of his sword. (Dark Haven) "You..." he said. Then slowly, horribly, he fell apart. Random threw the gun down and fell to her knees, sobbing. "I'm sorry! she said. I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry..." (Mostly Harmless) A thick set man approaches. (Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister) Well, be as quick as you can, eh? (Hide and Seek) It will increase clitoral sensitivity, the ability to have vaginal orgasms, and libido in general. (The Orgasmic Diet) It burst from her almost as soon as he began to move in her, his thrusts long and deep and firm. (Slightly Dangerous) Verasa's sister Lucia is not going to be pleased. (Lonely Werewolf Girl) The examination was brief. "She's orange alright." (Devil in the Details) There is an awkward silence. (Bobos in Paradise) For those in the psychic and healing fields, it is important to recognize this natural human ability. (How to do Psychic Reading Through Touch) At this point I want to introduce you to an amazing tool that you can use to know exactly to start eating and when to stop. (I can make you thin) Give a man a fish and he can eat today. (Aquarium Cupcake) The weight grew low in my body, as Nicca's tounge caressed in long heavy circles, and at the top of that circle he found that spot, the one would eventually turn that growing warm weight into pleasure. (A Stroke of Midnight) They were green together and purple and yellow and red with white polka dots. (A Color of his Own) There were sounds, too: the creak and groan of trees, the occasional fuzz-buzz of passing bugs. (Poppy) I watched them float away, convinced that some lonely soul, who desperately needed dildos, would find them. (Best of Best Lesbian Erotica)
The words in ( ) are not part of the paragraph, but the books from which they are from.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Take Me Away
I think I'm going to update my about me on myspace, this is my old one.
In truth, i am amazing but how, i see not. My lack of motivation and lack of self confidence, especially in years past, makes me question the motives behind people's friendships with me, as i do not have confidence in my personality, or lack of personality i often find myself thinking. I am socially pressed into situations and groups because even through the most stuck up personalities and dominant souls i find warmth that keeps me around. Or perhaps what i truly feel is that loneliness and rejection are the feelings in which truly haunt and triumph my soul, making leaving any kind of friendship, either substantial or minimal, perhaps one of the most difficult tasks. My past, or at least the parts i feel have shaped me substantially, is one of the hardest things to talk about next to depression. While I have been slowly recovering my memory, it feels as if for many of the years it has vanished with the only thing to replace it is a clean black slate. I do know what the past has shaped though. It's shaped my body image, in which I am constantly ashamed of, despite the new found affection I seem to have attained from college. It's shaped my view on love, in the sense that I believe love is a hoax. It's shaped my view on who I am, on who I believe I am and why part of me believes I am destined to be disliked, though my friends seem very fond of me. It's shaped my sexual desires, my fears, my wants, and the part of my psychology that didn't develop from me trying to grow through thought. I may not know what shaped these exact things, but I'm certain through my childhood and through much of my teenage years these particular items were shaped. As for my wants, my goals, they have stemmed from my fears. I grow on wants to become amazing and well noticed, well recognized for something, so that in hopes that my personality, that me, as one soul in over six billion, will not be forgotten. I spend years, even decades to build up a skill, to create a goal for myself, and with each new personality, each new soul i meet, my pride for the way I've grown can have the shot to be destroyed within moments or seconds. When you build yourself up you are never prepared for when you take yourself down. It is not easy to define who I am, because in who can one person be easily defined by simple paragraphs, or even a single essay. So here I will stop, because now you know my basic opinion in which i hold of myself, which I'm not even sure I wanted you to know.
In truth, i am amazing but how, i see not. My lack of motivation and lack of self confidence, especially in years past, makes me question the motives behind people's friendships with me, as i do not have confidence in my personality, or lack of personality i often find myself thinking. I am socially pressed into situations and groups because even through the most stuck up personalities and dominant souls i find warmth that keeps me around. Or perhaps what i truly feel is that loneliness and rejection are the feelings in which truly haunt and triumph my soul, making leaving any kind of friendship, either substantial or minimal, perhaps one of the most difficult tasks. My past, or at least the parts i feel have shaped me substantially, is one of the hardest things to talk about next to depression. While I have been slowly recovering my memory, it feels as if for many of the years it has vanished with the only thing to replace it is a clean black slate. I do know what the past has shaped though. It's shaped my body image, in which I am constantly ashamed of, despite the new found affection I seem to have attained from college. It's shaped my view on love, in the sense that I believe love is a hoax. It's shaped my view on who I am, on who I believe I am and why part of me believes I am destined to be disliked, though my friends seem very fond of me. It's shaped my sexual desires, my fears, my wants, and the part of my psychology that didn't develop from me trying to grow through thought. I may not know what shaped these exact things, but I'm certain through my childhood and through much of my teenage years these particular items were shaped. As for my wants, my goals, they have stemmed from my fears. I grow on wants to become amazing and well noticed, well recognized for something, so that in hopes that my personality, that me, as one soul in over six billion, will not be forgotten. I spend years, even decades to build up a skill, to create a goal for myself, and with each new personality, each new soul i meet, my pride for the way I've grown can have the shot to be destroyed within moments or seconds. When you build yourself up you are never prepared for when you take yourself down. It is not easy to define who I am, because in who can one person be easily defined by simple paragraphs, or even a single essay. So here I will stop, because now you know my basic opinion in which i hold of myself, which I'm not even sure I wanted you to know.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Achy Breaky Song
Oh man I'm posting a new blog! My life has kind of been rough this last week, which is why i haven't even been concentrating on anything, so thats why i haven't posted since last wednesday, but other than i've been working on school work.....
*sigh* stupid family issues T_T
*sigh* stupid family issues T_T
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