Okay, so I will admit that I was enjoying some mighty fine herbal mood enhancements and listening to Devil Blues – Come Fly With Me, when the thought occurred to me. I might have also been leaning across my bed, stretching my back and petting my cat. I found my hips rolling to the music like they did when I was younger, drunk at the jukebox. My mind traveled to a fantasy like vision in my head. It’s a place I’ve been many times, in many different settings…its not so uncommon a thing really. Girl leans on furniture…someone else has prime view of said ass…things proceed….one direction or another. Basic recipe, really. The details are what make the story and set the tone…I’ll even give you a few examples. Consider the details as the spices for this midnight snack. *grins* That was the sweet warm up, now get ready for the salt…*laughs*
Here, you try it….
__(Person)__ leans on _(furniture)__…__(someone else)__ has prime view of __(name/description)__ ass…___(action sentence)___….___(good or bad direction)__. Mila Kunez leans on a table…Ashton has prime view of her perfect little heart shaped ass…her hips rolling to the music….Ashton shakes his head as he stands up….yadda, yadda, yadda… Seth Rogan leans on the mini fridge door...Kate Upton has prime view of his sweaty hairy ass crack…she scrunches up her face….he turns around and laughs, “Caught ya staring at my ass, huh?” __(Sady)__ leans on _(the counter, smoking a freshly packed pipe)__…__(He)__ has prime view of __(her plump little)__ ass…___(His dick twitched)___….___(He crossed the room, driven by the desire to take his)__.
It can go anyway you want it to go, I’m just saying. *smirks* I really wish I could see your face right now. You’re welcome for those lovely visions. Now which version will you think up? I’d love to see your ideas feel free to share in the comments. We’re all friends here.
“The present has no weapon
Your gifts keeps on giving
What is this I’m feelin’
If you wanna leave I’m ready, oh
Cause we’ve come too far
To give up who we are
So lets raise the bar
And our cups to the stars”
~Daft Punk-Get Lucky
I say it all the time, “I’m not perfect.” I’d had to think what it would be like to be perfect. Thank goodness perfection is impossible, because as Dita Von Teese says, “You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.” Imagine the bulls-eye that would be on your back if the world perceived you as perfect. Here’s the thing though, each of us is actually perfect in our own way. It is our unique qualities that make us who we are and it took every step of our lives to be who we are today. The person we are today, this moment in time, is exactly who we are supposed to be.
It may not always seem like it, because perhaps we had bigger dreams once upon a time. I know I did. None of the shit that’s happened to me along the way was ever part of my plan…with a few rare exceptions and even those didn’t end how I hoped they would. I apologize for mistakes I’ve made that hurt others, but I am not ashamed of who I once was or who I am today. I refuse to filled with shame. I have enough demons running about my head without adding shame. The longer we live, the more mistakes we make, the more people we meet. The more people we know, the more people will love us and the more people will hate us. We cannot control others, we can only control ourselves.
Today, I’m saying, “Here I am,” take it or leave it. Love me or leave me, the choice is yours. I can no longer worry about the players and haters, my plate is too full to take on all of that. I’m going to work on keeping my side of the street clean, my yard kept, and my life. If your plate is so empty that you feel the need to take on the problems and judgments of others, I’d like to suggest you put that energy into helping someone less fortunate rather than wasting all that precious energy on negativity. In the end, the only thing that will really make you feel better is doing the right thing.
I say this all the time, “I do what I want.” To be fair, I usually do just that. I’m an only child and despite the abuse, I was pretty spoiled. Over the years, I have grown up, but because I never had children I didn’t mature the way most people my age have matured. So, to sum it up I’m a brat! I know, that’s coming as quite a shock to many of you. *laughs*
I’m having a pretty crappy day, so that’s all I got for now. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and happy shopping♥
This month my blog celebrates it 2yr anniversary and I can’t thank YOU the readers enough for your support. It continues to amaze me that anyone takes the time to read my words, look at my pictures, or comment. I am so humbled by it all. More than anything I’m grateful to my Ride or Die girls or as I usually refer to them, my cunts.
A strange twist of fate, some rock music, and a barn brought us together in the most unexpected ways, but the formula works. Four of the five of us have been inseparable. Let me explain the mega-important role that each of these girls plays in our little Cunt Cult (that’s what we call ourself and Tracy even made us a logo! No, you can’t join. #sorrynotsorry) We are not the mean girls, but we’ve tried bringing people into our group in the past. It has always backfired and when the cunts turn on you, well, its not pretty.
We do not have a leader, but I suppose some would assume its Kess or me. No, but believe or not, Kess is often our sound of reason. The one that grounds us in reality, points out the reasons one of our latest and greatest ideas is a BAD idea. For those of you that know Kess, please stop laughing. She’s really far smarter than people give her credit for….no, wait, that’s Tracy. Everyone knows that Kess, while being a daft bint, is an amazing and incredible woman that sets a fairly good example for the rest of us. She tends to give us that kick in the ass when we need it. While she’s all of that and a bag of chips….we don’t listen to her for romantic advice, cuz when it comes to men….well, I think she’s finally got a good one, but good lord. She has gone through enough toads, that’s for sure. Its about high time she found some happiness.
Then there’s Tracy….and Rom. Rom is an honorary member, because he’s sorta of been along for the ride with us since the very beginning. Sadly, this post isn’t about Rom, but if you love some artistic photography, please check out Rom’s flickr. Now, back to Tracy, she’s the owner of GingerFish poses. I’m sure you’re all familiar with her store. If not, you should be. She was one of the first pose makes to do bento poses. Her prices are great and she’s an amazing individual. She’s probably the smartest of all the cunts, but you’d never know it to talk to her. *giggles* She’s a crazy ginger that eats the souls of children for breakfast. *grins*
Then there’s Grace! This girl is like my twin. We agree on almost everything, except her choice in men. Tally? Really? *bursts into giggles* Grace and I go back and forth picking at one another. She never judges me ever. No matter what stupid shit I do, she’s probably done the same or something close. If these cunts were angels and demons on my shoulder, Grace would definitely be wearing red…with cow print. I don’t even know how to explain Grace….she’s Irish…wait, North Ireland Irish (that seems to make a difference). Between her shitty internet service and her crazy accent, she can be difficult to understand on voice. However, I love this woman like no one’s business….she’s my twinkie♥There’s another cunt, Ava, but she’s off in the real world being all in love & pregnant. I love her, but I honestly didn’t get to know her that well before she left us for that other platform called Real Life. I love them more than words can express and I refuse to even think of my life without them. They all have Flickrs, so click their names where highlighted to check them out, if you’d like.
These are the first circle of my Ride or Die bitches. I have a 2nd circle and they are the MF’n bomb. Perhaps I’ll talk about them another time, but they are not bloggers and kinda prefer to keep their lives a bit more private.
So, it’s been a few years since I started a year single and I have to say that its definitely been interesting. I’ve had a variety of people approach me. I’ve gotten to the point where I just ask them some basic questions so I know where to file these people. Let’s face it, first impressions are a bitch. It’s actually really strange, because I’m quickly figuring out that I don’t have time for a relationship. I’ve met guys that can’t carry a conversation to save their lives. I’ve met guys that are far far far too young for me. I’m sorry, but age is more than a number and I know that to be true from my own experiences. I’ve met guys that tell me straight out, they want a fuck buddy or booty call. *laughs* While I appreciate them cutting to the chase with me, it tends to make me giggle. I have two mottos:
1. I do what I want.
2. So goes life.
So, ready or not, I’m hitting the grid with no agendas. I love talking to new people, but I don’t necessarily mesh with everyone. You just might run into bouncing around the grid from time to time, don’t be afraid to say hi….I only murder innocent people. And no, I’m not gonna fuck you just cuz you got cute pixels, but I might take your picture. *winks*
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide Gonna find you and take it slowly You can’t run away From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby Cause I got a lot, oh yeah And anywhere you go My whole crew’s gonna know baby, hey baby
I recently saw a meme that read, “Show me how bad you want it” and I thought to myself. Exactly how do you show how bad you want IT. Shouldn’t a grope be sufficient? The P.O.T.U.S. has stated that its ok to just grab a woman by her pussy. Now surely in doing that, he’s performing some sort of mating ritual. I assume, he’s not greeting Rosie O’Donnell or someone’s 90yr old grandmother like that. So, clearly the grabbing of one’s pussy is a signal of some sort. Probably something crass like, “I want some of that!” However, surely if a girl walks up to a man and cups his balls over his pants he is almost certain at that moment that she wants it. Should she drop to her knees in the middle of the lobby, open her mouth and beg to suck his dick in front of the entire world to show how BAD she wants it? Or should she just conveniently forget to wear panties with that very short skirt…that for some reason whenever she wears it, people drop things at her feet constantly? How does one express that they feel like a cat in heat and just want to fuck? Why is that so bad anyway? I tell you what….I’ll show you how bad I want it when you show me how bad I need it.
So, when you have gorgeous friends and you’re a blogger, you tend to want to show them off. For this post, my friend, Dusty was kind enough to sit pensively on this loveseat while I talked his ear off and shot pictures. He’s quite the photographer himself, so click his name and check him out. Wishing you all a great weekend. ♥
Oh my god please help me knee deep in the river trying to get clean
He says wash your hands get out the stains
But you best believe boy there’s hell to pay yeah you best believe boy there’s hell to pay
Oh my God please help me waist deep in the river can you hear my plea
He says son you come like a begger in the streets
You might make it boy but by the skin of your teeth
You might make it boy but by the skin of your teeth, sayin’
I rambled with the worst of them
Fell in love with a harlequin
Saw the darkest hearts of men
And I saw myself staring back again and I saw myself staring back again
Oh my God please help me neck deep in the river screaming for relief!
He says it’s mine to give but it’s yours to choose
You gonna sink or swim you gonna learn the truth no matter what you do your gonna learn the truth saying
Ate the bread that once was stones
Fell from a cliff never broke a bone
Bowed down to get the kings overthrown
Now I’m all alone and the fires grows and I’m all alone and the fires grows
Swing sweet charity take what’s left of me
A new beginning or is this the end
Swing sweet Seraphim take me back again or watch me make the messes of men